Needed a Tune-up, now runs smoothly.

Proudly I have announced the release of Deadly Friend: MrPerfect.com book two. Many have asked me if I hadn’t already written a sequel to MrPerfect.com.  That answer was yes. I’d like to explain.

Have you ever driven a car that needed a tune-up? The car still ran, got you to where you were going, but it missed fired on occasions, was a little jumpy, had a bit of a time starting, and when you stopped, it felt like the car didn’t want to shut down properly.

Although I felt like both my books were good stories, they needed a tune-up. I’m not a world-renowned author with dozens of editors and proof-readers on my staff. I was just an Indie Author trying to tell a good story. I had a couple cheap editors, and let me say, ya get what you pay for, but my budget had me stuck in place. My books were in need of a tune-up by some professionals.

A friend of mine suggested I submit MrPerfect.com to Junction Publishing. I hesitated for a bit, then decided what the hell. To my delight, they accepted my manuscript. It was the perfect tune- up the book needed. After working hand in hand with several editors, MrPerfect.com I believe was now the best it could be. It was running smoothly, didn’t miss fire, wasn’t jumpy, started and stopped when and when it should, and lead my readers to a satisfying ending. Not to be confused with a happy ending.

I submitted the sequel which was then titled In the Genes to my publishers, which they accepted. In the Genes was suffering from the same problems as it’s predecessor, in severe need of a tune-up. Again, working with Junction Publishing’s editors, we can now release the best version of the sequel now titled Deadly Friend. She has had a brilliant tune-up. Same book, same story, only now she’s the best she can be.

If you had read In the Genes, I suggest you give Deadly Friend a new look, just as she has. Not only did she get a tune-up, but she also received a beautiful new cover. That feeling one gets when they are all dressed up, ready to go somewhere special, and your mom gives you a new piece of jewelry or a new tie to top off your outfit. The new cover for Deadly Friend is fantastic. Thank you, Marcu Brown and Junction Publishing.

I’d like to thank everyone at Junction Publishing for the time and effort they took to make my stories the best they could be. I’d also like to thank my readers that have stuck with me.

If you haven’t read MrPerfect.com, give it a try. Junction Publishing and former readers think you will not be disappointed. Five-star reviews.

Deadly Friend will be released September 10, 2018.

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DEADLY FRIEND: MRPERFECT. COM: BOOK TWO
By K.d. Bloodworth

FREE on Kindle Unlimited
Pre-order link – http://geni.us/qboZO
Releasing 10th September 2018 via Junction Publishing

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News from the Mountain

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School has started in my neck of the woods, causing me to wonder what happened to summer?

An injured back, back surgery and recovery ate up most of my time these past few months. I’m grateful to say the surgery went well and the recovery is also coming right along.  I still have several more weeks before I am entirely released to do everything I could do to injure my back in the first place.

I’m happy to report during my downtime, Junction Publishing, my publisher and I worked hard to make Deadly Friend into a great read. I’m so excited Deadly Friend will be released on September 10th.

This work also got my creative juices flowing again, and I now have a work in progress, but not a thriller this time.  As this project comes together, I will release more information.

Another aspect of my life that was put on hold, while I was not allowed to drive or even ride in a car, was my photography. Many of you know from my Facebook page, how much I love my camera. I do have a separate site, www.throughdawnseyes.com if you are interested in seeing some of my favorite shots.  Seems mother nature doesn’t like to cooperate as since I got my wheels back, we are fogged in till almost noon, or it’s raining.  I hope for better weather so my camera and I can spend more time together.

I often wonder why I have lived in so many places during my life and over the last few months, I have come to the conclusion it was all leading up to my life here in the North Georgia Mountains. This place has allowed me to come to terms with my life, peace has filled my soul. Although I still have that wanderlust, as there is so much in this world I have not seen as of yet, it’s not burning a hole in my heart.  I’m at peace to sit right here, write, take a few photos, watch the birds, read, listen to the quiet and breathe in the fresh air.

I don’t know what I did in my life to deserve such a beautiful place, but I’ll take it and sit right here and enjoy every minute. I can only hope I have many of those minutes remaining.

 

Not Seeing Double

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DEADLY FRIEND: MRPERFECT. COM: BOOK TWO
By K.d. Bloodworth

FREE on Kindle Unlimited
Pre-order link – http://geni.us/qboZO
Releasing 10th September 2018 via Junction Publishing

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No, you are not seeing double!  You thought the story ended, with Dawn and John living happily ever after. Not so much! Like you, Dawn thought so too.

Following the horrific events in MRPERFECT.COM, Dawn thought she would never escape the demons that had haunted her every waking moment. But months of therapy finally freed her from the memories, allowing her and John to start their lives afresh with a new home in a new town. Slowly making new friends and gaining the confidence to take a part-time bar job, life was better than it had been for a long time.

Then, the past Dawn had tried so hard to forget caught up with her.

Awaking to her worst nightmare, beaten, bound and bloody, Dawn dared not move, fearing she would wake the monster in the room.

The man sleeping in the chair looked like her friend. Something was horribly wrong.

 

A House Divided

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In my lifetime I would have never thought I would see Americans turning on each other as they are now. We have been a melting pot of different nationalities, occupations, and lifestyles for over 200 years. Just in my time here on this earth, I have witnessed national disasters, riots, national disasters, wars, threats of war, and many elections.  Never have I seen such a division in our country, that didn’t start with the last election but started during the last Administration.

I can see the hate mail I’m going to receive for that last statement but it is how I see it. Say or believe what you will but I have lived in different States, North, South, East and West in this country. I have lived in big cities and small villages. Not since the race riots in the fifties and sixties have I seen such a division of between Blacks and Whites that crashed and burned during the Presidency of Barack Obama. More Black people have held powerful positions in our Government over the last twenty some years than in any time of our history and yet we keep hearing how Whitey is beating the Black man down. Yet, look it up yourself from the Department of Justice and you will see the number one killer of young black men are young black men.

I would have never thought Americans wanting to take care of American and Americans first, over illegal aliens and other countries would be looked down upon.  Yet here we are with homeless Veterans and American children, going hungry while we spend billions of dollars people that came here illegally and send foreign aid to countries that would burn our flag and sit on us.

Now I’m watching fellow Americans hating our President so much they would rather see America fail than to see him successful. That train of thought befuddles my brain. Everything President Trump does, is wrong in their eyes, regardless of anything good that is happening. During his time in office, housing is thriving, there are more blacks working and owning their own homes than in the last twenty years, unemployment is down at an all-time record, and the stock market is at an all-time high. I would bet that any of the haters having 401Ks aren’t complaining about their accounts going up.  All they do is come up with reasons why none of these things have anything to do with President Trump. It’s all about hating Donald Trump, no matter what. If the reason to hate him isn’t working today, they find something new tomorrow.  It saddens me that my fellow Americans have so much hate in their hearts.

All of this hate has now flowed over into our lives through social media. Over the last two years, because I choose to stand with the President and not trash him and every single decision he makes or over every word he speaks or types, I have been sent hate mail, told I’m ignorant trailer trash redneck hillbilly, sent wishes of my death, and now have had longtime friends tell me if I stand with the President they don’t want to be my friend any longer.

I don’t agree with everything our President does, but I didn’t agree with everything any of the Presidents since I was old enough to understand how the world works.  I never told anyone I didn’t want to be their friend because they stood behind their beliefs or they voted for someone other than I did.

We as a country are sliding down a very slippery slope with all this hate and discontent. A slippery slope of not impeachment but a slippery slope of unrest and civil war. The downfall of American isn’t coming from Iran, Iraq, Syra or Russia, but from within.

Slow down haters, think of what you are losing with all the hate in your heart. It’s not just what you believe to be Trump and his followers, but all that America has stood for over the last two hundred years. Are we perfect, not by a long shot?  Our differences once brought us to together but now the hate you have in your hears is tearing us apart.

Stop jumping to conclusions because of your hate. Case in point, the Supreme Court nominee. Haters started hating that person before he or she was even named. You have Roe vs. Wade overturned before a judge is put in office. Now you can see the future?

Personally, I have better things to do with my life than to hate all the time. I’m not a big religious person, something I think is very personal and private. I do believe in trying to live by the teachings in the bible. Take it or leave it, there are many good things to live by;

Proverbs 10:12

Hatred stirs up strife, but love covers all offenses.

President Lincoln said: “”A house divided against itself cannot stand.” I believe this government cannot endure, permanently half slave and half free. I do not expect the Union to be dissolved—I do not expect the house to fall—but I do expect it will cease to bedivided. It will become all one thing, or all the other.”

I believe this country cannot endure, permanently radical left and radical right. We must stop the hate and come to the middle.

I’m standing in the middle, I hope you will join me.

 

 

Picture Perfect Day

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Sitting at my desk this morning I thought of how yesterday was a picture perfect day. Then I started wondering, what is that? Would I have thought yesterday was a perfect day last month, last year, or better yet, twenty or thirty years ago? Just what does that saying mean to any of us.

Years ago a perfect day would have been spending the day with friends at the lake, enjoying the water, some cold beer, and cooking out.  Other times it would have been a day spent on a river or creek in a canoe or kayak, blasting our way through whitewater rapids.

Other times, such a day would have been spent on my Harley Davidson, getting some wind therapy.

Many times a perfect day would have been a road trip to where ever we ended up in parts unknown, in whatever State I happened to be living. That is also still a picture perfect day for me.

I’ve learned that a perfect day doesn’t always consist of sunshine and light breezes. It doesn’t always start with beautiful sunrises and end with breathtaking sunsets.

A picture perfect day is one that sets your mind at ease. Where your troubles are forgotten and your spirits are lifted. A perfect day will always be remembered. A memory you can call upon that will bring you peace when needed. A day that will always bring a smile to your face.

A picture perfect day will more than likely not be a day of any huge event in your life, but rather a day of fun, love, and laughter. It’s a day that imprints a picture in your memories.

Yes, yesterday was a picture perfect day for me. I spent the afternoon sitting on my front porch enjoying a lovely summer day here in the mountains of northern Georgia. It was the kind of summer day one wishes every day would be like in the South. (Warm but no humidity).  The birds were singing, my dogs at my feet, my husband in the other rocker next to mine, as we spent the afternoon reading and chatting about nothing. The woes of the world far from our minds.  Our few little problems forgotten. We were wrapped in a layer of thankfulness for all the things we enjoy in life and all the wonderful people in our lives.

Many would think yesterday was about as boring as life could get. Years ago I probably would have been one of those people.  But today, yesterday was a picture perfect day.

Waking up this morning is a great start for another great day.

 

24 and Counting

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For several weeks, the couple on the left kept trying to drive up to Chattanooga, Tennesse from Cullman, Alabama to tie the knot.  Every time we made plans, something would happen, and the trip was canceled.  I was beginning to think someone was trying to tell us something.  I won’t lie, many times during our years together I often wondered if we had done the right thing.

On a rainy day, twenty-four years ago, we finally made our way to Chattanooga. We wouldn’t even get to spend the night, as Kevin was on call that weekend. But it was then or wait the rest of the summer, so off we went in the pouring down rain.

I kept saying that maybe it would clear up by the time we found the courthouse, only to have the clouds hanging lower to the ground and raining harder.

We had filled out the paperwork, paid for our license, found the volunteer preacher, and asked for his services. He said it had stopped raining, would we like to get married outside under one of the enormous trees.  We agreed, making our way out to the little courtyard.

As if someone was sending us a sign from above when we reached the spot designated for ceremonies, the clouds opened up, blue sky appeared, and the sun lit up the skies and our faces.  Short and sweet, Kevin in a T-shirt and blue jeans and me in a T-shirt and shorts.  Afterward, we paid the preacher, signed and received our marriage certificate and was on our way: Mr. and Mrs. Bloodworth.

We opened the doors of the courthouse to leave and stepped out into a downpour. It rained all the way back to Cullman.  We hadn’t been home more than ten minutes, and of course, Kevin’s phone rang, and he had to leave to take care of a problem. Such is the way days are when your husband is working as undercover police.

Our married life has turned out just like that day. Some rain, some thunderstorms, but sunshine during all the critical times.  Have we broken each other’s hearts, of course?  Have there been tears? Sure. Have we wanted to call it quits? Yep.  Have we always liked each other, no? But we have always loved each other.

Love forgives all. Do we have a perfect marriage? Why hell no, we are not perfect people.  Just last night I was told I was being bossy.  My reply was, I can’t do the cooking right now which that means I have to supervise.  Knowing good and well, Kevin is an accomplished cook, I took my leave, sat down and waited for my food.  We are again in the ‘through sickness and in health’ part of marriage, as I just had surgery.

Some days it seems as if we have been together forever, but then I sit and wonder how did twenty-four years pass so quickly.  Would I do it all over again, you bet-cha?  I would like to say, here’s to another 24, but I know that may not happen.  I will say, I love this man more today than I did yesterday.  We will, as with all things, enjoy each day and be thankful for each day and each other.

 

 

A Bump in Time or Because of Time

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I pride myself in being a pretty hard cookie. I’ve survived car accidents, motorcycle accidents, the 1960’s and 70’s, a stroke, I almost bled to death once, I’ve had a ruptured disc surgery, survived cancer and yet here I go again, with another ruptured disc.

Doctor asked me what the problem was when he put the MRI image on the screen.  I’m thinking, hell, you’re the doctor, you can’t see the problem? I point out the huge bulge of disc material that is pushing on my spinal cord. “Well, Doc, I don’t have an MD after my name but right off that bat, (pointing to the bulge), that stuff there isn’t supposed to be there.”

“You’re right,” he announces.

I’m not going to go into great detail, but my first back surgery in 2000, absolutely sucked. I was in no way looking forward to another back surgery, but I put on my big girl panties and brave face. I was in enough pain and losing control of my right foot and leg to overcome my fear of another surgery.

“No worries, I’ll fix you,” said the doctor.

Day 1, post-op

Since my surgery was afternoon and I would be getting home very late, I opted to spend the night in the hospital.  A night full of poking and prodding by nurses but Morphine came to my rescue. Ah, Morphine, my friend. But Morphine lies to you. He makes you think all is well until he starts to slip away.  By the time I’m ready for discharge and a two-hour ride home, the lying bastard has left me completely.  The kind nurse gives me some Percocet to relieve the pain.  Apparently, part of Morphine had stayed behind and had a fight in my stomach with Mr. Percocet. Mr. Percocet won by throwing Mr. Morphine completely off the premises.  Great, now I have an empty stomach while my husband drives me on a north Georgia mountain road that causes me motion sickness on a good day. I’m a lovely pine green color by the time we made it home.

“Are you hungry?” My caring husband askes? I wonder if he’s cruel or color blind?

My stomach finally stops doing backflips, and I manage to get some dry toast down with some tea. God help me, why did I think it was a good idea to take some more Percocet before I went to bed?

I’m in pain but am terribly happy that the pain isn’t as intense as it was after my first surgery. I still can not find a comfortable position in bed, so I retreat to my recliner. Finally comfortable and the Percocet kicks in. I’m not sick this time but wired from head to toe. I’m tighter than a violin bowstring. I feel like someone shot me full of meth, according to what I’ve read. When I do doze off, I wake up from the pain in my clenching jaws.  All of this and having to go pee every hour isn’t helping me get the rest I need. But I’m tough, yes?

Day 2 Post-op

Yep, I’m tough all right. I spend most of the day recovering from my fitful night fight with my nerves and Mr. Percocet. Mr. Percocet is not my friend. I have banned him from all future visits.

I try to do the physical therapy I was assigned and keep up my small walked around the house. By dinner time I’m shattered. I just want to go to bed but know if I give in so early, I will be awake by 3 am. That will not go well with my nurse. I manage to stay awake until almost 11 pm. I thankfully find Mr. Tylenol PM, and he escorts me through a lovely, peaceful nights sleep.

Day 3 Post-op

I’m feeling so much better. I find it amazing how well one feels with a good nights sleep behind them. The half-mile long incision along my spine now feels like an inch or less. The swelling that felt the size of a watermelon only yesterday is hardly there at all. I’m feeling like a new person. I’m doing my physical therapy, taking my walks, sitting up in the straight chairs and seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.

WTF was I thinking? By 9 pm, the little voice in my head is saying, “You dumbass! You had to overdo it, didn’t you? You couldn’t just take your time and allow your body to heal at its own pace, could you? For crying out loud, when will you ever learn?”  The voice shut up when Mr. Tylenol PM made his appearance.

Day 4 Post-op

Well, well, well….the I’m not 30 anymore person showed up this morning, allowing the real patient to take over. Although feeling better today, I am confident I learned my lessons. I’m doing my PT, going over the lists of things I can do according to the doctor, not extending the distances or time of doing things, and realizing this healing stuff at my age takes a tad bit longer. Who knew?

With the facts planted deep into my hard head, I will continue on my way to a healthier, improved self. I would tell you how growing old sux, but then growing old is actually relatively enjoyable.