Kaylyn's World

So in all honesty I've always wanted a mom. A real mom. One who loves and supports me. One who knows things about me. Definition of a real mom (according to me): a woman who takes time to talk to you, support and encourage you, a woman who knows who you are and what you like. The most important thing in my mind is that they show they care about you even when you piss them off. The closest thing I ever had to a real mom was April. She was my stepmom, and she knew me since I was one. She might not have been the best to me, but she was the best I had for a while. April would make time for me, know who I was and what I liked which is more than I can say for my biological mother. Even though April abused the beejesus out of me and threatened me on occasion she was still the best I had for a while. Ms. Kalea was an amazing mom in my life too. She taught me discipline, she cared about what I did, and what I liked as well. She was amazing. But my dream for a real mom wasn't answered un...

Inspiration lost. Time of death. *checks watch* 1:40AM. So sad. *places Inspiration's hands together gently on her chest as a tear slides down my cheek* :p I don't know what it is, but these days I cannot get inspired to write even though I would love to finish Head Hunters. I'm like three or four chapters away from finishing it. I'm so close these days yet so far away, and it kinda kills me. Sometimes when I can't write I feel like I let Mom and Richard down. I mean they love my writing so much. So I feel kinda bad sometimes. But what's weird is I usually get inspired by movies and such, and lately that's just not happening. I don't mind taking breaks from writing, but if the break's forever that is going to kinda bug me. I mean I am an author. Not someone who wants to be one and doesn't have the heart to succeed. When I want to succeed I will! ... *BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!* Good news everyone! I got my inspiration back thanks to Mom. Well...

I have discovered a writing secret lately, and I'm very impressed with this one. When I started writing when I was eleven it was just for fun. As I got older writing became a solace for me. But now writing is a hobby/work. It's- I can't decide I think it's both. I love writing. Creating worlds. Creating characters. All of it is so fun. Plus, since I write scifi it's so much more fun than having such a mundane life. I love making powerful female protagonists because they can always do things I can't. But at the same time writing is so much work because as the author I have to remember every little detail or risk being a crappy author... Like I love the Maximum Ride series, but it seemed like James Patterson forgot that the Flock got more powers in The Final Warning because that was never mentioned again. As an author I think it's important to bring up important details like that again. That's why it's so much harder to write Escaping Hell, and that...

Everyone needs to make tough decisions in their life, and however they make their decision defines who they are as a person. There are two decisions I have to make that will define me as a person starting school in September and saving a child from a dangerous situation. If I start school this September it'll show hard-working I am and how willing I am to get my degree. I've wanted to go to Full Sail for years now, and now I may have a shot to get in. I know it's pretty expensive, but this seems like the best program for me. With the Full Sail program I have one class a month. I love that because that means I still have time to play with Annaise while still getting my homework done on time. It's not too stressful. Plus, the best things in life don't come easy or cheap. I should know because publishing my first book wasn't cheap or easy but it sure was rewarding. I've been doing everything I can to get in. I filled out the paperwork, I'm getting the docu...

Okay, so I've been thinking a lot about my Dad lately... And I've been missing him a heck of a lot too. So I've- I thought maybe if I write about him it will help. For those of you who don't know I lost my Dad when I was seventeen. He passed away from a heart attack. He was a great man who raised great, intelligent kids. Keith Gabbert, my father, passed away on April 10, 2010. I miss him. From time to time small stuff reminds me of him. Like there was this cake Richard showed me today that was shaped like a butt taking a turd (the turds were so obviously just frosting but I digress), and it made me think of Dad because that's something he would have showed me. I just know it. As an adult at the age of twenty-two I think a lot about my future. I think about school, my writing career, what it will be like to be married, where Richard and I will be living, and what it will be like to have kids (and the rules Richard and I will have for them). When I think about all as...

So my birthday was July 17th, last Thursday. I was spoiled my my fiance, Richard. He took me to the city. Before my birthday Richard bought me a necklace, a personalized Shutterfly book, a bracelet, a shawl, and a baseball hat that I really loved. While we were in the city we went to see Earth to Echo (which I loved). Richard bought me candy, a journal, nail polish (colors: Scarlett O'Hara (red) and Go Overboard (blue-green)), white out (because I asked). We went to Jackson Hole, a lovely burger joint with the biggest and best burgers around, and I got my ears re-pierced finally (I used to have my ears pierced when I was twelve, but the holes closed up).  On my birthday I got lovely birthday wishes from friends and family, a card from my biological mother... My sister, Jessicah, had bought me this amazing personalized journal with a photo of my father and I on it. Its this old photo... from when I was one(?)-year-old in it. It's one of my favorite photos of my dad. Jessicah eve...

I discovered something as I started getting inspired to write more to Head Hunters. As I've been writing I've discovered that even though Angel's mom is not the best and sold her out frequently all the other mother characters like Taralyn, Clarissa, and Cassadee love Angel and are proud of her. Clarissa only has a son and Cassadee has five sons, but both women would have loved to have a daughter. Clarissa wasn't in the book much because of reasons you'll find out when you read it. Cassadee has been been one of Angel's neighbors for like ever. She watched Angel grow since she was a baby and fell in love with how amazing this young woman is. Taralyn has two daughters and a son, but that doesn't stop her from admiring Angel the way she admires her own children. Both Taralyn and Cassadee love helping Angel raise to her true potential. More importantly. they love and admire how Angel has always kept a cool mind and always thought of others. In a book like Head Hu...