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I’ll set the scene: I wake up to see golden light filtering through my little log house windows that turns into a bright morning. I am feeling AWESOME –and I decided I like that word even if it is over-used because, y’allses, sometimes things are just AWESOME and that’s that. Yep, I wake up and I’m on top of the world! I couldn’t wait to rise and start my day. I turned on my laptop, grinning, sipped my deep creek blend, happy go lucky wheee! Then I looked at something to do with my “author life” and suddenly the room darkened, my shoulders slumped, my coffee didn’t taste as good.

Well, my friends, that pissed me off. It pissed my ass off but good. There I woke up feeling like a million-goddamned-bucks and after looking at one little thing, one tiny little bitty thing, I slumped in my seat and began that litany of, “I wish . . . .” and “If only . . . .” and “Why can’t I/don’t I . . . .”

Yesterday I watched Dr. Oz and he said, with a blaze in his eye and determination round his cute little quirky mouth: “I’m mad! And I’m taking my name back!”

Well, I’m mad and I’m taking back my life! I’m doing what the fuck I want to — including writing out that cuss word — and let the chips fall where they may.

Ya know, I’m 55 years old. I’ve lived more than half my life, if I consider that 110 is pretty damned old and not sure anyone’s made it there yet. I’ve paid a lot of dues in my 55 years. Enough dues I can say, “I’m doing what the hell I want.”

On my bookshelf, and on the bookshelf of my readers, are four novels, a novella, and beyond that, I’ve had some other shit published. When am I supposed to say, “That’s AWESOME, Kat! You’ve DONE it! You are AWESOME!” Huhn. Kicking my ass there, too. I’ve paid some dues in my writing life. Since 2009, three years, I’ve had four novels

Them steps – where do they lead? And will they hold the weight of all my worry – let me lighten my load and up I go . . .

and a novella published. I worked my ass off. I can say now: I done did it. I done kicked some ass in the novel-writing arena. And, to boot, I am garnering some AWESOME reviews. Yeah! But do I want to constantly obsess over every goddamned review, every goddamned Amazon sale, every goddamned royalty check I receive? Hells-to-the-No. I want to sit back a bit and say, “I done AWESOME!” I kicked some ass! I want to stick my hand behind my back and give myself a pat, and then get back to doing what I adore, what I love best: the goddamned writing.

And guess what? Sometimes I have a potty mouth. Yeah! Did you get that already? Ask my brothers. Ask my closest friends. Ask my GMR. Sometimes I cuss like a dirty-mouthed sailor. I like it. It takes the edge off stuff. Like if I’m frustrated. Or pissed. Or happy. Or sad. Or delighted. Or AWESOME. Now, I try to tone it down because I do have some class you know. And I know how to use other words because I really am kindee intelligent. I know how to act in a polite society. But, son of a bitch, sometimes I just feel like cussin. And I have been cleaning up my blog posts and twitter feeds and facebook updates. Taking out all those nasty lil words that would make my grandmother blush—except my Maw Maw cussed like a sailor, too. Huhn. Well, sometimes I’m going to cuss.

And guess what else? After those five ‘literary-embraced’ novels/novella, I’m writing me a kinda supernatural-romance  and the only one apologizing for it is: Me! Yeah. “Whatchoo writing, Kat?” Me: “Um, oh, it’s this book that has some supernatural stuff in it. *whispers: and a little romantic leanings* but it still has some literaryishness to it. Um, teehee, um. Hey! What’s that shiny thing over there! *kat runs off*” Yeah, I’m writing it and I am having fun. I even get to write about SEX! Whooowheee! And I found out I like to write about a little bit of rough sex, not romantical sweet sex. The stuff that would make my Maw Maw blush, except she was kind of . . . well, my grandmother weren’t no saint and she’d probably like reading it were she still alive. She’d probably laugh and slap her knee. She could probably give me some tips, bless her heart.

Let me tell you this, too, y’allses. I can yappity do dah day about my books till Kingdom-Damn-Comes, but do you know how fucking boring that is? To constantly yap yap talk talk talk talk talk about that shit? I have other things that make me feel AWESOME! Like, my photography, and working out—I love health and fitness. I have a granddaughter and step-grandkids, and I live in one of the most beautiful places on earth. I have AWESOME friends and when I’m around certain friends, they get the full on Kat jittery-ass chaotic swirly headed tornadic ALL of me and they don’t seem to mind a’tall.

my old ass likes to take photos . . .

And you want to know something funny? The most books I ever sold were when I didn’t know a goddamned thing about “marketing/promo” –when my first book was published.  I was worse than I am now about that, folkses. Tender Graces shot up to Number 1 on Amazon paid list over goddamned The Help and I didn’t even know it till my editor told me—and I was just dumb enough that I didn’t go all out talking about it. I just went “huhn, so I guess that means ebooks aren’t the debbil like I thought?” Luck and timing most times is how a book sells anyway. So if I don’t feel like running off at my mouth about my books, then I won’t. If I feel like sharing some news, then I will. If I don’t want to do booksignings, I won’t. If I want to do an event I think is AWESOME, I will.

If I don’t have time to go social networking–writing/using it or visiting it– I’m going to stop feeling guilty over it. Side’s, Hons, it’s to where I am reading the same things over and over and over in social networking and wondering if there’s anything new, and that includes my old ass. Then again, I’m awed and amazed at so many of y’all out there who Do This Thang Right in social networking – Hot Damn Y’all! But, even so, ain’t nothing going to stop me from my writing. That’s the sweet spot. That’s my important part. Even if it means I lose “stats” or “numbers” in social networking. Yep.

And even though I’m a bit of a grammar-fanatic, I didn’t care about my grammar when I wrote this–I mean, come on! I said fuck! In for a penny . . .

Let me tell you: when it comes to marketing/promo/our books/our careers/whatever, most of us are squiggly shapes trying to fit in round, square, or triangle holes. Folkses, there are very very few round, square, and triangle hole people in this world—what I mean is, while we are basically all “the same” human race, we all have STUFF and that STUFF about us makes us squiggly. So us squiggly shapes just need to goddamned stop trying to fit in those holes and either cut out our own squiggly holes, or say, “fuck it” and don’t fit in anywhere.

And you know what? I hate cauliflower—I mean, what’s the point of it? It tastes like shit and looks boring. And guess what else, I have a slight eating disorder that manifests itself in a fear of food. And I hate people touching me unless I really trust them. And I don’t want my neck and shoulders massaged when I go to have my hair washed and cut. And I wish I could read your WIP, but I can’t—I really do miss helping writers in that way, but now I have to constantly say: No. Now I say it without feeling like shit: No, my publishers don’t want me to and, no, I don’t have time to anymore because my spare time has become precious to me—I’ve paid some dues, y’all. I’ve sacrificed family and friends and fun for this writing life because it is AWESOME and I love it, but, my spare time now needs to go to those who love me and have supported what I do, and to things I do beyond my writing/author life.

I love working out and taking my body to the limit. I want to be an Olympic gymnast in my next life. I feel stronger and sexier than I have in . . . forever. Dang, I might think,

la tee dah

why couldn’t I feel this way when I was younger. Well, what the hell? I’m not supposed to feel this way in my fifties and beyond? Can if I wanna. And I do.

I put everything I have into my books. I mean, I work my ass off when I write my books. I am sincere. I am kicking my ass. I am doing the best goddamned writing I know how and they become books I can feel proud of. And some gonna like em and some ain’t and some never even gonna hear about me and some will love love love me. That’s how that shit goes. We can’t all be Super-Stars, and even if we become a Super-Star, it could last and it could not. Better we have something that makes us feel AWESOME whether we are up or down or somewhere in the between.

There’s a whole danged ole world of experiences out there and I want to touch taste feel do be. I don’t want to be settin’ here in my little log house boo-hoo-de-hooing about how my books ain’t on the New Yawk Times Best Seller lists (and if they ever do go there, then yippity kai yay little doggies for me!) or how I wish someone in some big ass tower up there would pay attention to me and how AWESOME my books are because I’m so AWESOME a writer! And really, who am I to tell all y’allses how to write or market or promo or even if you love cauliflower as much as I think it sucks, well, get ye to eating up some cauliflower! You can have my portion.

Yup, from here on out, I’m taking back my life.  I’ve carried a lot of responsibilities on my shoulders for many many years. I’ve worked my ass off in every job I’ve ever had, including this one. I’m going to do what the fuck I want to from now on.

Hold on, you might say. “Everything you want to?” Well, now, y’allses—you know I ain’t going to go full head-long into stoopid! I can’t fall off the grid, or live off locusts and honey. I still have to pay bills on time. I still will write AWESOME books cause that’s what makes me happy and is in line with DOING WHAT THE HELL I WANT!, and of course, I will always make my deadlines. And treat people with respect, unless they don’t deserve respect and then I’ll ignore their asses. But, other’n that, the way’s pretty much open.

I can blog when I want to, or not. I can twitter if I want to, or not. I can be cranky-pants and show my ass if I want to. I’m a grandmother for gawds sake and ain’t old people supposed to be all weird, like, “Hey, she’s just old, that’s why she’s doin’ that shit.” It’s a license to show your ass! Omg! Genius!

And, I think I’m a fairly gifted writer. I’m healthy. I’m happy. I’m AWESOME because I kick ass even if it’s my own.

Now, I’m going back to work on my book, and then I’m going to set on the porch and rock a while, maybe drink a vodka tonic. I’m going to enjoy what I have left of my life after working my ass off for many many years, and even after long ago putting up with people who stomped on me, told me I was nothing—before I knew better, I didn’t do better, now I been knowing better for quite some time. Best to do it before you are old so your oldness is AWESOME!

I’m going to feel AWESOME for what I’ve accomplished. I’m going to stop that stupid shit I do of comparing myself to others’ successes so that I take a kick-ass morning and turn it into a “Woe is me” morning. Who loves a whiner? Not I. I can’t stand a whiner. I ain’t no whiner, so why I been whining? Huhn.

Kicking ass one ass at a time—starting right-cheer with my own. And if anyone is offended by my cussing or my honesty or my AWESOMEnessesss, then, well, Dang, what can I say? I yam who I yam: sometimes I’m a cynic, a tough-ass, a smart ass, and for those who know me best, they know I’m loyal and a pretty good friend, and I’ll support the hell out of writers in the ways I can. But, really, I am completely out of my mind and out of my element, a discombobulated hot mess, most the time. Whee haw!

#TakingBackMyLife

Comments on: "Doing the f*ck what I want . . . I’m taking back my life." (35)

  1. jwthibodeau said:

    I LOVE this post so much—it made me sooo happy to read it! I started grinning and nodding my head and then I actually said out loud, \”Yes!\” I have to admit that I\’ve been wanting to take my life back recently, so your post came at the absolutely most perfect time ever. My path might be different from yours, but I\’m saving this post, because I think I might need to reread it every now and again. Thanks, Kat! You so absolutely kick ass!

  2. I think you’re AWESOME in the truest sense of that overused word. And I think part of your genius social media-wise is your authenticality (should be a word) paired with that awesomeness. I like Cussin’ Kat!

    I gave up apologizing for what I write a while ago. I used to stutter and stammer when people asked about it. Now I just say “It’s a big, fat epic fantasy, full of sex and violence and kickass warrior chicks and romancy overtones. What of it?!”

    I’m with you, Kat! Let’s take this PARTY RAFT down the I-don’t-give-a-shit River, without a paddle. Who cares what those nattering landlubbers think on the banks as we jam on by? (And yes, I remember, you can be Huck.)

    • AWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Howling at the goddamned moon as we float on the river!

      Don’t forget the vodka :-D

      And you know how i think you are a big ole pot of AWESOME, Vaughn!

  3. Lawd, Lawd! I do love this post! I think that I too will have to save it to read time to time when I need to jump start my ass and quit wasting precious time. I’ve been needing to take my life back and live it to the hilt for some time now and this was the perfect post for me to find today. Thank you, thank you, thank you! Time to kick some ass!

    • Hells-to-the-big-ole-YEAHS!

      I can’t do that “what if this were my last day” shit – I just have to stomp my foot and howl at the moon and say “ENOUGH!” . . .

  4. Well, alleluia and kiss the cow (and the ass)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dues done been more’n paid in full. TIME FOR FUN AND WHAT MAKES LIFE GOOD AND SWEET FOR *YOUUUU*!!! I’m so happy about this declaration. (Just wish you’d’a been a little more real . . . like, mebe cussed a time ‘r two.) EL OH EL! <3

    PS I'm gloriously round. With a squiggle on top. hehe

    • LAUGHING! – yeah, this was tame compared to how I am when I’m all wound up, ain’t it Angie *LAUGHING*

      whoowheeee! HAPPY BIRTHDAY again, Angie . . . I know you done shucked off the “got to’s” and been shaking your FREEDOM BOOTY for a while now – POWMP!

  5. This is just about the best damn thing I’ve read all day! I’m doing my best to learn to be that way too and I wish us both the best of luck with learning to take back what is rightfully ours in the first place!

  6. Kat,
    I love it, but next time don’t hold back. Tell us how you really feel.

    Seriously, you deserve to do what you want and you don’t need to explain it to anyoe. Your writing and your achievements speak for themselves.

  7. Awesome with sauce on top! No more apologetic “I write romance” confessions for me. I do it, I love it, get over it. Nyah! Cuss all ya want, I’m still listening.

  8. Brenda Watson said:

    I loved reading this and I love you books so much. I am trying to take back my life and get away from all the drama of family. Like you, I feel I have paid my dues and also paid for whatever mistakes I have made. So let it go and let’s have some fun for the time we have left.

    • Thank you, Brenda – that means a lot to me — really, readers’ notes and comments are the most lovely and wonderful thing a writer can receive – THAT’S what’s AWESOME!

      And yes – shucking off the weights on the shoulders and walking with a light step towards the rest of our goddamned lives!

  9. Love it. LOVE. IT. You are my inspiration.

    I wish I’d felt like that when I was a youngin’ like you. Oh well, what’s wrong with now? :D

    Don’t ever give up your life again, Kat. Though I have to admit, I’m a little scared to see what you might post on FB now. ;-)

    • Laughing – I’ll still just be myself, but maybe with a little more smart-assyness. That’s been creeping in anyway.

      This same thing happens as I get to know people in real life- I start out shy, don’t say much, then after I’m comfortable, I loosen up and – lawdy be! whoop whoop ;-D

  10. Great post, Kat! I’m so glad you’ve liberated yourself! And this, “I’ve sacrificed family and friends and fun for this writing life because it is AWESOME and I love it, but, my spare time now needs to go to those who love me and have supported what I do, and to things I do beyond my writing/author life.” That resonated with me big time; thanks!

    • Yes! I’d been stretching myself so thin, and so much of it I love about this business (and some of it I don’t as much *laugh*) but then I finally woke up to recognize how much I was missing outside of my work!

  11. Mwhahahaha! You are AWESOME.

    Yep, fuck it.

    HugsXXX

  12. Kat….you are exactly who I always knew you were….remember I knew and worked with GMR before (I believe) he even knew you…..which makes no difference one way or the other…..but I knew what kind of woman would keep GMR interested and she was not a soft and shy little pansy of a thing, but one with gumption and when appropriate (and sometimes not) would cuss to make a point…..someone who was darlin’, kicky, fun, very very intelligent…to keep up with his remarkably great mind which was also very moral, someone who was also sexy and innovative there too. I’m just glad my instincts are right on…and yes, if I lived nearby we would be good buds……

    PS. I don’t like strangers touching me either…..or even Tom if I’m pissed off.

  13. You’ve made my week, Kat. Thank you, my cuss-like-a-sailor-but-still-a-lady-hero. I worry, worry, then worry some more. Now I’m kicking my own ass and saying, “Tonia, get over yourself. Pull your head out of your nether-regions, stop bitching, finish the revisions, and move forward.” I love writing and I have lots more books I want to write. And they’re not all one genre, wow.

    Reading this is better than a Red Bull and chocolate fix.

    You are awesome with a side of whoop-ass sauce.

    Thanks. :)

  14. karenselliott said:

    I like this you! :) Fuck it. I like the real me, too. Yes, you worked your ass off, yes, you are successful. Write what you want. I’ll read it.

  15. I’ve been thinking the same fucking thing. Bravo. Seriously. I’m taking my life back.

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  17. welllllll, hot damn, granny! get on out there with your big lady balls!

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