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Holy Hell

Posted August 17, 2015 By kmarrs

Borderline Personality Disorder and FriendshipIt worked!  I made a friend!

Let’s look back at my awesomeness:

Day 2:

OMG! So I went back today to get a soda and was able to have a normal, but low-key interaction with him where I came off more human and less awkward duck. He even greeted me by my first name which he had just learned yesterday.

Now to see if he brings up the book in a few days or so. I’m so curious if he’ll read it and share with me what it brought him.

Day 3

So day three of “this is why I have no friends”

I passed him a note after I bought my soda from him reading:

“This is cheesy but we’ve established I’m an awkward freak. Do you want to be friends? (xxx)xxx-xxxx -Karen”

Gah! Ball could not possibly be more in his court, between the book and now the note.

Day 3 Later I have a chime notifying me of a text message. Is it?


Oh god. I hope he doesn’t think I get less awkward.
Shit. Now I have to come up with stuff to talk about.

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Lack of Supervision

Posted July 6, 2015 By kmarrs

My husband walked into a pet store with a credit card someone stupidly sent him and no adult supervision.

We named her Cinnamon.

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Cinnamon likes to sleep in my lap.  Thus far.  I’m sure when she’s no longer 9 weeks old and closer to 9 months old, that will change.  It could change tomorrow.  But I pulled her out to take these pictures and she curled up to sleep in my lap while I put this all together so I’ll take what I can get.

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Published Author – Karen Marrs

Posted May 28, 2015 By kmarrs

I hate editing.  So the fact my memoir is in full edit mode, with nothing left to write, is painful.  So to actively avoid editing, I have been playing more Final Fantasy, I’ve been working on The Last Dwarf, and I sat down and wrote a little kid’s picture book in full.  I then tested how, exactly, self publishing works by publishing it.  I now know what I’d do differently next time.  But in the meantime I present you:

Found in Print and For the Kindle

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When White Lies Are The Way To Go

Posted May 21, 2015 By kmarrs

I try to go for a walk everyday.  Usually it’s at night, as late as the middle of the night.  Last Tuesday I took my walk at about 8:30PM and I invited my oldest with me.  There is a lot on his plate and I wanted him to have the chance to talk, which he did.

One of the first things that came up was girls,


It turns out there is a girl on his bus that he has his eye on and another girl in his class figured it out and told bus girl and basically asked her out for my boy without consulting if my boy actually wanted to go out with her.

Follow all that?

Ok.  The hitch of for the feminine plotting is that at almost 12, he has no interest in dating anyone.  Which thank you whatever power is watching over me.

So I taught him the first white lie of the night: “My mom won’t let me.”

In this case it’s, “My mom won’t let me date yet, but you can come over to my house and play sometimes if you want.”

He is out of the dating hot seat without hurting her feelings and without feeling pressure to be older than his 12 years.  Because dear God what the hell are 12-year-olds doing dating?

As the conversation continued I basically gave him the thumbs up to blame me saying no on any situation he didn’t want involved in.

That white lie becomes truth and changes to “My mom will kill me, have you MET her.” when it comes to drugs and alcohol.

Then I of course told him I’d rather have him be truthful to be when he’s older and experimenting with beer at parties.  As long as he drinks responsibly, I’ll be far happier over the “I need a ride home” phone call than the “He should have gotten a ride home” house call.

Id’ say he’s years away from there, but apparently not.  I’m just lucky (is this lucky?) that the situation with his aunt has taught him to be respectful of alcohol.  I don’t want him to fear it, I just need him to drink responsibly.

It was a good walk and talk.


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The Walking the Borderline Weekender

Posted May 16, 2015 By kmarrs

Walking the Borderline Blog BPD Borderline Personality Disorder

I think one of my favorite things about the new house is the yard and neighborhood around it.  My desk backs up to 3 floor to ceiling windows offering me an easy view of the entire backyard and a chunk of the hood.

In relation to this, my 3-year-old is getting to spread her freedom wings a lot earlier than her siblings were allowed to.  With a view of the back yard in front of my, and the back door to my immediate right, she’s able to play out there with me watching from my desk.  She has no interest in leaving the backyard, because let’s face it, it’s a kick-ass backyard.  It’s safe out there, in a way that reminds me of growing up in the 80’s.

It’s kind of awesome to watch her explore her (controlled) freedom.


This week in my store:

Profits from my store go towards supporting my family.

Speaking of my store, you can find a link to the WTBL new items up along the top. It’ll take you here. I actually own the pink shirt. No joke, I love it! All items in the WTBL store are great ways to support the blog and my family at the same time!


Quote of the week:

Sammy: But why can’t I wear the other dress?

Me: Because it’s your special occasion dress.

Sammy: Like going to the doctor?

Me: No… Like Christmas.


In closing, this realization:

My husband is an ass.  I was actually out cold at a reasonable hour and he turned on the lights and shook me awake because he was alarmed I was wearing clothes.  I was wearing clothes because I had literally fallen face forward into bed and passed the fuck out because of how tired I was at like 7PM.


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Literary Time Travel

Posted May 15, 2015 By kmarrs

old_book_clip_art_20190This was due yesterday, which I thought was today, meaning I should have written this two days ago.  Though I couldn’t have because what I’m going to write about happened today for me, yesterday for you.

I blame the hormone imbalance of having started my period, but I’ve decided self publishing is way too easy as far as publishing itself goes, but horrid for any possible publicity.  So I’ve gone crazy-er and have decided to do this the old-fashioned, books smell pretty, way.  Of course I didn’t know exactly how one does this.  I still don’t.  But I do now know that the first step is to get a literary agent.  I basically need to convince them that my book is a great investment so that they can convince a publisher that my book is a great investment and then POOF published.  There is some magic in there.  And preying.

I’ve sent my Letter of Query, synopsis, a few chapters, and an author bio out to 10 different agents.  I have a list of many more I can try later.  However, I think I’m going to wait til I get these first 10 responses, see what they say, tweak my letter/synopsis/chapters/bio some, and then send to 10 new.

If all else fails I’ll look up the agents behind Twilight and 50 Shades.  I mean, come on.  If they can get published…

No.  That’s mean.  I mean they sold like crazy for their target market and made their agents very rich.

Who am I to knock that as a writer?

Now as a reader…

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