The Passing

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Rampant and elusive,

It grows abundant and becomes conclusive.

Something we cannot touch, yet is all around us,

An element which documents our existence.

It envelops us with its boundaries and deadlines,

For sufferers it’s cruel, for the fortunate it is kind.

For many there is never enough to be had,

For the eager, its pace may be considered a lag.

Some count it down for great moments they wait for,

While others cling desperately, in last breaths, begging for more.

Where does it go? So often repeated,

From life through death, it is constantly depleted.




The News – Why I Sometimes Don’t Watch It


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Is it ever good? Do we usually hear good things when watching the news? Do we ever turn it on and hear….Newflash – taxes are going down! Or….Thanks for coming, but all is right with the world so we have nothing to report!

No, it’s called News but it’s never usually good news being reported. I prefer to live with the old adage….’No news is good news’, so therefore I try not to watch it too often. I seem to go through phases, either I run to turn on the TV at 6pm or I will go for a few weeks and not listen to any news. Not because I’m not interested on the goings on in the world, but mostly because I have a tendency to dwell on things and it’s just easier for me to ignore downer news for as long as I can before I have to realize that the pertinent things I’ve missed are taking effect. I get pissed off at government issues and as I am a very empathetic person,  when I hear or see sad things that happen to people, it makes me very sad.

Sometimes my husband will ask me if I saw such and such on the news and I’ll say, I don’t want to know, then we get into a debate. He reiterates how important it is to stay abreast of things and I argue back that I don’t want that crap in my head right now. If I can’t change anything and have to bite it, I sometimes choose not wanting to know.

They say, you shouldn’t watch the news before going to bed. I wholeheartedly agree and have long ago given up that ritual. After all, I have enough to worry about that keeps me up at night without having to worry how I am going to fix the world.

Just my thoughts here.  Anyone else have an opinion?



Nobody Read Me #Fairytales

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It is almost ironic that I am a writer and author. My childhood didn’t consist of books or fairytales.

Since I was a little girl I loved to write little sayings and make cards for people I loved; in a child-like, Hallmark sort of way. I was always full of compassion. Growing up in a broken home, I felt a need to connect with others. Anyone who would pay me any attention was someone I cherished.

A few teachers along the way had taken me into their hearts and did extra special things for me. Once I had a kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Wagner, who invited me to spend an afternoon at her home on a Sunday. I suppose it was arranged between her and one of my parents, I didn’t know at the time how it was arranged and I never questioned it, but as I grew older I began to wonder what would even spur a kindergarten teacher to even want to spend a Sunday with one of her students?

My favourite teacher though, was Miss Jacobs in grade two, who later became Mrs. Hood. I never questioned why she had taken such a shining to me either but I idolized her and I remember making her so many cards with my crayons, always putting a shining sun on every one of them. I’d like to think she saw some kind of an artistic talent in me and perhaps she was aware of my fears and nervousness. Perhaps she knew the instability I resided in. I never forgot her kindness.

I loved school and I loved reading and being read fascinating stories by my teachers. It never really dawned on me until I got a bit older and moved out on my own that there were never any books in my home, save for the odd trashy novel by my mother’s nightstand. Oh, but I loved to write. I made my little cards for everyone to convey my affection for them. Valentine’s day was the most exciting day of the year for me because I got to make so many cards and gave them freely to all my classmates. It was so thrilling for me to receive some back as well.

From making cards to journaling on scraps of paper, which I kept hidden from everyone, it became my secret time where I could pen my thoughts and not have to be afraid I would get in trouble for speaking my opinions. The funny thing I remember about my paternal grandmother who never gave me any love or encouragement growing up is rather odd because for all of the emotional distance, she used to tell me I should be a journalist when I grew up. Perhaps someone was paying attention? Certainly there must have been something she saw in me to repeat it several times to me throughout my childhood. Heck, I didn’t even know what a journalist was at seven years old.

In school I loved reading and when I moved away from home I became a voracious reader. I continued to journal and used writing as a way to speak up for how I was feeling, even though I never sent any of my writing to anyone, whomever it may have been written to. Writing my feelings had given me a vehicle to unload a burden from myself. I may have missed a lot in childhood as I spent much of it worrying about the ongoing status of my parent’s relationship and the discord I lived with, but eventually I found my way and many times it was writing which kept me sane. I haven’t stopped writing since.

©D.G.Kaye 2014

Paperbacks and Canadian Authors

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While I was anxiously awaiting for the delivery of my newly published book Conflicted Hearts, my brother asked me for a copy about a week ago and I told him I didn’t even have one yet for myself, other than a proof copy. I spend most days with the exception of one or two days a week at the most, at home working on my new books that I am writing. Of course, the one day of the week I went out yesterday to take my husband to the doctor’s office and to buy a new laptop, my books had come while I was out. Or let me rephrase that, the postman had come to my door with them but didn’t leave them behind. I was puzzled at this as I pulled the tag off my front door with the notification to go to my local post office and pick them up. It didn’t dawn on me until this morning why the books weren’t left on my porch and as I went to recheck the notice, I turned it over and discovered there was a customs tax I was required to pay for $15.00.

I found it a bit exorbitant that as a Canadian author having my book published in the United States, that the cost of each book for an author to purchase for herself becomes quite costly for us with all the add ons. Yes, we get a slightly discounted price for buying our own books but that is only the beginning. The shipping to Canada charges are monsterous and then let us not forget those charges are all in U.S. dollars and then are converted to Canadian dollars worth less, on our Visa cards also with an added surcharge, courtesy of Visa and then Canada customs gets their grubs on us deciding that we should have to pay yet another charge to allow our items into Canada.

So in essence, my $53.00 order became $110.00! I’m just saying, that is pretty steep. Is it any wonder why many Indie authors don’t opt to get involved with paperbacks when self-publishing? Where is the justice?

I just thought I’d use my space here to vent. All feedback is welcome! 😉



You Know You’re a Writer When… | Kristen Lamb’s Blog



I just wanted to share this great, entertaining post from Kristen Lamb’s Blog. A fun read on the many aspects of …You know you’re a writer when….

Just one of the many funnies we hear as writers.


You Know You’re a Writer When… | Kristen Lamb’s Blog.

Bittersweet – Murphy’s Law


A few months back, I wrote a post on “Murphy”, my pet name for his origin is Murphy’s law. Murphy has a tendency to show up in my life at most inopportune times, hence the name, so of course it would be inopportune!

Murphy has been circling my orbit for the past two weeks. I have tried to ignore him and refused to acknowledge that it was once again my turn in the universe to be graced with his presence. I know when he’s around, he’s like Santa; he sees you when you’re sleeping.

In these past two weeks, things around my house have been mysteriously breaking down or malfunctioning. Communications have had SNAFU’s and anything I was trying to accomplish was being time-sucked by distractions and mishaps which I had to attend to. One day my Lazy Susan cupboard or ‘the magic cupboard’ as my cabinet maker who designed it named it when I bought and renovated my house completely last year, wouldn’t open more than 8 inches for me to get into it to access my various cooking ingredients. I suppose Susan lived up to her name. That was the week of the Polar Vortex and I need not go into what that weather situation entailed after the great ice storm. Coincidentally at that time my gas fireplace conveniently died. And of course that happened on a Friday night so it couldn’t get serviced until Monday which again turned into Tuesday because people whose furnaces broke down took precedence over fireplaces. The repair man finally came, made it work but found no known reason to man why it didn’t work.

Two weeks ago I went to my mailbox in anticipation of finding my Conflicted Hearts books there, only to wipe out on the icy sidewalk and sprain my ribs and upper arm…and no books! Yesterday in the middle of checking back and forth at my sales rank on amazon during my first KDP promotion, my laptop CRASHED…AGAIN! That would be two hard drive crashes in 5 months. Can this even happen? I spent two hours on the phone (instead of writing) with Dell tech support, chewing them out for a crappy product while trying to analyze the problem. Another thing that got me steamed about the already aggravating situation was they informed me that they would come an repair and put in a new hard drive for me but they were taking the old one with them. WHOA!  I said, “What?” Apparently if I don’t let them have the old one, I would be charged $80.00! “Are you kidding me?”, I questioned in a not so friendly tone. “I’m not giving you guys my whole personal world in that hard drive, that’s invasion of privacy,” I added. I thought the crash was enough punishment. They patiently replied that they don’t look at my information. So what the heck do they need it for! I thought when I bought the darn thing with all its components that it belonged to me. Why is their property? What is this world coming to? So my choice became give up the hard drive or pay. I was steamed So I ventured out to my local business depot today and took the dead machine over so they could swipe off all my info and paid them twenty bucks. I sure wasn’t going to give them my life on it.

In the midst of my mayhem, I was eagerly watching my author rank and downloads during my promo and I was so elated that my book Conflicted Hearts, made #1 in the top free NonFiction/Memoir category. It was a thrilling end to a crappy day. So as the saying goes — There is a silver lining!                   Screenshot 2014-01-10 18.41.18

I also wanted to take this opportunity to thank all of you who participated in getting my book and I hope you all enjoy it and if you did, please write a review on amazon because that is how our books get pushed up into visibility. I also want to thank many of my friends here for helping to spread the word for me and a special thanks to Diane Tibert for doing a lovely post about my book on her website for me. Please click on the link below to have a look.

Free eBook: Conflicted Hearts by D. G. Kaye | Diane Tibert.

I wish you all a great week and remember –Beware of Murphy!



Simple Things

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A smile to light up the soul

A song to enlighten our memories

A sunny day to help see the light

Blooming flowers to remind us of nature’s beauty

Words, ‘I love you’ to remind you, you’re special

A gentle touch from someone to show they care

Your birthday, in celebration that you are still living

Waking up each morning, another day of life granted

Milestones, in celebration of a great moment

Thank you, expressing appreciation

Sharing, for all you receive to pay it forward.


©D.G. Kaye -2013



Announcing My First ‘Free’ Day

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I wanted to write a little post here about my first two weeks as an accomplished self-published author. First I will start by saying the feeling of accomplishment after working diligently to get my book out into the world in the past six months is exhilarating. Secondly, I will openly state that writing the book was the most fun part and if you think editing and revisions and book covers and formatting isn’t a small feat compared to writing, it doesn’t end there.

As writers we are constantly working our brains and are seldom found without a pen in hand for a fleeting thought that may cross our minds when we are perhaps doing something completely off topic, yet we must be prepared to grasp the moments when those juicy morsels of thought come our way. For me, when I am absorbed in some of life’s daily matters, the ideas and thoughts about my new book(s) I am writing and ideas are always on the backburner in my brain, anticipating when whatever it is I have to do at the moment can be done so I can get back to writing.

But writing a new book cannot have all your attention because we also have to keep up with the babysitting of our first book. Our work is never done. If we are adamant about our book being shared in the world, it is also our job to work on exposure for that book, thus marketing and promotions. These are all time consuming parts of the business that we must learn and adapt to and keep up with the trends so we can direct our energies to what methods are a best fit for our works and genre. And so, the life of a writer is a constant. If we are serious about our work there are no vacations, okay we can take vacations but I know when I had two little getaways this past year, my laptop came with me as well as my kindle full of ‘must read’ material. But I do believe everybody needs a break sometime, so if we can prioritize our time wisely and still find some time to have fun, we can rejuvenate ourselves and also being on vacation can open up a new part of the brain to some new experiences which every writer knows is a dream come true.

Everyone tends to form their own schedules what works best for them but for me, I find I can’t stay away from writing too long because I’m afraid it will either make me lazy or I get overwhelmed with the amount of work I’ll have to catch up on if I leave it too many days. So I strive to get something done everyday so I don’t get backlogged. My social life has shrunk exponentially this past year as my days are spent attending to life matters and writing and by night I trade up for my social media and marketing hats. Life of a writer….I love it, thrive in it and I am driven to learn this business and succeed!


On another note, I am over the moon with the reviews my book has been receiving, especially since it has only been two weeks and I am pretty much an unknown author to the cyber world. I would also like to take this opportunity to thank so many of you out there for supporting my efforts and getting my book and giving me inspiring feedback. For those of you who haven’t had a chance or perhaps were hesitant on taking a chance on reading my book, I’d like to let you all know in advance here that my book Conflicted Hearts will be making its first ‘FREE’ debut on Amazon this Friday January 10th! Yup, you are getting the scoop here first! So for those of you who have been sitting on the fence, please don’t hesitate to take advantage of this ‘One Free Day’ on Friday and if you like the book please don’t forget to leave a review on Amazon and feel free to drop by here and comment to me.

Thanks for your kind support!

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