Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Random Poem...



I believe in a love that never sleeps -

it holds me tight throughout the night.


Go ahead, tell me no and release me -
to be the girl who never loses sight. 




Sometimes, all you need is to keep focused during times of stress. 

I am a mother, author, and aircraft inspector. Please visit my website at www.authorkmeador.com

Monday, January 11, 2016

Fire me? Not without a fight... #APCIndieLove #BookBoost

I’m in a horrible mood as I write this. WARNING! 

Mostly, I like working in the aviation industry. Okay, so I don’t enjoy working in the various uncomfortable weather conditions and my body has informed me it doesn’t bend and twist as much as it used to. But for the most part I find my job rewarding.

Until that is I come across certain people who are vindictive because they don’t want to do their job and make me the reason they aren’t getting their job done. I have run across such a person. And I am thankful – at least I’m 80% sure – management is on my side of things. I won’t be going down without a fight.

He has gone around to other people, and behind my back, informing them he would get me fired any way possible. When I learned this, I informed my upper management. And now, tonight while I was on break he took a picture of me while I was playing a game and sent it to my boss.

Seriously??? It was lunch break. Geez get a life dude.

Anyway, there are other stressors going on in my life and I’m venting. Because I wanted to come home and write on my newest children story: Princess Alexia and the Legend of the Trolls. And since I am in such a rotten mood it is hard to wrap my brain around a fun young girl and a pirate talking pirate.

So, my pain is your gain as I’d like to give you a sneak peek into Princess Alexia and the Legend of the Trolls. Enjoy…

Princess Alexia and the Legend of the Trolls

Chapter One
The pitch black night camouflaged the Giants who gathered at the edge of Shadow Swamp. Katydids whistled and fish leapt out of the water only to splash back in while owls hooted and crickets chirped with annoyance at the Giants. Seven-feet-tall with hunched backs, beady eyes, wrinkled skin, and bony fingers, they gave a frightful appearance.
One by one, the Giants entered their canoes and paddled across Shadow Swamp avoiding sharp stumps rising out of the water and without disturbing the guardian, Al E. Gator.
Overhead, storm clouds gathered and slivers of moonlight peeked through lighting the Giants way. On the other side, they moved through the prairie, and approached The Wandering River. Trolls snored underneath the bridge and did not waken as the Giants crossed with an unnatural stealth-like quietness.
It did not take long after crossing The Wandering River that they arrived at the Troll Village. Built into the mountain, the homes made a difficult obstacle for the Giants. However, the castle was large and there lays Princess Rasha. The leader, Goldamar, grinned a toothless smile. He imagined Princess Rasha weaving her magical spells to bring him riches he coveted.   
Goldamar waited for the moonlight to disappear behind the clouds once more and gave a soft whistle, akin to a crows cackle. As one they moved in to attack the sleeping village. In the midst of heavy fighting, screams of terror, and the clashing of weapons, the heavens opened, and the heavy laden clouds unleashed its raindrops which pelted the ground.
Thunder boomed, lightning flashed, and the whipping wind carried off the noises of the battle. The Giants passed through the outer fields, into the courtyard, and knew their target would soon belong to them.  

***

Tianjin, a loyal servant of King Elgin and Queen Serenia, alerted them of the Giant attack by a panicked guard. Tianjin ran up the stairs and pounded on the bedchamber door, “King Elgin! Queen Serenia! The village is under attack! Hurry, you must hide in the secret passage.”
The King and Queen opened their door and the commotion downstairs made its way towards them.  
 “Not without the Princess,” cried out Queen Serenia.
“I will get her. Go!” He shoved the lit candle into the Queen’s hand and pushed them into the secret passage.
Tianjin ran down the hall, turned the corner, passed three doors and entered Princess Rasha’s bedchamber. He went over to the large canopy bed that swallowed the petite princess and shook her awake. Using hand signs, they had developed to communicate, Tianjin got the deaf princess out of bed and dressed.
Tianjin opened the door to take Princess Rasha to the secret passage when two large Giants appeared in the hall and filled the doorway.  One Giant hit Tianjin causing him to fall and slide across the floor.
The other Giant grabbed the princess, flung her over his shoulder and carried Princess Rasha away from her village.


Aircraft Inspector, Author, Mother, Daughter, Sister, Cousin, Friend and so much more. 

                 www.authorkmeador.com






Wednesday, January 6, 2016

I won't be a willing victim because...



So, I am sitting here on my day off thinking about life in general. I feel many things are being taken away from us, as individuals. Or at least they are trying to be. One thing I am not willing to let go of is my freedom of choice.

I saw on my Facebook newsfeed a woman who said, “Why do so many people want to keep guns around anyway? I don’t understand what the big deal is about having less guns.”

Well, random lady on Facebook who appeared on my newsfeed I will tell you that guns is a big deal. Because criminals will get guns regardless of the “gun control law”. I want the choice to protect myself and my family. I will not be a willing victim.

Criminals are called that because they don’t follow the law. Taking my choice of having or not having a gun away will not suddenly make criminals want to obey the law. They scoff at the idea.

Also I grew up in the country when guns were needed to kill deadly animals – like rattlesnakes, copperheads, coyotes, panthers, and wild boars.

I am, once again, about to move back into the country where having a gun will protect me from deadly animals. I will also be traveling alone 45 miles one way to work. If I break down, I want protection. Lawful protection. Because police aren’t around the corner when you are traveling. Yes, it is my choice to live in the country just as it is your choice to live where you do. It is also my choice to have a concealed hand gun nearby when I follow the laws. My choice; not yours.

Choices. I want my choices. I don’t want them taken away.

In addition, I am tired of the processed and chemically induced foods we are forced to buy. There is nothing better than having fresh meat in the freezer which is taken legally. Have you ever been to a facility that kills animals? That is cruelty.

Hunting for food is not. Pigs, deer, beef, and chickens – what would happen to us if we went back to using fresh meat and veggies?

We’d probably be a healthier nation that is less dependent on sugar and caffeine. Of course this is only my opinion.

So for lady on Facebook who I have no idea how you ended up on my newsfeed, continue, if you must, to live in the land of naivety. I, for one, will not and I will fight to keep my right to choose. 

K-Trina Meador







Mr. President: Disarm ISIS, not Us.
Today America is at war with ISIS. They attack our soldiers, our homeland and our friends. When our law abiding citizens need to protect our streets and communities most, President Obama chooses this same moment to limit OUR gun rights. This is my response to his unbelievable position. Mr. President: Disarm ISIS, not Us.
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Friday, January 1, 2016

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!
I am not posting any resolutions this year; however, I will be thinking on how to connect with my readers on a more personal note. 
New Year’s Eve brought us a day where Charles and I had to go into work. Thankfully, we were let off early and got home around 6:30 p.m., both of us happy that we had no plans.
With the television on as mostly background noise, Charles processed the venison into summer sausage, jerky, burger, and more. I much prefer fresh venison, beef, and chicken rather than buying it from a store.
As the night progressed, the fireworks started and our wonderful dogs Pete and Nicco were scared and wouldn't leave our sides. During this time, I spent some time browsing the internet looking at blogs, and reading and thinking about what 2016 will bring.

Let us talk reading, and writing now. The opportunities that are available to people are overwhelming to become an author if that is your heart’s desire. Over 3000 books a day are uploaded to Amazon and although it is an awesome platform to get your books on, it is difficult to get noticed. 
I came across this blog post and thought the author of the blog post said it well. The post is long so if you want to read the full article click here. Otherwise here is a short recap of its meaning. 

The Ugly Truth of Publishing
and How to Support Writers

By Kristen Lamb


Feel free to buy used books but if you can, please see if you can buy new from the author. The reason is that those sales can make the difference in that author earning out the advance, selling out a print run, and getting their next book contract.
Because used bookstores do not favor self-published and indie authors. Most of their stock will be traditionally published authors so you (readers) supporting who you like with a new sale becomes far more important to that writer’s future and career.
I get that a lot of people buy used because they are on a budget. Been there so *fist bump*. You can still support writers in meaningful ways.
Even if you don't buy new, there is another way you can support writers you love. Write a REVIEW. A GOOD ONE.
As a writer I have a personal policy. If I can’t say something good, I shut up. Mainly because I AM far more picky about story being a writer and an editor but also this business is brutal. If we are not supporting each other? Who will? Because our families don’t get us. Our significant others might. Our kids think we are nuts. So I only leave glowing reviews. But that is me. Writers shouldn’t eat their young.
For READERS. Reviews are more important now than ever before, especially for the indie and self-published author. The reason is that with the change in the publishing paradigm, the slush pile (unfortunately) has been dumped into the reader’s lap. There are a lot of bad books out there. But even then, that really isn’t all that big of a problem.
Want to know the bigger problem?
There are a lot of good books out there.
Readers are essential to our success beyond just the sale. If you love our books, your promotion means a thousand times more than any ad I could pay for.
Secondly, when you review us, Amazon favors our books in the algorithms meaning more people SEE our book. More people SEE it, odds are I will sell more copies. In the on-line world YOU have the power to get US that awesome front of the store book placement. The more reviews the better the algorithm. Better algorithm, more views. More views, more sales, more sales—>we make a best-seller LIST!
You can also use your social media because it means more than ours.
Take a picture of our book. Put it on Facebook. People in your network ARE noticing. Peer review and approval is paramount in the digital age.



So, there it is. A glimpse into the modern day author’s struggle. I hope you will stay in touch during 2016 and when you read, please review. Thank you on behalf of all authors!

K-Trina