Update

I know I don't have a big following of readers yet, but for those of you who may come here, I just wanted to let you know that I am revamping how I am going to be doing things on this blog. It's going to take some time but hopefully during the span of 2015, I will have a clear perspective on what I want to focus on in this blog and be able to write more regularly. Thank you for your support and I'll be talking with you soon.

XOXO

Lola K.

The Encounter

I just recently wrote and erotic short for the 2Raw4TV Magazine's May 2014 issue. I thought I'd share some of it here. :) 

The Encounter

A sensual short by Lola K.

It was dark, rainy and hard to see much, but his glistening skin shown through the darkness nonetheless. The burning of my eyes from the acid rain became a distant memory the instant I looked upon him. He didn’t walk like everyone else. There was a grace about him. A silent confidence. I was never the sort to stop a man and ask him for his contact information, so when he passed me by and didn’t say anything, I quietly cursed myself for following my socially conditioned, gender role haughtiness.

There was no use living in regret. If he and I were meant to be, something would have happened to bring us together. After shaking myself out of my love-struck frozen stance, I continued on my way to the hotel I was staying at. I was booked with meetings all weekend, so it wasn’t like I had time for a social life anyway. Maybe it was a good thing that he didn’t notice me because I probably would have made some excuse about not having time, sabotaging the situation for being too good to be true. I mean, I was used to being approached by guys… but not guys with that type of… radiance.

He had an energy as if he was the C.E.O. of a major company. He carried himself with a sense of calm and ease, as if he had everything in his life together. Even in the rain, he didn’t cower from it like everyone else. It was as though he accepted it… handling it in the most effective way… breezing through it as if he didn’t care that it was ruining his tailored Armani suit. While I, on the contrary, cowered, trying to protect my $20 satin top. Maybe he didn’t mind because unlike me, he could just go out and buy another one.

Why was I still thinking about him? He was long gone. Out of my life forever. But I’ve never had a stranger linger in my mind like this before. There was a loud crack of thunder that startled me out of my daydream. The instinctual scream I made would have been embarrassing if it hadn’t have been for the lack of people around. It was late and raining, so most everyone was in for the evening. I had run to the corner store to get some ice cream before bed. I had wanted to get some from the hotel market, but they didn’t have the particular brand that I cared for and I was very particular about my ice cream. When I had first started out, the rain was just drizzling, but as it sometimes is with rainstorms, it just started to pour out of nowhere. I hadn’t thought that I would need an umbrella; after all, I was just running around the corner. So, all I had to shield me from the unexpected downpour was my purse.

Another crash of thunder sounded and I knew that a power outage was impending. I tried to get back to the hotel lobby as quickly as possible. I eased into the automatic, revolving doors, pulled my purse down from my head and sighed out in relief to finally be out of the rain. I stopped at the guest services counter to have an extra key made, then headed to the elevator. I was staying on the 35^th floor, so I started preparing for my tedious journey up the elevator- at least I didn’t have to walk. There was no one in the elevator car with me, so at least I could relax on the way up. I pressed the button labeled “35” and pulled my bag of ice cream close to my chest. Just as the doors started to close, I heard a voice call out, “Hold it!” I saw a masculine hand pierce through the slit of the elevator door at the last minute. I hurried over to try and press the open button but it had already started to open from the sensor.

I looked up to see who was going to be my temporary car mate and I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was the gentleman from the street- rain spotted Armani suit and all. He smiled the most perfect smile as he opened his mouth to say, “Thanks,” for my efforts in trying to halt the closing door. I blushed, holding my head down a bit, gripping my bag of ice cream tighter and whispered out, “It was… It was nothing.” A crash of thunder clapped just before the door closed and I shrieked in fright. He reached over and gently touched my arm as if trying to protect me and said, “Don’t worry. It’s just a little rain.” His touch was firm and comforting, and the anxiety I had about the thunder melted away but simultaneously transformed into butterflies from his touch. “I’ve always been afraid of thunder,” I explained awkwardly as the car started to lift off. He smiled back at me and reached over in front of me to press the button labeled “40.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, catching myself. “I wasn’t even thinking. I should have offered.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he assured. “I know you’re a bit shaken up.”

  

I heard the chime ring for a 5^th time, as we slowly headed up to the high double digit floors. The lights in the elevator car started to flicker and I grew anxious. The last thing I wanted was to be trapped inside one of these things. I assured myself that the hotel would have the situation under control and there was no need to worry. Five more floors passed and there was a jerking motion which jarred me. I closed my eyes, leaned against the wall and quietly started to count down from 10. The gentleman chuckled a bit and said, “My father used to do that.” I sighed a laugh of embarrassment and replied, “Yeah… it helps.”

“What’s in the bag?” he asked kindly.

“Oh… just some… ice cream,” I answered looking away nervously.

“You went outside to get ice cream in this weather? They have a store down stairs, you know.”

“I know,” I said, crinkling my nose in embarrassment of my particular nature. “I’m picky about my ice cream,” I explained.

He smiled in response. His smile was so sincere and captivating that it almost melted all of my nerves away. He had the most beautiful, deep and dark eyes, and his skin was smooth and flawless. I shook myself out of my trance, becoming aware of the fact that I might have been staring. I looked down at the floor and then briefly back up again and noticed that he was taking quick glances at me as well. This made me feel somewhat better about him having not noticed me initially in the street. I managed to get through the next 10 floors without much concern, and only being 15 floors away from my destination, I was sure everything was going to be fine. That was until I heard the sound. It was a dropping sound, like something powering down and then it happened… the elevator stopped moving.

I got a bit nervous but I figured I would just go over and press the buttons again. I leaned forward and pressed “35” a few times, looking up at the digital counter to see if anything was changing. I pressed almost frantically but nothing happened. The gentleman said, “I’m sure it’ll be back up in a moment.”

I smiled nervously as I pried my fingers away from the button. I started to breathe deeply, focusing on keeping calm. I knew everything would be back up and running shortly. I glanced over at him and he was looking at his sleek watch and glancing up at the digital floor counter. The lights flickered again and I started to feel that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

“What kind of ice cream did you get that they don’t have down stairs?”

The question temporarily distracted me from my feelings and I answered, “Uh… Blue Bunny. Hotels generally only sell brands like Häagen-Dazs, Edy’s or Ben & Jerry's. They’re always too fancy, too sweet, or have too many chunks. But Blue Bunny has a nice balance between quality, creamy ice cream that isn’t too sweet, and chunks without being overwhelming. Plus, they make pistachio ice cream...with almonds in it. And I love pistachio ice cream.”

He started to chuckle and I blushed. I looked down a bit and said, “I’m sorry… I was rambling.”

“No. No. No. Don’t be sorry… It’s just… you really are particular about your ice cream. I’ve just never met someone that cared that much about it before.”

We both laughed and then a moment later, the lights flickered for a final time, finally going out.

I gasped and clenched on to the metal hand rail, like someone hanging on for dear life. I heard him ask, “Are you ok?” I shook my head “yes” but I’m pretty sure he couldn’t see it in the darkness. I heard a cranking sound, as if we were teenagers in a third generation hoopty, and I dropped to the ground. I just knew the elevator was going to go down. I sat on the ground, arms clenched around my knees, praying for dear life. He came over to me and put his hand on my arm and told me everything was going to be fine. “No,” I rebutted. “It’s going to crash. It’s going to crash.”

“It’s not going to crash. I promise you.” He assured me.

“How do you know?” I asked hopefully, with tears forming in my eyes.

“Because I won’t let it.”

I laughed at his absurd confidence. I knew he really didn’t have the power to determine our fate but something in his level of confidence made me feel like maybe he was right. Maybe he could keep us safe.

“Besides,” he continued, “We can’t die until we’ve had some of your famous Blue Bunny ice cream.” I could feel him smiling at me in the darkness. I dryly joked back, “Who said you were getting any?” He laughed a hearty laugh and I chuckled nervously along with him. He took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around my shivering body. “You must be chilly from still having these damp clothes on… This should help.”

“Thank you,” I replied, trying to see him in the darkness. I could feel the heat of his body around me, making me feel safe and protected. He had the most wonderful energy and I just wanted to lean into his chest and fall asleep. But instead, I started to hyperventilate. I don’t know… it came out of nowhere. I thought I was starting to calm down but… I guess not. He started to rub my back and encourage me to relax. But, when he noticed it wasn’t working, he did the strangest and sweetest thing. He took a deep breath and started to sing:

“When this old world starts getting me down

And people are just too much for me to face…”

I couldn’t believe it. He was actually singing to me. He wasn’t Luther Vandross or anything, but he had a masculine and sweet voice, and he could keep a pitch. He continued on,

“I climb way up to the top of the stairs

And all my cares just drift right into space…”

He rubbed my arms, leaned into my ear and continued on,

“On the roof, it's peaceful as can be

And there the world below can't bother me

Let me tell you now

When I come home feelin' tired and beat

I go up where the air is fresh and sweet…”

Then he nudged me. I looked at the dark shadow of his face with shock and he said, “Come on… your turn. Don’t leave me hanging.”

I blushed and sang in a mousey, cracking voice,

“Up on the rooooooof….”

He chuckled and continued,

“I get away from the hustling crowd

And all that rat-race noise down in the street…”

“Up on the roooooooof,” I sang.

Then we both sang,

“On the roof, the only place I know

Where you just have to wish to make it so

Let's go up on the roof.

Up on the roooooooooof.”

We both broke out in laughter as we hit the final note. He continued to hold me close to him, even though I had calmed down. And even though I felt a bit nervous about him being so intimate with me, I didn’t stop him. We sat in silence for a moment until I broke it saying, “My dad used to sing to me when I was scared.”

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah… it was nice.”

We were quiet for a moment, then he hesitantly asked, “Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?”

“Sure,” I answered, trying not to get too used to his arms being around me.

“Why are you so afraid of storms?”

I held my head down for a moment and after mulling over whether or not I was going to answer that question, I decided that the least I could do to show my appreciation for this stranger helping me get through this, was to answer a sincere question, honestly.

“I was like… 8 or 9. I went out for a drive with my dad. He didn’t want me to go but I would give him these Shirley Temple eyes and he would always give in. It was late, so I already had my jammies on but… he didn’t mind. He put me in the back seat on the right, this way he could look back casually and talk to me during our trip. We weren’t going that far away. Just to the local grocery store. It wasn’t winter… but it wasn’t spring either. It was like that strange period in between when it’s stormy, cold, and there’s a lot of sleet and hail. We had managed to get to the grocery store jut fine, but by the time we started to head back home, it had gotten really bad. It was almost impossible to see.”

I took a deep breath and continued on, “The thunder was really loud and it had me shaken up. My dad… he was always singing. He started to sing to comfort me from the storm. Then… the singing just stopped. He looked away and the singing just stopped. Then there was a crash.”

I paused for a moment to gather my composure and went on, “I don’t think it was his fault. He just came out of nowhere. I don’t think he could see any more than my dad or I could. He just… he couldn’t stop… I was knocked unconscious. When I woke up, I called out to my dad but he didn’t answer. I got out of my seat belt and went to shake him, but nothing happened. He wouldn’t wake up. Then there were sirens. I don’t know… I’ve just… I’ve never liked storms…”

He held me tighter and leaned into the side of my face. Then he said, “Well I promise you… there won’t be any crashes tonight.”

There was something powerful that radiated out of his body. I felt the most wonderful feeling coursing through me as he held me in his grasp. His face nuzzling against mine felt electric. I turned to look at his dark shadow, hoping that I could see into his eyes, and I could, somehow, even in the darkness. I could see into the depths of his being. His lips were so close to mine, and the tension in me kept rising and I just kept hoping that he would take me right then and there. I looked forward, away from his stare and when I did, he kissed me gently on my cheek to comfort me… I sighed into it. I inched more and more, turning toward him, and each time, he kissed me on my cheek again, getting closer and closer to my trembling lips. I felt his soft lips graze against the corners of my mouth and I thought I would surely lose my breath.

He didn’t kiss my lips at first… he just rested them against mine, as if he wanted to be certain that I was comfortable. I didn’t push or lean in, but I know the change in my breath was affirmation enough for him because before I knew it, he was pulling me close to his chest and kissing me deeply. The power of his kiss was so intense, that I couldn’t even kiss him back; I just took all of him as he massaged my tongue with his. We grew hotter and more passionate in our embrace, until he suddenly stopped. I knew it was because he didn’t want to cross the line. But I wanted him to. I wanted him to take me. To have all of me… right then and there. I reached for him in the darkness, touching his face gently with the tips of my fingers. I eased up onto my knees, leaned into the shadow of his face and gently kissed him on his lips.

I was nervous, but I knew if I didn’t act, this moment would pass me by and I would surely regret it. I kissed him again, softly, and slowly started to part my lips, making him aware of my desire. He grabbed the back of my hair, pulling it firmly. I breathed heavily, my chest moving up and down up against his. He kissed me down my neck, moving toward my bosom. He grabbed my skirt firmly, hiking it up and then straddled me around him. When I was comfortably seated on him, he started to slowly unbutton my water stained satin shirt. He was so delicate as he undressed me in the darkness of the elevator...

If you want to read the rest, click here and check it out in the magazine. 

The digital version is free! 

Update On Writing

Hey everybody. I just want to let you know that I am going to be taking a temporary break from writing under Lola K. because I have another pen name that I want to focus on. The books that I write as Lola K. are books that are very close to my heart and completely honest...  but sometimes you have to do what you have to do to succeed in your industry so that you can do things like write from the heart. In my case, that means putting my energy into another pen name. So once that pen name is established and has an audience, then I will have the free time to write books under Lola K. again. I thank you for your understanding.

Work

I'm so sorry everyone... I just started a new job (*half hearted yea*) and it's got me really tired cause I'm on a schedule I'm not accustomed to. I will do my best to start blogging more...I didn't realize it's been so long.
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When Two Become One By Owen Habel Lwanda and Lola K.

Pacify my trembling

Heart with the

Warmth of you blood.

Lay me to rest in a

Chariot of ecstasy

And take me

High above

The blue sensational

Sky.

Touch my waist

Kiss my lips

Lick my neck

Arouse my cravings

Then

Scream as I sigh

Take me to paradise

My hands shaking, yet eager to touch

Pulling, pushing, squeezing for life

Pain and pleasure dance gracefully together

As wetness drips from our lips

Hearts fully opened

There is no room for fear

Too enraptured in the now

To submerged in the here

Receive my sweetness

With open arms

Then interlock me

From within

Drop the power

Of my strength....

Drop the power

Of my strength

And then take me to ecstasy again…

Twin Poems- Lola K and Owen Habel

LaShawn Tolson (a writer in our upcoming magazine) told me that she was doing a collaboration with the very talented poet: Owen Habel Lwanda. I had been thinking about a topic for a poem myself and decided that I should like to do something similar with Owen. I wanted to write a poem about heart break, using cupid's arrow. What is wonderful about having decided to do this collaboration is that Owen had the courage to say what I wouldn't say, and that was how sometimes when you are in a relationship with someone, you can be really hard on yourself and feel like everything you do is "stupid". I am constantly feeling embarrassed in my present relationship. So without further ado, here are the twin poems that we wrote.

I will start with his, because the feelings he has expressed, are what led to the feelings expressed in mine...

LOVE AND ITS MAGIC
By OWEN HABEL LWANDA

The wounds of
His broken heart
Priented scars on
His soul.
Love to him sounds
Foul, filth...
And is full of
Grumbling growls

He bought
A bunch of roses
And found his hands
Handing them over
To her...
He felt stupid

He thought
His heart had bruises.
But found it
Falling in love
With her...
He felt stupid

He promised
Never to love
Again
But her presence
Deepens the intake
Of his breath...
He feels stupid

But all that is Cupid
That stings in a way
that's candid
She makes him
Feel splendid
But he after words
feel stupid again
Love is laughing at him

And here is mine: 

Love lies bleeding-By Lola K.

Heart dripping.

Love spilling.

Smiles pour abundantly from my face.

Constantly blissful.

Everything feels like sex- painful yet euphoric.

And if I could just get over my own head

I could enjoy you

If I could just get out of my head

Then maybe I wouldn't cut the three cords.

I wonder if I’m addicted to you.

They say Cupid has hit me in the most sensitive spot

Feels like heaven and ambrosia

I don’t realize what’s happening.

I run into you

Linger in you

I trust in you

I sleep in you, soundly, like a baby

Then suddenly

There is a shock that jerks me from my slumber

A sharp pain pierces through my chest as reality hits.

I look down

My heart is bleeding.

Cupid has hit me

And the arrow is real.

And it’s killing me

My love lies bleeding on the ground

From my wrists and my heart.

And I die

Slowly

And quietly.

Owen Habel- A True Romeo

Well I still got it! hahaha Someone wrote a poem for me today inspired by this picture:

Here is the Poem, by Owen Habel:


I swallow heavy gulps
Of saliver 
When i glance at your lips
I wonder what the
Feeling would be like if i 
Looked at your heaps

The way you bite 
that tongue
Makes me want to be
A thug
And steal a kiss to bliss my dry lips with your wetness

Am staring at your smile
And my mind goes
yonder for a while

The pigment on ur skin is
That of an angel
The dreads on your head
Summerizes my thoughts
U define beauty



He is very talented and prolific. You all should check out his blog by clicking on the picture...  

He is from Kenya and he is going to be in the Magazine.

2 Raw 4 TV Magazine, My first article and a Pseudo Graphic Designer

Hey everyone. Just wanted to touch bases with you. I have been doing well. I have been really focused on getting this magazine together. (2 Raw 4 TV Magazine.) It's no joke. It's been fun though. I wrote my first article a few days ago and I have been editing other people's articles. It's actually not that bad when people send them to you one at a time and so far, everyone has been sending them in early. I am really excited about this venture. I wrote an article on, "How to leave when you are still in love". I think it turned out pretty well. There were a couple parts, that when read out loud, I could tell messed up the flow, so I altered those areas. I cannot stress to you all the importance of proof reading your material ALOUD. ALOUD is key. When you read out loud, you get a feel for the flow of the material (grammatically and expressively). Reading something out loud could mean the difference between sounding whiny and sounding eloquent. Read your stuff aloud when you are finished. I command you. hahaha :) Anyway, that's about all for now. I am going to post the article I wrote below and you can tell me what you think. And if any of you are interested in being a part of the magazine, let me know. We take guest writers as well. Keep in mind, as of now, work for the magazine is done on a volunteer basis. I have also decided to attach the sample cover I made last night for promotions. I did a pretty good job for not being a graphic designer.


My article:

 How do you leave when you are still in love?

This was one of the toughest questions I ever had to ask myself; and it was necessary. I had to find a way to leave because I was in an abusive relationship. You know what the hardest part is? When you love someone and you know they love you back but you can’t stay because the relationship is unhealthy.

It is very difficult to leave someone when there are good aspects to the relationship, like: company, good sex, a luxurious lifestyle, friendship. In my case, it was the love and companionship. In my heart, I really wanted to make it work. He was fun, great company, he understood me and he loved me; but you can’t make it work with someone who is in denial about the severity of their behavior; and you can’t make it work with someone who is not willing to improve.

There are people who say that if someone loves you, they wouldn't treat you in certain types of ways. I don’t feel this is necessarily true. There is a difference between feeling love and knowing how to express it well. Knowing how to treat someone in a kind and loving way is a learned behavior. People treat you as best they can based on who they have come to be and what they know. So when it comes down to it, it’s not a question of, does this person love you. The question is: Are they capable of treating you in the way that you want/need to be treated?

This is what makes it so difficult. I think what happens a lot of times is people connect love with behavior. However, think about this: Someone could treat you like a queen (or king), showering you with gifts and complimenting you but that doesn't mean that they love you. That behavior could merely be a result of having parents who taught him/her that that is the way you treat a lady/man. Shoot, rappers do it every day and they “don’t love dem hos!” Ha! In the wise words of Tina Turner, “What’s love got to do with it?”

So how do we do it? How do we leave when we’re still in love? Well the first thing you have to ask yourself is, do you really want to leave? Then you have to answer that question honestly. Then make a choice and stick with it. If your choice is to stay, then make that choice, deal with the consequences and stop complaining to people about how poorly the person treats you. (And yes, you are allowed to change your mind after you make a decision.)

If you decide that you do want to leave, then you have to ask yourself, why haven’t you left yet? Are you staying because you don’t like being alone? Perhaps it’s because you don’t have money to leave. Is it the great sex? Are you staying because of the children or love?

There are many scenarios and I am not going to get into all of them but I will do my best to express to you the mentality you will have to develop in order to leave. Everybody’s situation is different. The fact is, you can’t do shit with your stuff if you are dead. So if you are in an abusive relationship, there’s no question… you have to get out.

However, whether you are in a serious situation or not, it’s really a matter of knowing that something has to be done and doing it. Once you make the decision that you are going to leave, then no matter what is keeping you in the unhealthy relationship, you need to find a way to overcome it.

When you need to lose weight, what do you do? You eat healthier and you work out. If that doesn't work, you might increase your work out and start counting calories. Then, if necessary, you’ll start to do research on how to change up your lifestyle and workout for optimum results. If you’re still having trouble, you might go to the doctor to see what he thinks or you might join Weight Watchers; but here’s the deal, if you really want to lose that weight, can’t hell or high waters stop you. And losing weight can be tough, lengthy, tedious and take months, if not years to accomplish. Then, on top of all of that, you have to keep the weight off.

This is the attitude you have to have when leaving someone that you still love and if you don’t have it, you have to develop it. There is something that was said to me before by a counselor. She said, “You don’t have to have all of the answers now. You don’t have to cope emotionally now. You can leave first and then cope. You can leave first and then get answers”. You can deal with the fact that they hurt you and all of the “whys” after you have separated yourself from the unhealthy relationship.

What we have to do as people (especially women), is accept the situation for what it is and not what it could be. We have to recognize what situation we are in, accept it, make a decision and then work toward that goal and not stop until it is reached. Trying to change someone isn't going to work. People are who they are and they change when they want to change because they want to change. The fact of the matter is, they might very well change… just not while they’re with you and that can hurt to see but at the same time, your leaving them is probably what propelled them to change.

Also, you cannot wait forever on people to change. There is a difference between waiting on someone to change and trying to change them. I never tried to change my Ex. I was waiting on him and working with him to change, per his request. I told him what was not going to work and he assured me that he was working on himself and that I should be patient. This was logical to me because I agreed to be committed to him and commitment is about patience and team work, but once I realized that he was taking advantage of my patience, it was no longer logical.

He used to say to me all of the time, “We have our whole lives to work on it,” and I would always say, “No. We don’t. We have to fix it now because our life is happening now”.

With his type of attitude, nothing ever gets done and by the time you decide to work on it, you are tired, old and set in your ways. Waiting on someone that is not going to change or is changing very slowly is a waste of your time and you deserve to be treated well NOW. You shouldn't have to wait. Besides, what they are saying, in effect is, “Your time is not valuable to me. You can wait a few years longer while I treat you like shit and then, when I feel like being better, I’ll work on it… if I’m not too old and set in my ways.”   

Now for those of you who are reading this and saying, “Well, it’s not that easy,” then I suggest that you go back up to the suggested questions and review the one that asks: Do I really want to leave? In fact, I will do you one better and say that that question should be: Do I need to leave? Because you may not want to, I didn't want to, but I needed to; and so I did. You can too.

XOXO

Lola K.

Fifty Shades of Takei (Fifty Shades of Grey)...

My homegirl Natasha from the blog: Forage-Life in the Food Lane, sent me this funny ass video this morning:

It was inspired by this #Awesomeness:

This was all sent to me because of my blog post: Fifty Shades of Boring, which can be found here: 

50 Shades of Boring (50 Shades of Grey) Original.

Novella and Subtitles

Since my memoir, "Not Quite Black & Blue" only turned out to be about 30k words, it is technically a novella. I have also decided to give it a subtitle; so the new title is: Not Quite Black and Blue-Surviving an Abusive Relationship. The benefit to this is, as soon as they pick up the book they will know what it's about. With the title the way it was, it could be about any number of things: BDSM, School Bullying, Mortification, etc. I am also going to put a stamp on it that says, "Rated MA". I do want young people to read it but I want their parents to be aware that there is vulgar language in it as well as racial slurs. That's about all. I'm bout to go do some editing. Peace.

Smexy Books Romance Reviews Submission

Well, I just submitted my short story,  Bound for Life, to: Smexy Books Romance Reviews, for review. We'll see what happens. :) Hopefully they will take the time to read it and review it. I hope I get a good review but even more so, I hope I get an honest review, for that is the only way I will grow. Alright y'all. Peace.


UPDATE:
They have decided to not review my book.

kate rothwell: hero defined

kate rothwell: hero defined: Okay, I got one: Adam Parascandola is a hero. I already appreciated him when I was avoiding work and found this video. but then I found ...

Apology Everyone...Google+ Snafu with Deleted Photos

Over the next few days, you all might experience some missing photos. This is because I deleted an album in google+ that I did not realize was connected to my blog. Apparently Picassa (which I knew was connected to Google, even though I don't know what it is) is also connected to Blogger (which didn't know). So I am going to have to wait a little bit at a time for each of my pictures to disappear and then add them back. G+ #FAIL! This is why they shouldn't link everything and expose everything! I DO not like that about mergers!

Update:
F#CK THAT! I ain't waiting! I just realize something...I might not have all of these pictures still saved. So I am going to have to go through every blog post that has pictures, resave the pictures and then add them back, today...This is going to be a pain. I'm bout to get real familiar with my Recycling Bin... SMH!


Update 2:
DONE! Finally! That only took #Forever!

Update 3:
Oh! You thought I was DONE...like Done Done...So did I...but guess what?

Update 4:
Ok. I'm actually done this time. That took me 3 hours! smh Never again.

Update 5:
Remember when I said I was done yesterday? Yeah...I wasn't. Ish is gone off of ALL of my blogs...SMH.

Update 6:
Finally. For the love of God! I am DONE.

Vicious Scorpions and Author/Publisher Amanda Lee

This is Amanda Lee...

There are a few reasons why I added her on Google + :

1. She is cute as a button.

2. I LOVED her Logo for her publishing company.

3. She is an author.

4. It seems like she writes some interesting stuff...

Here is the logo for her new (?) publishing company:

Don't you just love that Logo. It's so #Official. 

I don't think I am going to ever be a "Book Reviewer" (*sticking nose up in the air*), but I do like to review books every once in a while, so I am going to get her books on my Kindle tonight and in a few days I'll let you know what I think. 

Here are the two books I am planning on reading:

                                                                                                                                                                              

                                                                                                                                                   

They look Scrumptious! 

XOXO                

UPDATE:
I didn't like the content, therefore I didn't finish them, so I have decided (due to a close friends suggestion) to not review them.

Information Overload-SCRIBD & Upload/Download PDFs

I tell you the truth. Learning new things can be a headache. It feels like my head is about to explode. It's not even difficult...it's just a lot. Information Overload. All morning I have been learning new things. One of the most important new things that I have learned today that I'd like to share with you is making your books available for download on your websites or blogs. It's SO F*CKING EASY! Here is a link to a site that will tell you exactly how to do it.

How to Embed a PDF into Blogger

Basically you are just signing up for a file hosting site and then you upload it. I don't want to tell you everything, because I want his site to get hits. But if for some reason this link ever stops working, just let me know and I will give the details. So now, all of my short stories are available right here on my blog for you to download. :) I would like people to support my books when they can and purchase them on Amazon, that way I can fulfill my goals of becoming a full time writer, but at the same time, when it's available for free, it's more likely that more people will read it and share it. I am going to do the same thing with my Memoir, but I am also going to make it available on Amazon and also have some hard copies made. When I learn how to do that, I will be sure to let you all know. That's all for now. Here is my Scribd page if you are interested:

Lola K.'s Scribd Page

WiFi Acting up

I am so sorry I haven't been blogging over the last few days. I have been wanting too but I haven't had service long enough too. I have some now but honestly, I don't know for how long. I am just making a quick post to let you all know that I am still here and still actively blogging. Talk with you soon XOXO

Not Quite Black & Blue...First Draft

Not Quite Black & Blue. My first novel...First draft...Finished! 

Natty Cap-Dreadlock Shower Caps For Sale!

For all of you who don't know, I am the CEO of Free New World T-Shirts and one of my sub companies is Natty Caps, which are Dreadlock Shower Caps. They are now available for sale and you can purchase them at: https://www.districtlines.com/Free-New-World-T-Shirts
If you would like to learn more about how to use them, visit the blog at:
http://freenewworldtshirts.blogspot.com/  and click on the "Natty Cap" tab.

Here is the direct link to the Natty Caps blog:
http://freenewworldtshirts.blogspot.com/p/about-natty-caps.html

Click on the 

Natty Cap Dreadlock Shower Cap 

below to visit the store! 

Not Quite Black and Blue Memoir Update

Hey all. I have just finished my last, extra long chapter. There are only 4 more short chapters left and then I will do a read through-making all necessary addenda-and then I will be done with the first draft. I am so excited to have accomplished this feat. It's been about 6 months in the making and I have gong through a lot of emotional ups and downs putting it all together. I am only about 2,000 words away from being at 30,000 words, I'm sure that will happen. I figure after 2 or 3 people critique it and I do my addenda (I just learned that word, along with synopses), I will be somewhere between 35k and 40k words; that's just what I need to have it be considered a "novel" (well, technically, it's 45k-50k, but 35k-40k was my goal; that's close enough). If I don't get there, it really won't matter, I am still going to put it out...but it would be nice if it were the size of a book and not a pamphlet hahaha :D Anyway, that's all. I'm gonna hit the hay.  

By George! I Think I've Found It! Master Of The UNIVERSE!

The Original Fan Story...The Original Version of 50 Shades of Grey! Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssss! I can't wait to open this baby up tomorrow! The only thing I didn't like about 50 shades was that I felt like it was milked...it was milked so much that I couldn't stand to finish it and I could tell...but it was Validated when I went to make a bad review and someone said that we should read the original because the mainstream one was really stretched out and watered down...So, Finally...I have made time to find it, and I am about to read this bad boy and Yes...I will be doing a book review. Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm Christian Grey! (A little too insecure for my taste, but sexy and cool nonetheless...I couldn't give a crap about "Edward" though hahaha...Sorry Robert Pattinson Fans...I prefer the Men of True Blood).