Help, please!

jolene 4 smallMy book club is reading Jolene, You’re Not a Monster, my latest book, in April. I’ve got to come up with some discussion questions. Here’s what I got so far. Can anyone think of anything else? I promise there are no spoilers for those of you that haven’t finished reading Jolene, yet.

  1. Did the book grabbed you right away for did it take a while to get into it.
  2. Was Jolene ever too much? Did she ever become the monster?
  3. How do you think Jolene changed throughout the book?
  4. What about Reese? What are your thoughts on him? Where would you like to see him go from here?
  5. What made the villain the bad guy? What made him understandable?
  6. What about Jeremy? What were your thoughts on him?
  7. Did you find the plot predictable or what surprised you?
  8. Why do you think Kacy Jey chose this format, with Jolene’s thoughts in italics? Did it work for you?
  9. Did you like the writer’s style? Would you read more by Kacy Jey?
  10. What main ideas or themes does the Kacy Jey explore? What symbols did the she use to support the main theme.
  11. Was there a certain passage or scene that will stay with you or changed the way you see something in life?
  12. Is the ending satisfying? Would you want to read a sequel? What would you like to see in the sequel?
  13. If you could ask the author a question, what would you ask?


Is that enough? What else would be good to ask? Any help is greatly appreciated.



Why Write?

80a75624d4450211905882e66c05ccc7Why be a writer? There are a lot of easier professions than writing out there. Hell, when I was a bartender/food server I got instant gratification for my work. Every day I received good feedback, but with writing a story and putting it out in the world it is a waiting game. People have to find the book, before they can read it. Once they’ve read it, I may never hear what they thought.

So, why do it?

When a story forms in my head, it doesn’t go away. I’ll have a scene play over and over in my mind until I write it down. It’s almost as if I have the muse in the picture. She’s holding a story to my head and if I don’t get it out it’s going to keep beating me up.

Once it’s all done and I’ve rewritten, edited, polished and read the final story, that’s when I’m glad I did it. As with Jolene, You’re Not a Monster, my latest novel, the characters and their stories exist now in the world not just my head. Jolene is such a complex, tortured creation with a beautiful soul that I feel good that I helped her to exist, to grow and I can’t wait to find out what happens to her next.

I’ve nurtured a being whose life will continue not just in my mind but in others, a tip or compliment on my service never did that.

So sure, helping customers enjoy their evening out and brightening their day was satisfying and I’d do it again, but I didn’t really add anything to their lives. When people read Jolene, her courage, her heart and her will to fight on no matter is added to their their lives and I hope she’ll enrich their world as so many characters have done for me.

Yeah, that’s why I do it. I want to leave the world a better place than I found it and getting the characters in my head out into this world has a chance of doing that.



Weekend and Avoiding Death

funny-cartoon-old-man-death-deafAh, it’s finally here. I don’t work on the weekend, because my husband would kill me. Still, I believe in days off, but if I shut down my brain too much Monday turns out to be a difficult day of getting back into the grove.

So, I have some tricks-

Any time we drive anywhere, I plot the details of what’s next for my novel.

My current story or sometimes stories are always percolating in the back of my mind and if a juicy bit popped into the forefront of my mind I carry a little notebook that I write it in.

I talk about the story with my husband, with the bartender, with anyone who will listen – but I don’t tell anyone but my husband that’s what I’m doing. The bartender gets questions. “What would you do if you found out there’s a secret society who’s been breeding psychics since the sixteenth century?” What would you do? Would you want to marry one of the breed psychics? What do you find unbelievable about that? Would you want to know more about this secret society?

Well, now for a drink and the weekend! Happy Weekend everyone!

P.S. If you’re planning a quiet weekend reading, please allow me to shamelessly plug JOLENE, YOU’RE NOT A MONSTER – it’s getting some great reviews and could use a few more.





Beating Sadness With a Stick


Yeah, I’m pissed and sad. Today we lost Alan Rickman.

Reise ins Labyrinth, Die
Reise ins Labyrinth, Die USA 1986 Regie: Jim Henson Darsteller: David Bowie, Jennifer Connelly Rollen: Koboldkoenig Jareth, Sarah

Sunday we lost David Bowie, (aka David Jones). This movie meant so much to me. It helped me get over the Jehovah Witness brain washing. They only controlled me as long as I let them. I loved the movie so much, I had the above dress made for my wedding!


And this doesn’t even cover how much David Bowie’s music has meant to me. I write to it! Before we lost David Bowie, last Friday the world lost someone not so famous, but loved by the many people who knew him.


David Jones, aka Negativeland, Neggy, D J Rance – touched so many lives.

All three of these wonderful human beings died of cancer.



Yeah, I’m not so sad anymore. I’m pissed!

Misspellings and Wrong words



I made a post this morning about marketing and in the very first sentence I wrote, “I’m new to this marking thing.” What I meant to type was marketing, and this isn’t the first time I’ve made such embarrassing mistakes.

I used to decorate t-shirts for my sons as they were growing up. Some came out really cool, cool enough that they still wear them as adults. One was a joke, with the front reading, “Are you waiting for something funny.” The back was supposed to read, “Keep waiting.” What it ended up saying was, “Keep waitinging.” I didn’t catch the mistake. My middle son, who received the gift did and loved that it embarrassed me. We’d go out to dinner, he’d wear it. We’d go to relatives or friends’ houses, he’d wear it.

I read over everything I type a few times before hitting the publish button and yet, I still miss some errors, like, “I’m new to this marking thing.”

Maybe the universe is trying to teach me to stop being embarrassed by these little mistakes and find only the humor in them. Then maybe I could write comedy. That would rock, but until then, I’m still waitinging for my blush to go away.