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About Kate Sparkes

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Kate Sparkes was born in Hamilton, Ontario, but now resides in Newfoundland, where she tries not to talk too much about the dragons she sees in the fog. She lives with five cats, two dogs, and just the right amount of humans. USA Today bestselling author of the Bound Trilogy (mature YA Fantasy), Into Elurien, and Vines and Vices. Writing dark, decadent, and deadly Urban Fantasy as Tanith Frost. www.katesparkes.com www.tanithfrost.com

Happy Birthday to Me

Hey, look! I’m not dead! Good for me!

It’s 9:30 am here, and so far, so good. Got up, had a crappuccino (made to my own personal specifications, of course). My mom is visiting, which would make it an amazing day even if it wasn’t my birthday- I miss my family a lot, and it’s been over a year since our last visit. TOO LONG. I got birthday hugs from the boys (after their Grandy reminded them that it was my birthday), lots of happy birthdaying on Facebook from my night-owl and living-to-the-east-of-me friends, and I’ve had a little black cat climbing all over me. That last one has nothing to do with it being my birthday, but it’s always nice to be appreciated.

So what now? Well, there’s this, what I’m doing right now. This is always fun. Then… Well, my husband is on call today, so we’re not going out, but that’s fine by me. Maybe I’ll get a nap. Joy! Bliss! And I know for a fact that there are presents. PRESENTS!

I’m not too old to be excited about presents. Or about it being my birthday, actually. 32 is not old. In fact, it’s fantastic. This is going to be a great year for me (and I can safely say that now, what with me being not dead and all).  I’m still working out the details, but I’m going to make good things happen this year, one way or another. I’m leaning toward getting fitted for a superhero costume and taking things in that direction, professionally, but if that doesn’t work out I’ll find something. Maybe that writing thing, I don’t know. Someone told me earlier today that I rock, so I guess I’ll try to keep that up. I’ve also been told to have a smashing b’day, so I’ll have to find something to smash today. That should be fun. Might make a habit of that.

What was I saying? Oh, right. This is going to by my year!

(If you hear a loud crashing noise, that’s probably an ACME safe falling on my head. Because I just did it again, didn’t I? Yes, I did)


Whoa…

No big post today- you’ll get something wonderful and awe-inspiring (or half-assed and kind of crumbly, depending on how this headache goes) for my birthday tomorrow.

But I was thinking: I do blog posts in advance and schedule them. It allows me to spread out the writing-related posts and move things around, and leaves time for editing while giving me a deadline. Yes, I usually edit. Who knew, right?

How weird would it be if I died, and just kept posting from beyond the grave? Not really, of course, but it would look like that, wouldn’t it? And it would be extra creepy if it happened today, and then tomorrow’s semi-edited post came up talking about all of the things I’m going to do this year, when I’m all alive and breathing and stuff.

I’ve done it now, haven’t I? I am so dead.

Goodbye, cruel world, I’m going to spend the rest of the day huddled in my bed, waiting for death by irony*.

In conclusion, I’m just going to leave you with a drawing of a toaster and tell you to pay no attention to anything I say when there’s an invisible grizzly gnawing on my skull.

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* I am fully aware that no matter how this word is used, someone will say that it’s wrong, but I think dying right before a blog post about the awesome aliveness of one’s future qualifies, even if dying AFTER a post about death does not. So there. I probably won’t be around to read those comments, anyway.


Attack of the Knock-Offs

I’m sure you’ll all be thrilled to know that I went back to Rossy last weekend (see also: this post). I didn’t have much time for photos (it was an emergency sock-finding mission), but I couldn’t leave without searching for a few more Engrish-tastic treats for you guys. Please, save your applause for the comments section.

First up: Wild Focus! I really don’t know how I left the store without this. Everlasting friendship(!) is good, but fashion smell? That’s something that’s REALLY hard to find.

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Yeah, I know. That dress, right? Apparently this particular fashion smell is eau de wardrobe malfunction. Dolls Gone Wild (Focus)!
I actually found the dolls themselves more entertaining than the packaging this time. These two were particular favourites:

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Say what you will about Rossy, but I’m willing to bet you can’t get a Drunken Floozie play set at Walmart. I’m not sure what’s most disturbing here: the trashy streaks in the hair, the stench of desperation coming off of the one with her boobs falling out, or the fact that the one on the left kind of looks like Paris Hilton (but less plastic). Also, it looks like Paris there is holding her BFF’s hair as she frantically searches for a gutter to puke in, but that’s more hilarious than disturbing.

OK, last up today we have the amusingly-named White-Collar OH DEAR LORD WHAT IS WRONG WITH HER CROTCH?!!

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I’m going to be having nightmares about that for the next month. First grade product my ass.

-_-


Words for Wednesday (it… it is Wednesday, right?)

“Fall seven times, stand up eight”
-Japanese Proverb

Tip of the day: if you like Women’s Health magazine on Facebook, you’ll get a motivational quotation every day. Also articles about squats and whether condoms are really such a terrible thing, but you know. Whatever.


Workspace

Shannon Thompson posted a while back showing her impeccably neat workspace (which she admits she’d just finished cleaning- I like that honesty), and asking to see other people’s. Mine was a big ol’ mess at the time, but now it’s… well, it’s as good as it ever gets.

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Fancy, eh? I love the roll-top desk; my husband’s grandfather made it, and it’s brilliant for hiding the mess that’s usually all over the flat bit. The shelves, in theory, keep my stuff organized. The drawers stick a bit, but I blame that on the amount of crap I keep in them.

It’s not perfect, but it works.

But it’s not the desk itself that’s important, is it? It’s the other stuff. I know a lot of people like a clear space, free of distractions. I am not those people (or even just one of them, for that matter). My desk is covered in things I need and things that make me happy- things that inspire me, gifts from friends, pictures of people I love. It works for me. Wanna see?

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That’s my zombie woodchuck there. He has nothing to do with anything in my work (not until book three, at least*)- he’s just hanging out because he makes me smile (mostly because whoever designed him didn’t mean for him to be a zombie, but he so obviously is). That lunch box there holds stickers, valentines, and other fun stuff I can send to people in the mail. The little guy on top was an early birthday present- adorable AND makes me think of friends. That amazing pen-holder is a mug that my mom painted for me. Let’s ignore the bills on the shelf and move on…

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The kingdom of Mid-Desk! Wondering about the ponies? They remind me of a couple of my characters. Don’t ask why, they just do. No, my stories are not about horses. Above them you’ll see a pile of tiny notebooks. They’re for notes. Also headphones, because we all need to block the world out sometimes. I can write with music; for reading I use the White Noise Ambience app. Hand creams, absolutely essential in the winter… oh, hey, and dental floss! I was wondering where that went.

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To the left, to the left… Less relevant stuff, mostly- thisspace isn’t just for writing. A doll head in progress and pony bodies, insert evil laugh here. That huge book is a Literature textbook I borrowed from my mother-in-law; the glass doorknob is from our last apartment. I love it- I might start collecting glass doorknobs some day. Ever held one? They feel great. Um… Oh, notecards, going back to sending stuff to friends. Also some outgoing mail, and a rock that a friend who I miss very much decorated for me.

Wondering where the books are? They have their own shelf right next to the desk.

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Books about writing, my four larger notebooks (we’ll look at those another day, why not?),  novels I’ve read recently or will be reading soon- hey, there’s another whole post right there! Don’t mind the bottom shelf- that’s kids’ books and two Narnia DVDs… Which are totally for the kids. *ahem*

So there you go. No, I’m not opening the drawers for you; the contents have nothing to do with writing, and I’m afraid that if I open them they’ll never close. Also not going to show you my other workspaces- the kitchen table, my bed, and the couch- because they’re the next places I need to clean. Ugh.

*THERE WILL BE NO ZOMBIE WOODCHUCKS IN BOOK THREE.


Jack Attack- Valentine’s Edition

Here’s Jack celebrating Valentine’s day.

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“Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Dogs don’t get valentines
Whoop-dee-doo.”

(They do get hour-long walks even when the roads are gross and slushy, though. Don’t feel too badly for him!)


Happy *mumble mumble* Birthday, Mom!

Yes, hard to believe it’s the *mrmblbrmbl* anniversary of my mom’s birth! The woman who taught me to love books (not that it was a hard sell, mind you), who taught me that it’s always a good time for pursuing a dream, who has lived with Depression and still always managed to be the kind of mom I can only try to be. Definitely a day to celebrate!

By some strange cosmic coincidence, it’s also her twin sister’s birthday. What are the odds, right?! So happy birthday to my aunt Kathy, too, AND her lovely daughter Faith, who can’t possibly be eleven, because that would just make me feel old. No one who was a baby at my wedding can be almost a teenager. UNACCEPTABLE.

Love you all!

(Also, I believe it’s Spooky Steve’s birthday. Most of you don’t know him, but he’s one of the amazing people that made my work life bearable when I was pregnant and everything sucked. So happy birthday to Steve!)


Valentine’s Day Bonus Post

It’s still wrong, but we’re really glad he at least tried to correct it:

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Writing and Parenting

I’ve been perusing entries on Write With Warnimont and came across a recent one that made me think- a post about limiting distractions while writing. Distraction is a huge problem for me, and he’s got some helpful tips. The last point he mentions is writing with kids around; I had a nice, long (practically novel-length) response typed up about writing with kids in the house, and I lost it.

I do that a lot, genius that I am.

So you can thank Mr Warnimont for inspiring this one…

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Let me tell you what’s happening in my house, right at this moment. The TV is on, but there’s no one watching it. Why? Because I just sent the boys downstairs. Their dad is trying to sleep, I have a pounding headache, and they’re boys- they’re loud. I can still hear them, though. What I hear right now is the older one sing-shouting “RA-RA-RAS-POO-TEEN, AH BLAR BLAH BLAH RUSSIAN QUEEN” (or something, I don’t know the words), mixed with a lot of “OW, QUIT IT!” and screaming.

So typical snow day with a 7-year old and a 4-year old.

I love my children, I do. But I love writing, too, and the kids aren’t just distractions from it. They’re concrete roadblocks. Hang on a sec, somebody’s crying.

See what I mean?

And yet I write, don’t I? True, it took me two years to write, revise, and polish one novel (which had already been festering in my brain long before that), but I’m getting better with it. Also, I’m posting here fairly regularly, even if the dog practically does half of the work. So while I’m not a professional writer by any stretch of the imagination, I think I’m in a position to share a bit of advice on how I’m doing it.

1) My best piece of advice: Don’t have kids. Too late for that? Let’s move on…

2) Make writing a priority. I know, I know, easier said than done. It’s hard not to feel guilty about taking time for yourself when there are so many people wanting your time and attention. You might feel like you’re neglecting your family, but you need to take time to recharge yourself if you want to be at your best for them. Writing is my refuge. It’s how I get away from stress and problems, and it’s cheaper than a day at the spa (or taking up drinking as a hobby, for that matter). If you need a kick in the pants to do this, read on…

3) NaNoWriMo. I know, there are a lot of people who think it’s a bad idea, but I’m not talking about the quality of your first draft, here. I’m talking about giving yourself permission to make writing a priority. NaNoWriMo is official. It’s a big, but achievable goal, and it’s just for one month. The first time I did it (in 2010), I told my husband what I was doing, and he basically patted me on the head and said, “Whatever floats your boat, honey.” Kind of his general attitude toward my writing, actually… point is, I could ask him to watch the kids a bit more without feeling guilty, and more importantly I had a good excuse for writing instead of watching TV with him after the kids were in bed. After all, I had a word count to achieve! A deadline! And “it’s only for two more weeks” sounded a lot more reasonable to him than “I just have to get my imaginary people out of this dragon cave and into each other’s arms and rip them apart and nearly kill her and…” Get it? Without NaNoWriMo, I might never have given myself permission to just write, and to ask my family for that precious alone time. And it becomes a habit, which is also important.

4) Focus on the other stuff- I’m still bad for this, but I’m working on it. On days when I try to squeeze writing in during the day, I’m jumping back and forth between that, keeping the house clean, making meals, and playing with the kids (and letting the dog out, and letting the dog in, and letting the cat in who got out when the dog came in…). Then the kids go to bed, it’s writing time, and I still have dishes to do, laundry to move over, and tidying to do, because I was too unfocused during the day. If I can focus on the other stuff during the day/early evening and get it done without trying to fit my writing in wherever I can, if I can get it DONE, then my evening is just for me, a cup of tea, and my book… assuming my husband’s working nights, of course. Speaking of which…

5) Don’t neglect your relationships. This goes back to distractions again, and can be really difficult when things are going well in your writing. When you’re with your family, BE with your family. Don’t think about how you could be writing at that moment. Play with the kids, or read to them (I prefer reading, but sometimes it has to be trucks). Watch FRIENDS with your spouse and play Phase 10, or whatever it is you crazy kids do when you hang out. Get everyone out of the house together for a while, go for a hike, go to the playground. It’s time away from your work, but your family will be much more gracious about “sharing” you with your writing when they’ve already had their quality time with you. You’re important to them!

6) Get out of the house. When I’m at home, there’s always something else I should be doing, something to distract me. We live in a tiny community- no coffee shop to pop out to, not even a decent library branch to spend an hour or two at, but those would be good options if you have them nearby (you lucky thing, you). My current favourite trick is offering to take the car in every time it needs repairs. I can sit at the Hyundai dealership for a few hours and type, or if they have a car for me to borrow, it’s off to the library. The 45 minute drives there and back are great times to think, too, since there’s no one else in the car to distract me (um… just make sure you’re still watching the road, OK?)

7) Get help. Easier said than done for some of us; our closest family (geographically speaking) is my husband’s parents, and they’re an hour+ drive away. If you have family members close by, though, or teenagers who are willing to babysit for a reasonable fee, I say take advantage of it whenever you can. I am fortunate to have a husband who will keep the boys out of my hair for a while when they’re really driving me nuts, even though he doesn’t share my interests or really understand why I need to do this. He’s a keeper, that one.

8) Even heard of benign neglect? It’s not actually neglecting the kids; rather, it’s letting them do their own thing, to find their own fun, to work things out on their own without a parent hovering over them every minute of the day. Obviously babies need the attention, and can’t be left to fend for themselves, but it’s good for older kids. Be available if they really need you, but let them know that when you’re writing, they need to respect your space. Teach them to get their own snacks, and to help each other out with things. Teach them to resolve their arguments without hitting (and be prepared to step in when they do, anyway). Send them outside to play, weather permitting. This is all good for them! They need to learn to be creative in dealing with boredom and solving problems. It’s not ideal; I sit at the kitchen table or at my desk in the living room to write, and even when the boys aren’t hanging off of me and talking to me, they’re still around, still loud, and I still need to be aware of what’s happening. It’s better, though, and it brings me to my last point:

8) Writing through the distractions. This is what I’m doing right now, and do for most blog posts (since that sacred quiet time when I have the house to myself is strictly for fiction). You need to train yourself to do it, but it is possible. Yes, it’s annoying when you do have to get pulled out of your zone (which is why this doesn’t work as well for me when my mind has to be in another world), but at least you can get something done. I might be a bit snippier with the kids when I’m doing this than I normally would be, but we’re figuring it out.

So there you go. My little list of ways to get this thing done. Will these tips make it easy? Nope, sorry. If you’re like me, you will feel guilty every time you take time away from your kids. But it’s so worth it.

(Speaking of kids… I need to wish my Ike a super-duper 5th birthday today! Best Valentine’s Day gift ever.)


LUV 4 EVAR

Remember conversation hearts? They’re those candies that taste like chalk (except for the yellow ones; they taste like banana-flavored chalk), and they say things like “BE MINE” and “HUG ME.”

Good times. Well, not really. Not if you’re a self-conscious kid who lives in fear of giving a KISS ME to the wrong classmate (and let’s face it: in 4th grade, they’re all the wrong one).

I got some the other day in a (super duper!) birthday package. They’ve changed. They still taste like chalk, of course- some traditions you just don’t mess with. But the messages are different. They’re MODERN!

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UR IT. BE TRU 2 U.

Have I ever told you all how much I hate text speak, or whatever they call this? It’s not cute, it makes you sound like an asshole. Just saying.

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BITE ME

If you care, write me a nice letter. Send a card. Call me. Don’t text me. (Also, don’t send me a picture of your junk. This is not romantic. Time and a place, people!)

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Hippies, or swingers? Who can tell? The mystery is half of the fun! (These ones aren’t new, I just liked how they showed up together in the package)

I’m not going to say changing these things is bad; I’m not quite ready to sit on my front porch and yell at kids to git offa my lawn*. Also, they’re candies. Who cares, right? We’re not talking about the downfall of civilization, here. But if you ever catch me using a phrase like 2 HOT 4 U in anything other than a mocking tone, please slap me. Hard.**

That’s it. No big message here. That’s X minutes of your life you’re never getting back.

Happy Almost-Valentine’s Day! *evil laugh*

*ask again after my birthday.

**I would not be at all surprised if you could get candy hearts with this on them.

UPDATE: You can get adult conversation hearts, but looking for them will do terrible things to your internet search history.


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