Where the Magic Happens.

For my book birthday, I give myself some advice.

I was going to write a great post about how shooting (arrows) is like launching a book, only it isn't, really, but other things in my life are. I should call this Kara and the Very Blustery Day.

That new book smell…

It's a book. A real, honest to dog, I'm-not-dreaming-this, this-is-finally-happening book.

5 Reasons I’m a Real Writer (that are not “I have a book coming out next year”)

How do I know I'm a writer? I write, swear, cry, rewrite, hyperventilate, edit, and write some more...