D. F. Krieger

Friday, May 27, 2011

Irresisitably Sweet Blog Award


I was unexpectedly tagged today by Kerrianne Coombs. You can find her blog here - http://kerriannecoombes.blogspot.com/ . I'm really surprised and really appreciate it! (Shhh, don't tell anyone but this is my first blog award.)

The rules of the blog state that:
1) You link the person who sent it to you (check)
2) List seven random facts about yourself
3) Pass the award on to 15 other awesome blog buddies
4) Contact them and let them know

So.... Seven random facts about me? Yipes! I'll give it a shot and hope you think they are cool.

1) I have worked as a kennel tech at animal rescue agencies, a librarian and a computer teacher.

2) I have two piercings in my left earlobe, and only one in my right...On purpose!

3) I would commit murder (in the very literal sense!) to own a motorcycle.

4) I'm addicted to 1980's model vehicles! And I used to rebuild them.

5) I talk to my cat like he is one of my children, and thoroughly believe he understands everything I say.

6) I used to be absolutely terrified of ferrets, until one went out of it's way a couple of months ago to make friends at my local SPCA.

7) I'm a video game addict. (Yep, gamer girls totally exist!)

Okay, whew, that actually took half an hour to come up with! Geez, writing fiction takes less time than non-fiction, I swear. Now, to try to dig up 15 people I can pass this blog award on to.

 In no particular order:

Kimmydon
Melissa Ecker
Angelina Rain
Faith Van Horne
R. C. Murphy
Wendy Sparrow
Sarah Grimm
Margeanne Mitchell
N. M. Martinez
Devin Harnois
Karyn Gerrard
Janelle Madigan
Delilah Hunt
Anna Keraleigh
Alexandra O'Hurley

Check out all these wonderful people (somehow I actually managed to find 15!). They are all awesome and talented and deserve your attention! ~ D. F. Krieger

Monday, May 23, 2011

Level Up!

On Thursday night I inadvertently convinced my husband that someone had died. What else is he suppose to think when I pick up my phone, check my e-mail, and then start bawling my eyes out? It took me handing him the phone before he understood my emotional breakdown.

You see, after receiving some bad news at the doctor's office Wednesday (we're officially suffering a miscarriage) I did the only thing I could to cope...I planted myself in my computer chair, applied myself to making one last round of edits to "Sail My Oceans", creating a one-page synopsis, and formatting a query letter. I sent it Thursday evening. That same night I received an e-mail from the publishing company. I figured it was the standard, "We received your submission. Please give us blah blah amount of time to look it over." When I opened it, I saw it was addressed specifically to me.


Oh, that's a nice extra touch. They actually put your name in the standard acknowledgment e-mail. But then I read further...

"We would be happy to publish-"  <--I read those six words a few times before I realized what I was looking at. That's when I started to cry. I think I continued crying off and on for about two hours. When I e-mailed them back telling them I was happy to accept a contract with them, I was good and stuffed up from crying.

I have no idea if the title will stay the same. I have been informed that my projected release date is in July. I just know that such good news couldn't have come at a better time. I'm a firm believer in karma, and that everything bad has to be counteracted by something good. I'm not happy we've lost our pregnancy, nor do I think this is a good counter balance to that fact; but I'm certainly thankful that something happened to help me deal with such bad news.

The other writers from the publisher have already welcomed me with warm smiles and open arms. They've been super nice, super funny, and super supportive to the new kid on the block. They're also all super talented. If you want something to read, I highly recommend checking out the ladies at Evernight Publishing! My new sisters armed with pens. ~ D. F. Krieger

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

January 4th or Shelter

I actually have a different announcement to post (much along the same lines as last week), but I'm sure that if I put off this post any longer, a certain someone who honestly knows where I live might do horrible things to me. Like...well, you know. Not go to Chili's with me anymore! Yes, she would be THAT cruel.

I mention Macbeth a lot in my posts, but people have asked what the story is behind him. So I promised a few weeks ago that I'd do a blog post about him.

I wasn't looking for a cat. I was on Craig's List for the first time in my life trying to help out a friend. She wanted to find a puppy for her husband around Christmas time, and I was checking Craig's to see if there happened to be any of that breed posted. I came to a screeching halt when I saw the post listed, "Russian Blue: January 4th or Shelter".

Come on! Anyone who knows me can tell you I'm a sucker for Russian Blue cats.

The post described him as being 5 months old, neutered, up to date on all his shots, and needing a new home. There was a 'rehoming fee'. I paused at that one. I'd seen what Craig's List considered a reasonable rehoming fee. Some animals on there had been hundreds, for a mixed breed older dog. I closed the link and moved on.

But his picture stuck with me.

I spoke with my husband about the cat. He was no help. He simply shrugged and told me he'd support whatever I wanted to do. Days later, I finally sent an e-mail asking if the cat still needed a home, asking what the adoption fee was, and giving them my contact information. Within an hour, a lady called me asking me about my background. I told her about my extensive past with animal rescue, gave her several references from the local SPCA I currently foster for, and my old boss from my previous job before I moved here, etc.

"Well, you see, the cat is feral. It's really tragic. No one can touch him. He's been in three different foster homes since we live trapped him from a feral cat colony when he was 12 weeks old. Are you still interested?"

I felt something twist in my heart. Feral cats are my speciality. I've dealt with feral cats since I was a teenager. And somehow, deep down, I knew this was my cat. I told her I was very interested. She told me that cat was free then and we settled on a date when I could pick him up from his foster family.

The lady who had called me had trouble getting ahold of his foster family, so the date was scooted around quite a few times. But finally, the call came and I was given an address. When I went, I was led into a side room and a recliner was tilted back. Under was the most terrified cat I'd ever seen in my life. He was gorgeous. I spoke to him soothingly, scooped him in my arms, carried him to the carrier, and tried to get him in. He was fine with me, until that carrier bit. Then he rocketted out of my arms and into the corner beside the recliner. After many warning cries and hissing (yet he never struck out at me) I  simply crowded him with the carrier until he rushed in.

I was informed I was the first person ever he'd allowed to pick him up and carry him.

I had a cage set up for him in my bedroom, right by my computer. Slowly but surely he came to accept me touching him. Within a month he was purring. Within two he was free ranging the bedroom. Within three he was laying by the couch while I watched tv with my husband in the evenings. Within four, he was griping at me if I stayed in the living room later than our 'bed time'. (He also cries at me if we have company. Apparently he's afraid visitors will hurt me and I'm not allowed to socialize). It'll be five months that he's lived with us on the 7th of May, and he decided last night to sleep on the bed with us.

This basket is right beside my computer chair. As you can see, he is a very happy boy!


Now for my extra news. Speaking of cats, Whispering Angel Books has selected my story "Silver Saint" for their anthology, Nurturing Paws. This non-fiction anthology is about the positive impact an animal has had on some one's life. I was so excited to get that e-mail! They are expecting to publish this summer. ~ D. F. Krieger