Con Artists, Scandal, and Bribes, Oh My! San Francisco Book Review

Hey, guys! It’s been a while. I’ve been working on the fifth and final book in The Outsider Chronicles, and I’ve had quite an adventure this past week. Adventures of the scammy sort.

I was a freelance review for San Francisco Book Review and had an awful experience with the company’s owner Heidi Komlofske-Rojek, who refused to pay me, citing financial difficulties, yet somehow had the funds to go on vacation.

You can read the full story HERE

But wait, there’s more.

After finally getting compensated for my time and hard work, Heidi Komlofske-Rojek attempted to bully me into modifying my statements and wanted me to lie about my transactions with the company.

It’s funny that a book review site would handle a negative review so badly. Things that make you go hmmm.

You can find my update HERE

If you, and anyone you know has had any interactions with this company or Heidi Komlofske-Rojek in the past, I heartily encourage you to step forward. As long as we remain silent, freelancers and authors will continue to be robbed.

#WriteBitch

#SFBRScam

Story Time with Kayti

A couple of days ago I was in the chocolate aisle in Kroger stocking up (there was a close out sale on at least a third of them, can you say chocolate binge?)

Out of the corner of my eye I see this guy turning down the aisle, and usually beards don’t really do it for me ( they’re nice, but not my thing), but this beard was doing all kind of things.

He was doing the power walk, like when you have on some killer heels and a nice dress and you know you slay. His was the male version.

Anyway, he walks past and we make eye contact.

Now, down here in good ole Georgia we had just gone through a mild cold snap and everyone was dusting off their rarely used coats and oooing, and ahing over the three or four snow flurries that made it to the ground.

Me? I was in my cat hat, my hoodie, and a twelve foot long purple scarf wrapped up to my eyeballs.

Why is it that all the hot people are met when you’re looking shlumpy?

But I digress.

We make eye contact, the kind that could have been something, something dirty, something involving a whole different level of chocolate. The human kind.

But then he SLIPS.

Not like, “Oops, I’m so klutzy and adorable. Kawaii-desu ne sugoi!”

Nope. It’s practically a split.

Not like this

Like this

 

He’s good though, he recovers quick, (not as epically as the Nicholas brothers of course) picks up his face and resumes walking past, though that power walk has lost so much of its fire it’s barely simmering.

I feel for you Hot Dude, I really do. I didn’t laugh but that won’t stop me from telling everybody else. Heh heh

And thus concludes Story Time with Kayti, tune in next week, same Write Bitch time, same Write Bitch hour.

The End

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I did it! I wrote the final sentence of Monster, book 4 of the Outsider Chronicles! Yay!

(Only six more chapters to go!)

I never realized this until writing book 4 but the closer I get to the final part of the story the slower I write. Which is weird because since I hop all over the place, the book isn’t finished after writing “The End” usually I have to go back and fill in that middle part I’ve been avoiding.

Despite knowing that, without fail, as the sentences wind down and “The End” is imminent,  what should only take two hours gets spread out over three days. Maybe I’m savoring the moment. Maybe I don’t want to say goodbye to my precious babies (though after the hell I’ve put them through the definitely want to say goodbye to me!) Maybe I’m staving off that “What shall I do now?” feeling you get after completing your book.

I have no idea why it’s like that. I can only say one thing.

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5 Random Things I Find Sexy

Okay looking over the title, they’re not exactly random, but whatever. I’m in a sharing mood and YOU WILL KNOW. 🙂

As much as I like that cool, intelligent looking dude reading a book (and if he’s reading one of my favorite books, I’m totally plotting our future together #NoImNotCreepy ), some things are just… hot. Here’s a list of some of them. 😀

 

Long fingers

I’ve always liked nice hands. Perhaps it’s the writer and once-a-year artist in me, but long hands look so elegant, and light callouses and long fingers just make them look really… dexterous.

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Suits

I don’t know, there is just something about a nice, well tailored suit that fits snugly against the leg. But not so snugly that you can slip a hand in, just because.

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Glasses

Yes, I couldn’t make this list without mention my favorite, sexiest, accessory. I’ve always thought glasses made people hot. You know those scenes in movies or TV where the guy takes off the girl’s glasses and suddenly she’s STUNNING?

Nope.

Nuh-uh.

Not feeling it.

Put those glasses back on and continue to be your hot, can-now-see-in-front-of-you self.

AND IF THE BAD GUY IS WEARING GLASSES?!?

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You may be cute Mr. Hero, but take me to the dark side! :9 

 

 

Lacrosse

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Erg!

*fans self* Let me take a moment…

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Look at this random sexy picture of Godfrey Gao!

Okay, back!

Of all the sports, lacrosse player have the sexiest bodies, ever. It’s trim, it’s fit (them legs!), it’s part of the reason why I was excited to see the movie Crooked Arrows. A majority of the cast was of Native American descent, and the story was pretty decent, but a good third of me went there expecting to full on perv. :3

Long Legs

Perhaps not long legs so much as a good leg line, just something I can watch in a non-stalkery manner as you walk by…

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Now that I’ve fully weirded you out (oh? You’re still here? Cool.) what are some things you find  sexy? More importantly, do you have a glasses-fetish like me? Can we perv together? :3

 

Kayti

#WriteBitch

Because Everyone Needs Bitch Socks

It’s a fact that I’ve argued with many and will defend until…

well until whenever

I love Rihanna

I make no bones about my affection

nor do I apologize for it

I think she is such a badass

and I’ll take her over Beyonce

and Bey’s goody-two shoes act any day

And when I spied RiRi wearing these

bitch socks

the other day

well

my cold-cold heart got a little tingly

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Admit it

you love these

you want these

you need these

because really now

who doesn’t need some

BITCH SOCKS

Happy Steak and BJ Day

Did you know Saturday, March 14th, has been crowned Steak and BJ Day, a celebration of two things guys love – steak and blow jobs.

And falling exactly one month after Valentine’s, Steak and BJ Day’s existence suggests to me that it’s assumed that holiday – the pink and red and chocolaty one – is really for women and we love it

but men?

Eh, not so much.

HA!

For real – because let me tell you, I fucking hate Valentine’s Day.

Hate it.

Have always hated it.

It sucks

and I kinda think it’s for losers or those lame, sappy couples I would never, ever want to be.

Okay

now I’m passing judgment, which I swore I wouldn’t do, but sometimes it slips. Shit happens.

Anyway, back to Steak and BJ Day

I gotta say, I’m down

and it sounds all kinds of awesome.

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It’s not sappy and saccharine

or fake

or just goddamned annoying.

It’s straightforward and in your face – pun intended – and I like that.

And for the record, some of us girls really love our steak and blow jobs.

Just saying.

Add a cake and cunnilingus day to the calendar and 2015 is going to be a fucking stellar year.

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