Sunday, December 29, 2013

Up my Alley – International CES 2014

Photo Credit: Chelle/Morgue Files

Do you suppose I’m the only fiction writer manning a booth at an electronics show? This is the place where people from all over the world come to network about the most cutting edge consumer electronic technology. Last year there were dancing robots, brainwave reading headbands, and nano technology that could waterproof your gadgets.

A fiction writer’s draw to the event is fairly obvious. How many times have dancing robots hatched a secret plot to take over the world? The brainwave reading headbands are an Orwellian delight. Waterproof electronics, well that’s just cool. Who doesn’t want to take their Kindle in the hot tub?

Can hardly wait to see what fodder other imaginations are providing mine this year.

Why, you may be wondering, does anyone want to take a fiction writer to that annual mega tradeshow that swallows the entire Las Vegas convention center, its parking lot, and many of its larger hotels? What can I offer the high-tech world of logic?

  1.  I’m cheap. 
  2. The marketing world is already run by fiction writers. (Am I wrong?)
  3. Oddly enough this is a world I’ve spent quite a bit of time in.
  4. I speak geek.
  5. So see me for all your engiNERDing needs. I’ll hook you up with Dilbert.

Sadly I will not be signing my Action Adventure Fantasy books at the show. Yeah, the boss nixed that. Spock Techies can be such a joy killer. Muttered something about actually working for a living, I didn’t catch the whole thing, my Vulcan is pretty rusty. 

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Rapient Sugar

Photo Credit: Kurt100/Morgue Files

What does that mean? Seize the sugar. I googled it, so it must be correct.

My inner fat kid steals. While I eat healthy, she carries on like life is a Dickens novel and burrows under a blanket with a book and the emergency goldfish crackers. I caught her trying to steal chocolate someone hid in the freezer. (Stupid move, Someone. Like you don’t know my inner fat kid scouts out the freezer?) I force her to eat healthy food, but she fights it. I order an amazing salad at Panera, and refuse adding on a cookie, but she interrupts and bellows, “Don’t listen to the skinny witch! I want a cookie! I want two cookies!” Whenever I go in Panera, they get very quiet and the manager comes over to wait on me. Like none of them have ever seen an inner fat kid tantrum before?

She has absolutely no respect for reality either. My inner fat kid doesn’t care if we can fit into our jeans, she doesn’t even care if we can fit into coach seats. Some people are born color-blind, and she’s like that with her muffin top bulge. She’ll tug on my favorite long sleeved t-shirt and by-pass the full-length mirror, secure in the knowledge that from the neck-up there is no evidence of Christmas cookies. Right now she’s riding her holiday sugar high and there is no reasoning with her. It is with this brat that I must work through edits for the next week. I will be forcing spinach smoothies on her, so if you see her just ignore the screaming pleas for Hershey Kisses.

Like I’d feed ANYONE milk chocolate. Sheesh.

Especially when I have a lovely dark chocolate stash that she doesn’t even know about.

Today she cleaned the entire house just to avoid the Stairmaster. She has a very impolite nickname for the Stairmaster. As she busied herself breaking up cardboard boxes for recycling, I’m pretty sure she felt the Stairmaster eyeing her love handles because she kept tugging her shirt over them self-consciously. Tomorrow while Fifty Shades of Payday is whipping her into shape, I’ll let her screech out “THANKS OBAMA” which seems to amuse her during the ordeal. It’s going to be a rough week of veggie penance, the red room of gym-pain (which is actually yellow), and book edits (which is like the peas on the succotash because we daren’t use the icing on the cake metaphor since she’s fallen off the wagon in Candyland).

But you know, like every parent says, “I’m doing this because I love you inner-fat-kid.” And “You’ll thank me someday.” I probably shouldn’t tell you what her response to that is. I think she’s entering the teen years, and has been watching way too much cable.

Is anyone else having these troubles with their IFK lately? 

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Your Christmas Present!

Photo Credit: S. R. Karfelt

Guess wot?! I have something for you. For real. It's only good from today until Christmas though. My book, Warrior of the Ages, is free on Amazon (the kindle version).

So check it out, CLICK HERE!

What if you don't have a kindle/e-reader? What if you're one of those old school readers who wants a paperback copy? Well, I have something for you too. Leave me a comment and tell me what your most favorite Christmas present was, and I'll send an autographed paperback to one of you. Winner will be chosen randomly using, and the cut-off will be midnight Christmas. So comment before then!


S. R. Karfelt
Very Merry!

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

More of What People Really Mean

Photo Credit: Stephanie Karfelt

If you ever need anything, call me. I hope you don’t, but I do care.

Do I look okay in this? Please say yes.

You have a very comfortable house. Mine’s neater.

What kind of car do you drive? What’s in your wallet?

Take Care! Don’t let anything bad happen to you, cause it would totally stress me out!

Can I get you anything while I’m out? While I’m running multiple errands on my lunch break. Don’t even.

Have a Good Day! I’m done talking now.

What a surprise! It’s so nice to see you! I’d totally forgotten about you until now.

See you around! I’m not putting any effort into it though.

Happy Holidays! Merry Christmas, but we’re not allowed to say what we mean anymore.

Sometimes I wake up at 3:00 a.m. and add to this list. My husband snores. Making this list makes me listen to myself speak quite critically. Don’t think I’m doing it when you talk though. I can’t usually hear you over the stories in my head. Please feel free to add to my list! I love it when you talk to me. Is anyone out there?

Friday, December 13, 2013

Finding Beth at The Glitter Globe

The Glitter Globe S. R. Karfelt

Finding Beth is a romance novel coming out on December 20th, 2013. This is Linnette R. Mullin’s first novel and she’s been working on this story for quite some time. The road to publication is paved with waiting rooms. Because she’s sweet and trusting Linnette has agreed to answer some questions for me today.

So shine the spotlight directly on her and let the interrogation games begin! Meet my buddy, Linnette R. Mullin. We crossed paths on a blog thread, and again at a writing event, and I'm pretty sure we're destined to cross paths forevermore.

Linnette Mullin Vists The Glitter Globe

Do you suppose that the reason you used the name Beth in your novel, and the reason I used the name Beth in my novel has anything at all to do with Kiss’s song Beth? Perhaps a subliminal in vitro message long, long ago? Because I could not change my character Beth’s name, it HAD to be Beth. Did your Beth HAVE to be Beth?

Hmm... I hadn't thought of that. I couldn't change my character's name, either!!! It would have to be very subliminal as I can't for the life of me remember the song. Let me go listen. Maybe it will jar a memory. Be right back...

Tapping of keys and clicking of play button. Listening. Listening. Listening...

I'm back. Nope. Sorry! There's nothing there beyond a mild, nagging familiarity that I can't quite grasp. So, I'll stick with my original reason for calling her Beth. And, yes, I do believe this was more subliminal than an "on purpose" thing. When I became pregnant with my first baby, John and I picked out a girl name right away - Rachel Elizabeth. We never had our girl, so Beth (whose full name is Elizabeth Grace) was named after never-had-daughter. I think. Regardless, I couldn't change her name. It would be like trying to change one of my boys' names. Impossible! Christopher is Christopher. Andrew is Andrew. Matthew is Matthew. Garrison is Garrison. So, Beth is Beth. 

What kind of shoes does your Beth like to wear?

Boots. She loves boots! In the summer, its sassy sandals (preferably low heels) and keds. Pinterest pics here:

Oh my stars, I LOVE that you have posted her shoes on Pinterest!

Did I mention I love Linnette? 

In a nutshell, Linnette,  what is Finding Beth about? (Go ahead and make it a walnut, it gives you more room for words than a hazelnut.)

Walnut? Really? Yay! Okay. Here goes:

Three years ago, Beth Gallagher lost her brother, Josh, in a tragic accident. Grief-stricken and estranged from her father, she turned to the one man her brother warned her about — Kyle Heinrich.

Now she’s discovered his dark side.

She flees to the Smoky Mountains to clear her mind and seek God’s will about her impending marriage. With the help of a new friend, she finds the answers she needs, but will she have the resolve to follow through? And, if so, what will it cost her?

Adam Blythe had given up on finding a woman to love him for himself rather than his money. Committed to caring for his ailing mother and running the family business, he suddenly finds his heart entangled with a woman already spoken for. Can he find a way to protect her?

Kyle Heinrich is used to getting his way, so when his fiancée leaves town without a word, he is furious. When she returns with a new man by her side, he determines to make her his — one way or another.

How long has this story been rolling around inside your heard?

Well, I'm not sure it ever rolled around in my heard (hehe), but the story took seed about 6-7 years ago. I wrote Beth's first words in January 2008. Except for one scene. That scene has plagued me since I was a teen and we just won't go into how many years ago that was. ;) It took about 3 1/2 years to write the first draft, another 1 1/2 years to edit and rewrite and edit some more. Then, another year to go through the publishing process. Whew! What a whirlwind it has been!

Is this story out now? Or will there be more books related to this one? And will any of your female characters be named Carole? Just wonderin’….

"Finding Beth" is available for pre-order on my website and on CrossRiverMedia's website right now! It releases in bookstores this Friday (the 20th)!!! Ah! My first baby finally has a birthday - December 20, 2013! Of course, my boys contend it's baby number five. I can't imagine why. ;)

Oh! I almost forgot. Carole? No. I have no current plans to name a character Carole, though I do have family members with that name so I suppose it's possible... I'm guessing your next book has a Carole?

It sure does, and that was my subtle way of trying to lay claim to the name. Thank you for visiting The Glitter Globe today, Linnette! Good luck with the book! I'm looking forward to adding it to my shelf.

For a chance to win a FREE copy of Finding Beth, be sure to leave a comment below (with an email or a way for us to find you if you do win!). And be sure to tell me what kind of shoes you wear. Your name will go into a "hat" for a drawing. For more details, check out Linnette's website.

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To purchase “Finding Beth”, go to: – Finding Beth Tab

Sunday, December 8, 2013

These are a few of my Favorite Scenes #1

Since I'm busy editing my next book, I'm sharing an excerpt from Warrior of the Ages today. Some scenes write themselves, and some characters, Sherman Kelts of Kelts, Phelps, and Associates, just make my job so easy!

Photo Credit: S. R. Karfelt

Sherman Kelts picked Beth up from the police station in his Jag-You-Are as he called it. He announced she could pay him back by treating him to lunch.
At the Bistro of his choice in downtown Cleveland, Beth watched as Sherman actually sniffed the wine cork. Deaf to her protests he insisted on filling her glass to the top with the shockingly expensive beverage.
“You’ll love it. Just taste it.”
“I don’t drink.”
“Wine isn’t drinking.” Sherman took a large mouthful and swished it around like mouthwash. Beth decided Sherman seemed like the sort of man who could have a perfectly happy lunch with very little response on her part, quite possibly none.
Settling comfortably into her cushioned pew, Beth ignored her lawyer and the wine. She ate her organic salad, quietly thrilled to have found what her mother always called real food. Sherman ranted about retribution for her false arrest. Beth occupied her mouth with chewing to keep from arguing, almost thankful for his soliloquy.

After a hopeful examination of the dessert tray, she settled on a Buy Local Fruit Compote. The waitress, a pretty redhead appropriately named Kelli, lifted the glass dish straight from her tray, setting it on the table in front of Beth. Several blueberries rolled over the edge, and Beth nabbed them off her lap, popping them into her mouth.
“Mmm, organic.”
“Organic is a gimmick. Just a way to get you to pay more,” said Sherman.
“Actually no it isn’t,” said Beth. Kelli winked at her and turned away with the luscious tray of desserts.
“For the price of that fruit, you should have gone with strawberry shortcake. Now that’s dessert – homemade cake and ice-cream. Killer fattening though. Looks like Kelli might be a big fan, if you know what I mean.” There could be no doubt that Kelli had heard every word, but she continued smiling at the couple at the next table.
 Unable to stop the truth tumbling from her lips Beth glanced pointedly at her lawyer’s paunch while he shoveled in a double chocolate cheesecake.
“Kelli and I both know exactly what you mean, and I couldn’t disagree more. You’re very observant of the perceived faults of others, but you seem blind to your own.”
“Don’t take it personally, Beth. You could eat everything on that tray without a worry.”
“Thank you, Sherman. Perhaps I should.”
Holding his fork and a hand out defensively, he said, “I didn’t mean to say that you’re too skinny. Though women look better a little underweight and that’s a fact.”
Beth motioned to Kelli, who rolled her eyes a bit and returned. She slid the check across the polished antique table. Beth immediately slipped her credit card into it, handing it back to the gorgeously curvaceous waitress. Counselor Kelts continued stuffing his feet in his mouth until the woman returned to whisper that the card had been declined.
The same was soon true of all three of Beth’s credit cards.
While Sherman submitted his take on the wisdom of purchasing a house beyond one’s means, Beth rooted in her bag, thankful to locate enough cash to keep her out of any further debt to Mr. Kelts.
“You can’t be serious.” Kelli shoved the extra fifty back at Beth.
“Don’t worry, I actually can afford it. Besides, you earned it,” Beth said.

“Thanks.” Kelli stuffed it into her pants pocket, and nodded towards Sherman. “I’ll use it to buy more cake.”

Reprint from Warrior of the Ages, Chapter Seven by S. R. Karfelt
Copyright 2013
S. R. Karfelt All Rights Reserved
Votadini Publishing ~ Horace Tupper Books

Photo Credit: S. R. Karfelt
Nicole Mason Photography
Big books move slow, that is my theory. I'm slowly making my way through edit number one of my next book. I'm donating a pile of copies of Warrior of the Ages to the local library this week, and ten copies head out from my latest Goodreads giveaway! I'm wrapping up Christmas packages to mail, and guess what I'm giving? Anytime is book time in this writer's opinion. Do you like to get books for Christmas? What book would thrill you?

Friday, December 6, 2013

What People Really Mean

Photo Credit: Missy Lynne

That’s a great picture of you. You don’t look anything like that.

Did you lose weight? You kinda need to.

You look younger. You’re old.

Do you feel okay? Cause you sure don’t look it.

What do you do? It’s time to categorize you.

Do you have any children? I hope you’ve done something productive with your life, because your job isn’t very impressive.

Are you married? If asked by the same sex it means, let’s see if we have anything in common. If asked by the opposite sex, you’re going to take it as a compliment no matter what they mean.

Where are you from? It’s time to rate your IQ and make rash assumptions. (It’s true, think Texas, Cleveland, or California – told ya.)

I’m sorry, do I know you? Why are you talking to me?

Thank you so much, you have a great day and come back soon! Thanks for buying stuff here, come back when you have some more money.

Can I help you? What do you want/Spend money or leave.

Your kids all look like you. Shallow gene pool.

Do you have a dog? I do and if you don’t there is nothing more we need to say to each other.

It was another night of deep thoughts. My mind wanders during edits. Do you have anything to add to my list? 

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

A Horse of a Different Color: My Clone's Reply to a Senator

*Since I'm busy pretending to edit my next book, my beloved Clone has allowed me to share her latest blog post here. I think it fits well into The Glitter Globe.

DISCLAIMER: My books make way more sense than my blog. I just feel compelled to say that.

Photo Credit: S. R. Karfelt

Dear Senator,

As you replied to my letter and addressed nothing even close to what I’d written about, but only wasted my time with a long letter that made no sense to me, I decided I could do the same.

Unicorns with purple horns are the rarest of unicorns. They, like ducks, are only pretty when males, as the females with purple horns are not the glorious white but actually a muddy brown - often mistakable for regular horses. Which gets me on the subject of purple ponies, but that really is a horse of a different color. Did you ever watch the Wizard of Oz? My favorite scene was the one with the horse changing color. Can you really dye my eyes to match my gown? Jolly old town!

Do you know what goes with purple ponies? Glitter. Glitter and rainbows and Christmas elves. I would love to have a personal glittery rainbow that would take me from location to location the way leprechauns do - would your office look into that? I think people would really be willing to fund something like transporting rainbows. Especially if they glitter. They’d have to be careful on how they inserted the glitter though, as if it gets loose it would be everywhere, and no place of business would want to be covered in glitter. Come to think of it, houses wouldn’t either. So it would have to be glitter infused, where the glitter was in the magic rainbow gel and wouldn’t fall out. Also, that way business men and women wouldn’t get glitter on their smart and snappy suits. I wouldn’t mind being covered in glitter though, as you see I am a Christmas elf. Or just a regular elf. Help me, Senator ***, you’re my only hope. That’s a Star Wars reference - I hope you know that, you have to be in touch with things like that to be cool.

I met a duck once, and it took bread from me. I like ducks. I’d like to think I’d like platypuses, but I’m pretty sure the whole “poisonous” thing makes them scary. Isn’t it weird that Disney chose one of the most poisonous animals to make the totally normal Perry the Platypus? Now all the kids want a platypus, but can’t have one. Of course, Lion King makes kids think that lions are super friendly but with potentially evil, black-maned uncles. Thing is, lions with black manes are actually less aggressive, so Scar wouldn’t necessarily want the throne. He’d be content to eat the food.

Really, Senator ***, I wonder if our letters are even read, as the reply you sent me had something to do with nuclear issues in Iran and nothing to do with Pastor Saeed Abedini. Do you look for buzz words and address those? I am not concerned about American-Iranian relations. I’m concerned about an American who does not belong in an Iranian prison when he was allowed in by the country to do exactly what he said he would do.
I am concerned by my Senator sending me a pointless letter in reply to a real issue.

Thank you for your reply Senator, I have replied in kind.
I hope it gave whatever intern checked it over a good laugh.


We'll see if I get a response.

Photo Credit: Karfelt/Keating

This is a picture of my clone dressed as a character in my next novel. Combined with this letter, I think this could get her on a Watch List. What do you think?

Photo Credit: Keating/Karfelt


Photo Credit: S. R. Karfelt

Deep into edits for my second book, interspersed with moments of simply pretending to be editing, I’m – as always – attempting to eat healthily. Piles of veggies, fruit, and the standard issue morning oatmeal make up the bulk of my menu, but due to the fact that I’m near-sighted and spend far too much time turtling my neck towards the computer screen, I go through days where soft food is a better choice. Turtling leads to teeth clenching which leads to a sore jaw which leads to the inability to chew mountains of fresh greens.

Spinach smoothes are too cold for this time of year, especially since I’m too busy writing to waste time drying my hair. Frozen wet hair on your head doesn’t put you in the mood for frozen wet lunch. My favorite back-up is yams. This predilection for yams seriously grosses out at least two of my beta readers, but they don’t understand yams like I do. You have to cook them right and they are magical.

Never EVER microwave a yam. That is just gross. You wrap it in foil and bake it. I prefer 350 degrees for about an hour and a half, or longer. When done properly you can squeeze the sides and they’ll be super-soft. Baking them like this makes them very sweet. I never put anything sweet on them, because that’s just gross. I prefer cinnamon and a tablespoon of chopped up pecans, maybe even a few dried cranberries. You can add butter if you must, but if it has been baked long enough it won’t be necessary. 

Another beautiful way to cook yams is to slice one thinly, layer it on a foil-lined pan with a bit of olive oil. Brush a bit more olive oil over the yam slices, and maybe a sprinkle of sea salt, and cook it half to death. Usually I cook it at 400 degrees, though I can’t really tell you how long, about 20-40 minutes. I don’t do math. I just keep checking it. Usually it is done when some of the thinner pieces have been seriously burned.

Photo Credit: S. R. Karfelt

Do you feel sorry for my Dear Hubby after reading this post? Don’t, he’s horribly spoiled and he never eats yams. By the way I do mean yams, not sweet potatoes, though technically I think they’re used interchangeably. I know the difference, use yams if I’ve enticed you to try these recipes. I use that term loosely, because recipe usually means math – measurements and time and all – and that’s just gross.

Wednesday, November 27, 2013


This is deleted scene number seven from my upcoming novel. It's the sequel to Warrior of the Ages. Technically it is a prequel, but this is how I wrote it and it is no secret that I suck at math.

Photo Credit: S. R. Karfelt

 The scene is deleted for purposes of publication. Enjoy the random hotel mirror photo. This was taken...somewhere...and I was traveling for...some reason. I think this is in AZ, NM, or maybe CA--just in case you're looking for a hotel with a mirror like that, I've now narrowed your search considerably. 

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Quantum Physics Detention Home

Photo Credit: LaDonna Cole

LaDonna Cole recently published her first novel. It’s a Young Adult story about a kind of quantum physics detention home. This quantum physics interest is something I share with LaDonna, for real. When I say I read everything I mean it. LaDonna made the sad mistake of agreeing to be interviewed here in the glitter globe, so let the games commence.

Who put the bop in the bop shoo bop shoo bop?  That would be Sir Gonagan Beuford O'Mally, famous Bard of the 1600's. I know you're shocked, right? You thought it was Elvis, didn't you?  'fess up.

Seriously though, my glitter globian interest in quantum physics is fueled in large part by the fact that I have a qubit brain. Qubits as you well know can store both 1’s and 0 at the same time, enabling them to perform multiple calculations simultaneously, all well and good, except they forget their memories in less than a second. What fueled your interest in quantum physics?  I read an article that said something like, waves and particles cannot be seen until they are observed. They call that popping a quiff. (Thank you, Physicist Fred Alan Wolf for that amazing term.) Which leads us right back to Elvis, you know. (Brownie points to the first person who knows the connection!)  Anyway, it struck me that it sounded very familiar.  I remember a passage I read in the Bible that said He calls "things that are not as though they are." And another one that says "while we do not look at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen. For the things which are seen are temporary, but the things which are not seen are eternal."  And I thought, hmm, there is something to this. I've been studying quantum physics since then. I find it fascinating.

I’ve described your book in my words, would you like a turn? Sure! 

Abducted to exotic worlds in quantum spheres, a 16 year old beauty, Kate Wilson, and a team of teen misfits confront inner monsters and demons brought to life by quantum science. Dragons, aliens, sentient tornados, and tree dwelling natives terrorize them as they fight for survival on strange planets and other worlds, and struggle to overcome emotional turmoil and mental illness.  Kate is torn between sizzling passion and loyal stability, when two very different boys vie for her attentions. Trapped between self-loathing and independence, Kate must choose to live with horrifying consequences or kill the monster who loves her. A romantic thriller with action packed adventure, passion, science fiction and fantasy overtones for young adult readers of all ages. 

Few books that I’ve read have ever provided a theme song like yours did. I have Christina Perri’s song “I Have Loved You for a Thousand Years” just crammed in my head, stuck between Vampire Weekend’s “Oxford Comma” and The Token’s version of “The Lion Sleeps Tonight”.  As a psychiatric nurse can you recommend a way to knock those songs loose? If you find a way will you tell me?  Right now I have the Immortal Song, the actual theme song of the book, playing in my head. My friend Annie Adams put it to a wonderful tune and I haven't been able to forget it.

Were you inspired to write the “I Have Loved You for a Thousand Years” scene from hearing that song, or was it a coincidence? No one will ever believe me, but I wrote the scene before I heard the song. When I did hear the song, I almost had a wreck. "No WAY!" was my reaction as I stared at the radio, then had to jerk the wheel to stay in my lane. After that it became one of my favorites. I'm so glad it is a good song, or else I probably would have scrapped the scene.

What default songs are stuck in your head? The last song I heard usually takes a couple of hours to be crowded out. But most of the music in my head comes in the form of original ditties and songs that match the mood of the moment.  When I heard Gungor's "This Is Not the End", I couldn't believe that someone had listened inside my brain and made a song that sounds exactly like what plays in my head most of the time. (sorry about the doggy breath add attached to it. Ick.)

I know for a fact that you live your life on the ragged edge, LaDonna. What have you done this year that has pushed you out of your comfort zone? The biggie is stepping out there to publish. HUGE departure from keeping my writings to myself. Also, I traveled abroad for the first time. I went to London with my son and 150 students and parents from his school. I can't begin to describe what that did for my trove of writing inspiration. Full to overflowing!  Then I went to the Bahamas with my daughter and found bliss. Beautiful tropical waters and island atmosphere will be making an appearance in my future books, absolutely. I found out that snorkeling is the THANG! Loved it. Can't wait to do it again and again. Traveling is a passion and luckily an occupational necessity for writers.

Photo Credit: LaDonna Cole

The sphere has landed! Welcome to the next jump in the adventure. Leave a comment on this page and collect the item for your survival pack.
Take this item with you, write it down or copy/paste into a doc: The answer to the question "Who put the bop in the bop shoo bop shoo bop?"

Screeeeech! The sphere is coming! Your next stop is: J. S. Bailey on Facebook

If this was your first and now is your last stop, go to LaDonna's author page on Facebook where The Torn release party is going on! Enter all of your answers into a comment under the pinned post, Falling Spheres, for a chance to win the Grand Prize package.

Saturday, November 23, 2013


Photo Credit: S. R. Karfelt

Scene deleted for purposes of publication. But once again I've left up an awesome picture. This one is of one of the missions outside San Antonio, taken with my cell phone. Wow. Right?

Thursday, November 21, 2013


Photo Credit: Pika Miklitsch

That horse is what a teen does with an Amazon gift card. Just saying. I happen to find it amazing. What do you think? It makes me want to give teens Amazon gift cards for all occasions. By the way it also has no correlation with today's blog, which is a continuation of the deleted scenes from my upcoming novel, BLANK - a shieldmaiden's voice. BLANK is the second book in the Warriors of the Ages series

Another scene deleted for publication purposes. But I left you with the epic picture of teenage boy and his dog. What more could you want?

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

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Sunday, November 17, 2013

Thursday, November 14, 2013


Busily editing the second book in the WOA series. So much behind the scenes work goes on, but I'm not fussing - never think that - because I adore traveling between universes. Even the somewhat creepy, dark world of Private Carole Blank, USMC. She's the warrior you'll be getting acquainted with in BLANK - a shieldmaiden's voice, Book Two in the Warriors of the Ages series, by S. R. Karfelt*.

Right now scenes are being reworked and deleted for the sake of flow. Oh, the pain, the pain of chopping up my baby. So what I'm going to do is toss some deleted scenes out into the metaverse. I think I have enough to fill a black hole. Feel free to let me know what you think, or just drive on by.

Photo Credit: S. R. Karfelt-Keating

Scenes deleted for publication purposes.

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Living Books

Living books is a term for books that basically become part of your psyche, something that you relate to on a deep visceral level. Sometimes it can be just a line from a book, but it can be a character that touches you, a philosophy, whatever. You know how, especially in movies, the whacked character is running around with a copy of J. D. Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye? I suppose that could be considered one, but mostly a living book would touch your life for the better, like that line in Anne Frank’s Diary of a Young Girl “I still believe that people are good at heart.” We all know that Anne’s life ended in the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp. For me that line was written on my heart in the tragedy column, but it is that line that took root inside me, and to this day, and no matter how I end, I will believe it is true.

Upton Sinclair’s The Jungle is another one for me. The part where all the little pigs are being herded up a ramp to be processed, and the horrible excess of a seemingly mindless meat processing facility surrounds the reader, and Sinclair tosses out, “And now was one to believe that there was nowhere a god of hogs, to whom this hog personality was precious, to whom these hog squeals and agonies had a meaning?” I read The Jungle out loud (ouch) to my hunter son, and we both shuddered. I think of it sometimes, when I look at that case of hams at Costco. I honestly doubt he thinks of it while archery hunting, but I know, though I had to almost hog-tie that boy to get him to listen to that book at first, in the end he agreed it was brilliant.

Not all living books go in the tragedy column. While I sit here writing on a rainy morning the line “and they sat in the house all that cold cold wet day” often springs to mind. Thank you Dr. Seuss. If you’re a fan of Horton Hears a Who, you should know that even my dog – when he’d done something particularly foul – was aware that the quote “BOIL THAT DUST SPECK” meant he was in trouble. I can actually clear a room with that quote. When Mom isn’t happy…right? Then there is the wonderful Kevin Henkes quote from his children’s book, Chrysanthemum, “The day she was born was the happiest day in her parent’s lives…” For years my daughter lit up at that line – while my son wilted a bit if she quoted it to him – which she of course would never have done ten or twenty thousand times.

You get the gist of what a living book is I’m sure. Now share yours. For better or worse, good, bad, or funny, what books have attached themselves to your DNA? And what line, if you don’t mind sharing?

Wednesday, November 6, 2013


WOA - Warrior of the Ages Book Giveaway

  1. The old-fashioned kind of book made out of genuine paper. Gen-You-Wine Paper.
  2. Autographed. Legibly. Okay, autographed.
  3. Delivered to your address, FREE.
  4. With a mini skeleton key tucked inside.
  5. Oh, and a matching bookmark.
  6. Because I know how to do FREE.

by S. R. Karfelt

Nothing is free. FALSE!

So not true. Like oxygen, laughter, and eye contact, ten copies of my Action Adventure novel, Warrior of the Ages, are free!

Free is a great price.

You just click the widget below and will be instantly transported to the Goodreads site.

Caveat? You have to live in the USA. Why? Because the publisher just saw the bill for shipping a pile of WOA books to UK and Australia from my last giveaway, and they said something subtle to me like, WHAT THE HECK?! So not paying for this! We said USA!


That totally cut into my dark chocolate fund. I had to dress up on Halloween and go door to door on my knees pretending to be a kid just to score some chocolate for my addiction.

And it was all milk chocolate. Bleh.

Of course I'm kidding. Who would do that? Well, I possibly would, but fortunately for me I happen to know where someone's secret chocolate drawer is, and it is closer than crawling around the neighborhood.

So this month's giveaway is USA USA USA.

So what's the book about? You could check out the video trailer on YouTube for WOA.

You could click over to Amazon - or wherever you like to get your books and see for yourself - but all that extra clicking is exhausting.

This is the blurb from the back cover.

Immortality means one thing to Kahtar. Duty.

For millennia the ancient immortal warrior has returned to guard his people from the outside world. This time, Kahtar must moonlight as a cop to guard the entrance to paradise.

Beth White is drawn to the idyllic little village of Willowyth, Ohio, unaware there is a terrifying reason for her unnatural attraction. She soon learns a place full of secrets is nowhere to hide her own.

When a man's duty is to protect his kind from outsiders, what happens when he discovers one of his own living in the wrong world?

Where is truth and honor when worlds collide?

Though it's about a lot more than that. It's about never being able to escape your past. It's about belonging. It's about prejudice. It's about endurance. And that's just the part about the stinky dog.

I like big books and I cannot lie. I mean I like big stories. So if you do too, gather your energy and click away!


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        Warrior of the Ages by S.R. Karfelt



          Warrior of the Ages

          by S.R. Karfelt


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My name is Stephanie Karfelt and I'm the writer, as evidenced by the fact that it is 3:32 a.m. in the morning and I'm writing a blog. It's what I do. I can only hope that this blog is in some small fraction as humorous to you during daylight hours as it is to me and my muse in the middle of the night.

Monday, November 4, 2013

ReRun Monday ~ Topic: Pets (Sorta)

Photo Credit:  Stephanie Karfelt

Once Zeus had a pet snake named Houdini. At least that was the name he eventually earned, being as he escaped and roamed the house at will. In an effort to keep the snake confined, Zeus duct taped the lid on Houdini’s cage. Returning home afterwards, Zeus discovered his snake wrapped in duct tape and dangling dejectedly from the roof of his cage. Since I tend to brake for butterflies, Zeus considers me an animal lover. So he brought me his duct taped snake, as though I’d know what to do about it. Though the man is a big, tough giant and all, I could tell he was attached to this two foot reptile and resisted the urge to put it in an airtight bag and toss it into the trash while I could. I called the vet. The Vet laughed really hard, and repeated the story several times to coworkers. I kept the phone tight against my ear, so Zeus wouldn’t hear them laughing. It isn’t a good idea to laugh at a giant over his pet snake. And that is how I ended up wedged in a tiny bathroom with a giant, soaking a duct taped snake in a sink full of warm water. As the Vet predicted, Houdini was more than a little ill-tempered about having duct tape peeled off his body. He lost quite a few scales in the process, but Zeus kept a firm grip on his head as I worked. Perhaps you’re apathetic about Houdini’s fate, or perhaps you’ll be happy to know he lived – though he was forevermore a few scales short.
Photo Credit:  Arthur's Free Snake ClipArt

People are odd about their pets, aren’t they?  I’d like to think it bodes well for our species that we can love even the sorriest, most unlovable creatures so fiercely. Surely you know someone who has a cat or dog that is anything but worthy – but that is pampered and loved inexplicably. My BFF had a cat once, I forget its name. Let’s call it Humper, because that is what that cat did. It specifically liked to have at it with anything that belonged to BFF. Her hats, slippers, pillow, etc. It was a big, fat, white thing that pretty much shed and made love to BFF’s belongings. Oh, it slept in her dresser drawer and ate on her kitchen table too. When Humper went to the great dresser drawer in the sky, he was in the process of jumping off the kitchen table after eating. He ate – alive – and landed – well, dead. BFF told me about this over the phone. Though I clamped my hand over my mouth as fast as I could, she heard the inappropriate laugh that escaped. Let me just take this opportunity to apologize to my BFF again for my demented sense of humor. (Normally she appreciates it, but everyone has their limits.)  It wasn’t funny that the cat died – it was just the visual that got to me.
Clyde T. Brown is an East Texas cowboy, chaws tobacco, drives enormous gas guzzling vehicles, and in all the time that I’ve known him I have understood about 10% of anything he said due to the plug in his mouth and his accent. Clyde also has a pile of teeny dogs that look like mops. Am not sure how many there are, they move a lot and are hard to count. When Clyde goes anywhere, he takes the horde with him. I ran into him in a parking lot once, and he put an arm out the window to gesture towards something. I gasped in horror. It looked as though he’d almost lost the appendage to a shark attack. Since there are hardly any sharks in Texas, I asked what happened. Couldn’t really understand much of the answer, but apparently the horde had turned on him when he was feeding them. For me that is a deal breaker, but I’ve never had a pet horde.
Photo Credit: Stephanie Karfelt

Unless you count the butterflies, (but they were more of a scientific study to my way of thinking) wherever I’ve lived in North America I raised Monarch Butterflies. Thousands of them. It started as a Kindergarten project, and eventually morphed into a migration tagging project through The University of Kansas ( ). I won’t give you the dissertation on what can be learned studying the insects, but I will tell you that my family cringes when they see milkweed, and my daughter has never recovered from the summer of exploding chrysalis’s. A few gross of butterflies can endear you to your neighbors, they tend to hang around once you release them – so there were usually butterflies around our house. But a few gross of caterpillars can have quite the opposite effect, especially if your neighbors stop by during litter box cleaning hours.
Photo Credit:  Stephanie Karfelt

Have you or someone you know ever loved an unlovable pet?  Your Mother’s Doberman that once ate an entire Thanksgiving turkey?  The Rat-Terrier that once ate your Easter basket?  A pet mouse that escaped and ate a curtain?  How about those guppies that teach young children that some parents do eat their young?  What is the best or worst pet story you have?