Research for Work in Progress

Published October 1, 2016 by krymrgn

So I’ve started what will be a series of experiments to inspire the spooky story I am working on. The characters alone are creepy enough, however, I do not want to offend anyone or group when I say “evil Mr. Crowley.” I try to respect everybody, so when I say things about him, if you are a fan, no offense meant. It’s for the purposes of the book, including all this research. It truly is great fun, while scaring myself at the same time. “Write what you know…”

First experiment was to walk the cemetery behind the house where Aleister Crowley stayed and worked on his magic and books. Located in Hebron New Hampshire, is a little white house which was owned by the astrologer Evangeline Adams. Nice back story for her too. So I chose to do this on the night of the Black Moon, last night. September 30, 2016.Β  Black moons are a second “new moon” in a month. Astrologically, the significance of this event ranges from “The End Times” to “it’s a shadow in space.” The energies of such, are supposed to give you a rise in creativity amoungst others things.

I’d also like to note that this is just me with my phone, walking around having fun. It’s very dark (hence black moon eh?) and the lights in the background are from the town. I laughed hysterically. It was great fun. It’s raw, unedited, not meant to be a big deal production. Fair warning.πŸ˜‰

Purpose? Writing inspiration. I’ll look back at the videos and let them inspire me. I certainly already have another new idea because of doing this. That’s neat!

Now, it’s time to get back to writing.

Incidentally, I’ll be posting some footage on facebook.

Hope you enjoy and laugh along with me.

Remember, not meant to offend.




This one scares me…

Published May 1, 2016 by krymrgn

Book three… It’s flowing really well *but* it’s scaring me. Not sure how I feel about that. I have beliefs, that are spiritual, and where my muse has taken me makes me feel funny. So quite honestly I’ve prayed about it and the answer I keep getting is interesting.

Use your gift.” It’s like to me, my Higher Being said, “okay, I‘m going to give you a way to have some fun. Just go for it, enjoy yourself… It’s fiction.”

Then I think about one of the books that inspired me to write.Β  “The Screwtape Letters” By, C. S. Lewis. The whole book is a letter from a higher level demon to his apprentice, so to speak… He tells him how to tempt Christians… So my mind remembers that story and says “uh oh- ”

But there is a deeper feeling. It’s that “intent” business. I also believe that my higher being knows my intent. Of course the road to hell is paved with good intentions right?Β  No, we can only do what we can do, what comes out of us.

If your gift scares you, and it’s suppose to scare other people. On purpose. Then you are on the right track. I mean think about Steven King! Think your Higher Being is going to say, “you wrote words and scared people… those words were violent and bad…” whatever… No I can’t see that happening at all.

So this third book is making me nervous because I can make a statement with it. I know what I want that statement to be, and I hope I can write it in such a way that it doesn’t offend anyone, but stays true to myself.

I also hope it scares you , if you enjoy that, as much as itΒ  is scaring me…πŸ˜‰

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Remember that part…

Published April 24, 2016 by krymrgn

in Eat Pray Love, where Julia Roberts is in India, inside a meditation room, thinking about decorating her own room… That is so me today. I need to get a couple things done here but I’m totally stuck, so I started thinking about how I could decorate my writing room.

Not so helpful..πŸ˜‰

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To all my FB buddies

Published April 23, 2016 by krymrgn

So I just had a horrible thing happen. Phone completely died on me. However it made me realize something. You guys, all my facebook friends out there- I care a lot about you. LOL. When I couldn’t use my phone because it had died- I went crazy- went nuts… (yes Prince reference) because I couldn’t see what was going on with everyone. Prayers might be needed for some, encouragement… congratulations… And I couldn’t see it!

Drove me batty it did.

So I just wanted to take a moment to give a shout out- a Hey! Because all of my facebook friends really mean something to me.

So I’m not asking for a copy and paste deal, I’m not asking for anything. I just hope you know how much each one of you, and being able to see what is happening in your lives, means to me. Whether we chat of not, whether I always comment or not, you mean something to me.


So thanks for being my friend on Facebook. You really make a difference in my life.

And thanks for reading these, and my books.Β  Someday soon I will make it so that I can be a full time writer- no matter what the cost. I’ve discussed it with my family. They all agree that I am the most happy when writing. I am sane. “”



So thank you- thanks for being there- thanks for posting about your life and all your pictures, thanks for posting videos that always make me laugh, and thanks for the memes that always get me.


Thank you readers. Thank you facebook friends. I’ll be back with a phone that I can check up on you all with at work, very soon. Thanks for being there and giving me something to look forward to each day.


Thanks again for the read-



Kinda Important…

Published March 26, 2016 by krymrgn

I have something I feel is important to share today. Lately, I have had some issues with writing. Had tons on my mind. Fighting a cold, things at work were difficult (though now better) and I just felt down inside. But I didn’t know it. Yeah I know, weird not to know, but it wasn’t a conscious feeling of “oh blah blah, I’m sad- poor me” nor was actual depression. I would label it as stress that I was just dealing with, and it was weighing me down. The important thing to take away is, I was just going along, dealing “” with things- (yes the quotes are supposed to be there). I was feeling stress so deep that it felt like normal. That the right word? Not sure but it was not a conscious feeling, nor different. It felt normal. (now THAT is sad. lol)

So finally I found a break in my research, and the muse started going again. Got out my computer and started writing. Really got into book 2, could see which story lines I was going to use, what scenes and when, and just wrote.

Then something else happened. When I shut my computer, my eyes were a little more open, I had a smile on my face, and felt down right lighter inside. That’s when it hit me. All the little memes on FB- started making a lot of sense. “Writer’s MUST write.” We absolutely must because it hurts us inside, even if its only subconsciously to “not”. It effects our lives in general if we don’t. Difficult things are more stressful, sad things are more sorrowful, and coping skills can be non existent without writing.

Then I thought, “What if you aren’t a writer?”

Same thing applies, to whatever your passion is. If your passion is taking pictures, TAKE PICTURES. They don’t have to be good, they don’t have to be “for” a purpose other than simply clicking that button, and doing it. If you are a runner, RUN! If you are a collector, COLLECT. Actively participate in your passion, because it WILL have an effect on you, even if you don’t realize something needs to move you because your mind and heart are busy elsewhere “dealing”.

My first book in the children’s karate series- designed to help give kids ideas on how to deal with bullies, other than fighting them; (The Spirit Dragon) really focused on this, but I guess I needed a reminder.

It is so important to do what you love- not your job/work… but what you love. Maybe painting puts a smile on your face. It doesn’t have to be a perfectly awesome amazing painting. Just paint!

And now I’m going to do something terrible to you because it hit my mind and now I will have it stuck in my head all day. And I am just evil enough to do it to you too- if you are old enough for it-

The point of this blog is reminding me of a song. A long ago, beloved ballad at the time.


“Sing, Sing a song, make it simple, to last your whole life long…..Don’t worry that it’s not good enough, for any one else to hear….. Just sing…… sing a song! la la la la la… la la la la la la…..” (if you are young enough to have no idea what song that is- look up Karen Carpenter “Sing”)

Basically means the same thing- do what is going to make you happy without worrying about anyone else. Do it for you- because we all can use all the help with stress that we can get.πŸ˜‰

Now, today. I have tons of writing to do and I’m excited to get to it.πŸ˜‰

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Published March 12, 2016 by krymrgn

Did you know it takes 50 reviews on Amazon to get your work added to the “you might like this too” list? I didn’t until recently and now I’m on a mission. Authors and reviewers, leave your links to your work, and let’s start helping each other.

First, leave a link to your work, so we know what you need reviewed. Each author, including myself of course, will choose a book, to read and review- if your book/link is chosen for a review- (as will be listed) grab the authors book who chose to review you- and review something of theirs.

Sharing links helps- reviewing helps- so I’m opening this blog and my author page to all those looking for those reviews. Looking for those shares. I will share- and I hope you will share mine as well.

Let’s help each other-

I’m game if you are- our fb posts shouldn’t be all buy mine! The more we share and review- the more readers will know about the books we are writing to entertain them.

Okay- GO!


Thanks for the read;


Dear Monica

Published March 12, 2016 by krymrgn

Dear Monica,

It has been a year since our hearts were broken. Yet at the same time, it was a blessed day as we all knew you were no longer in pain. For me, you were the first person to welcome me at my new school to clean. You were one of the first people I called a friend, like in New Hamsphire. See, I didn’t have many friends even after living here for sixteen years. I just never had much of an opportunity, and then I became a little shy about it. But your smile and wonderful laughter eased my nervousness, and we began to visit.

You shared with me the ultimate love story between you and Jerome. You even started in the district as a custodian like me! Monica, you were the only person who could help me calm down about my obsessive need to be perfect at my work. And it wasn’t in a “you’re just the janitor ” kind of way. You encouraged me, and helped me to know that I was appreciated even if a little piece of plastic got into the cardboard bin. “It’s only trash.” For some one who takes being a custodian as seriously as being a karate Sensei, even the trash had to be perfect. You’re calm demeanor and easy giggles, helped my mind to say, “hey yeah, I guess just getting it out of the building is the important part. Do it, move on.” (The funniest thing about all that was you knew exactly why I would get so hyper about such a small thing, and in knowing the “why” you helped heal that.)

We shared about spirituality, books, careers, the loves of our lives, and children. One of the most special memories I hold dear now? That day you were headed out of the school after work with that special smile on your face. I smiled back and said, “Have a great weekend!” “You answered that you would and I saw that twinkle in your eye. You saw the question in mine, and replied “I’m off on an adventure.” So I asked, I was so happy for you, and you answered, “It’s something just for me. Even my kids don’t know and it’s driving them crazy.” That comment, “just for me” has stayed with me, and I’ve made sure that each month, ever since you said that, even something super simple, like reading a book with a cup of tea, I made sure to do something “just for me.” You showed by example how important that is to do.

Then all the pain hit. Endometriosis was my diagnosis. I was so terrified. And I find it ironic, how you helped me through the fear of dying, of my own husband dying. No I wasn’t going to die of the endo- though it sure felt like I was. You helped me get through the days working in pain. You helped me to understand what was happening and you shared with me your own experiences. How much better I would feel and not to be afraid of the operation. To insist that those doctors who wouldn’t listen to me, WOULD! And that’s when you saved my family. The first time I got hurt at work at the other place, I had no idea about using the sink bank, didn’t know I could. We almost lost it during that time, and hearing about it? I remember how livid you were. You made sure that my family would be okay, by helping me understand what to do, how things would work… So I was able to still get a paycheck and just concentrate on healing and getting through that physical horror.

I miss my friend.

I miss hearing your voice each day saying “Please dismiss all students, Please dismiss all students!” You always sounded so joyful and I knew the kids felt a little jolt of happiness each time you said that, happy for them.

Lots of things have changed. You would like the person sitting in your desk now. You would be incredibly proud of Doreen for all that she did. Vanessa has just given birth again, and I know that you will hold her little Idina before the rest of us at the school as you have with each of her children. I know you would be proud of me for publishing another book, and learning to adapt to those others things at night. And of course all the wonderful blessings of your own children. How happy you must be for Mike, how proud of Drew, your entire family!

Every time I see an island beach I think of you. I’ll always remember you.

Thank you for being such a beautiful person. It restored things in me I hadn’t even known I’d lost.

Friends Forever;



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