Saturday, 29 April 2017

Guest Author D G Kaye

Welcome to this week's edition of the Scribbler. So happy to have D G Kaye join us. She is also sharing an excerpt from her latest novel. A special note is that Debby is an author's best friend. She has been most kind in introducing her readers to other authors and we are all indebted. Please see her links below.
(Copyright of this material is owned by D G Kaye. Used with permission)
Hi Allan. I’d first like to thank you very much for inviting me here today to introduce myself and share my books. 
I'm a nonfiction memoir writer who writes about life, matters of the heart and women's issues. I write to inspire others by sharing my stories about events I encountered, and the lessons that come along with them, hoping to inspire others.
I love to laugh, and self-medicate with a daily dose of humor. I’m kind of the ‘glass half full’ sort of girl. When life is throwing curveballs or lemons, I try to look on the bright side and the goodness in everything else I am grateful for. And usually in hindsight, I can find something to laugh about a previously not so funny situation. And then most likely, I’ll be writing about it. But when I'm not writing intimate memoirs, you'll find me writing with humor in some of my other works and blog/social media posts. 

When I was a young child, I was very observant about my surroundings. Growing up in a tumultuous family life, otherwise known as a broken home, kept me on guard about the on-and-off-going status of my parents’ relationship. I often wrote notes and journaled about the dysfunction that I grew up in. By age seven I was certain I was going to grow up to be a reporter.
Well life has a funny way of taking detours. Instead, I moved away from home at eighteen with a few meager belongings and a curiosity for life. I finished university and changed careers a few times, as I worked my way up to managerial positions. I’ve worked in the fashion industry, travel industry, hotel and hospitality, managed an architectural firm, a construction company, and a real estate office. I’ve bought, renovated and sold quite a few houses too. So, all in all, I’m a Jill of many trades. But despite all my experience, I always wrote and dreamed about someday writing books. It took me a few decades to get serious about my writing, but I made it. My drive to succeed at anything I put my mind to led me to having a very colorful and eventful life, which gives me plenty of material to write about. 

Ever the optimist, that is me. I've conquered quite a few battles in life; health and otherwise, and my refusal to accept the word No, or to use the words 'I can't' have kept me on a positive path in life. I love to tell stories that have lessons in them, and hope to empower others by sharing my own experiences.

My current WIP is about aging and relationships and marriage, when one partner becomes a senior and the other isn’t quite yet there.

Once again, thank you so much for having me here today Allan. It was a pleasure to be invited here and I look forward to chatting here with some of your readers.





Excerpt – P.S. I Forgive You 

The End is Near 

My mother had been dying for years, and through those years she refused to surrender her bitterness and remained in denial of her flaws. The many times I heard she was dying reminded me of the boy who cried wolf. I almost believed she was invincible, and even though I never wanted her to suffer, she did.
I thought it was just a horrible and sad way to die—holding hatred for those she had chased out of her life, living in bitter seclusion, knowing her days were numbered. Her once vibrant life had diminished into a mere existence of watching TV and complaining. She’d also given all her caregivers a difficult time, bitching at them all and letting them know how useless they were to her because of what her life had become. Nobody was exempt.
I asked my brother Robby why God didn’t just take her out of her misery and pain during one of the many times she was on the brink of death. Why would he not spare her from suffering? He replied, “God has his own plans.” I couldn’t help but wonder if he was letting her suffer because she had hurt so many people in her lifetime, but in my next thought I couldn’t believe God would play those cruel games, tit for tat.
I wondered what thoughts had to have been going through my mother’s head. How awful it must have been to know her time left on earth was limited. I thought about how frightened she must have felt in her lonely world, although she’d never admit it. I was sad for her, knowing that the anger and bitterness she displayed was a front for the depressed state of her pathetic life. I couldn’t fathom why she remained so obstinate in her resolve to spend what little time she had left wallowing in misery instead of embracing the end and making amends with her children. I wanted to fix her, but I didn’t know how.
Her formerly grand life had diminished into a tiny existence. She no longer flaunted her beauty to all who idolized her. Her schemes to extract money from my brothers to support her gambling pleasures were no longer effective. Three of her children had already exited her life because of her verbal abuse. There was nobody left to fall prey to her demands.
I hurt for her. She wasn’t much of a mother, but she was still my mother.

“Live Laugh Love . . . And Don’t Forget to Breathe!”

“For every kindness, there should be kindness in return. Wouldn’t     that just make the world right?”

When I’m not writing, I’m reading or quite possibly looking after some mundane thing in life. It's also possible I may be on a secret getaway trip, as traveling is  my pon.
My favorite reading genres are: biographies, memoirs, bookwriting, spirituality, and natural health. I love to read stories about people who overcome adversity, victories, and redemption. I believe we have to keep learning—there is always room for improvement!

I love to cook and concoct new recipes (and I don't believe in measuring cups), travel, and play poker (although I seldom get the chance), oh, and did I mention travel?


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