Katrina Rasbold

I have been invited by my publicist/agent/husband to update my blog again (I hate that word because it sounds like someone retching, but “online journal” is archaic and cumbersome) because the last entry is, in his words, “kind of a downer.”  Fair enough.  Life ain’t pretty, but it’s not all bad either, so I can…

  This will be long.  Get a drink.  Go pee.  Read it in segments.  Blow it off because it is too long.  Whatever suits ya. A lot of people do not know that when it comes to my author life, Eric (my husband) is the real brains behind the operation. I write the books and…

  It was quite a process, really.  I wrote my first short story in the fifth grade and the entire student body was scandalized because in my story, I paired up very unlikely people from my school into romantic relationships.  I had threats, people telling me I’d better stop writing right then or risk a…

So I had this cool thing happen that I want to share with you.  I have another thing that is going on that I will put in the Fatastic Journal before long, but this one is different and goes here.  I have a lovely woman with whom I am acquainted whose husband is a chiropractor….

First, we should watch this for a while: And we should do that because it makes us feel happy and vibrant and alive and like we want Jeff Bridges all to ourselves for about 4 hours. OK, enough of that. Wait… just a little more.

  I hate that game.  A lot of other people must as well because it isn’t nearly as popular as it was 40 years or so ago.  You know the drill.  You’re standing around, minding your own business, when some jackass walks up behind you and covers your eyes and says, “Guess who?”  You’re left…

A happy 2013 to all of you!  It has been a long time since I last updated this journal.  I have felt rather private about my life lately and so I have mostly kept to myself other than Facebook posts.  Dark of the Year has been tough for me this time, I won’t lie to…