Author: Katrina Rasbold

  I have had this blog conversation before, but Eric (my delightful and accomplished agent) has gently nudged me to be more attentive to the blog, so here we go into a new year with a new entry and a site makeover.  I recently made the decision to no longer do professional web design and…

I have two soaps left from the 80 or so I made for holiday gifts and I just noticed that for some reason, they remind me of breasts.  They are in the common shape of jello molds, but to me, they look like boobs.  Here. Let me show you.

Updated again, Dec 17 – Scroll to end for update In Bloom County, one of my favorite comic strips of all time, a character named Binkley (portrayed mostly as a child) has a “closet of anxieties” with various monsters hiding inside waiting to pounce at certain inopportune times. We all know about that closet and…

I think I have always known, at least since we moved here ten years or so ago, that I would die in my back yard.  I think Eric knows too because for the first year or so we lived here, if he called me during the day, which he usually does 6-10 times a day,…

Yes, I have Fall-en and I won’t get up, meaning I have gotten my “Fall” on, meaning that I have put the hot, overworked days of summer behind me and slipped into an embrace of Nature that smells like dried leaves and wood smoke and mulled cider that I don’t drink.  I was a lovely…

First, because it is 8:30 AM and today is already showing signs of being challenging bitch, I must have Jeff Bridges dance for me.  Dance, poppet.  Dance like you mean it. Hell.  Yes. Anyway, yeah, Crones.

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…