Up and running

My computer (as some of you already know) has been down for the past month. Now, I'm a month behind on two manuscripts, plus website updates, etc. Anyway, I'm hard at work on my latest book "Sex Symbol."

I just wanted to let everyone know that I hadn't died or anything. LOL

Thanks to all who read my blog. I promise to have more interesting things to say just as soon as I get caught up a bit:)

The Point of No Return

The Phantom of the Opera has long been and will always remain one of the loves of my life. I first read his story when I was twelve and cried like someone I loved had just died. After that I came to hear the voice of Michael Crawford who will always be the voice I hear in my head when I think of the phantom. And who till this day moves me to tears.
I just got finished reading the tragic continuation of the phantom’s story, The Phantom of Manhattan by Frederick Forsyth. I have only in the last hour stopped crying long enough to write about it. If you love the phantom and want to hear the rest of his story, you really should read this book. I won’t tell you anything that happens here, but rather my feelings about it all.
It was wonderful to finish the rest of Erik’s story. For so many years I have loved him and he isn’t even real. I had a crush on the Joker (from Batman) since before I knew what a crush was. You can say “Joker” and I will smile. My next infatuation was with Dracula, followed shortly thereafter by the phantom and never to be replaced. You can say “phantom” and I swoon at the just the word. You can say “Dracula” and I want to get naked, but that’s not the same thing.
My love of Joker at such a young age has shaped my sense of humor. My love of Dracula has sparked my interest in the macabre. But what I feel for the phantom has shaped the rest of my artistic sensibilities. When I write of love and hate, pain and passion, he is the one who first inspired these feelings in me. And yet you might say (as I did above) that he isn’t even real. Who could be more real than to affect someone so deeply? I know flesh and blood people who shape their own worlds with much less influence.
I have to put his story aside (music, books, and movies) for years at a time. But all the while I carry a sort of muted torch. And when I read about him again, or listen to the music that flame ignites like hellfire and anything I felt before is in comparison to a match.
The end of his story, just like the beginning, broke my heart completely in two. I don’t think it will ever be repaired, but he is surely welcome to both pieces.

Early Bird

I'm up way earlier than is natural for me. LOL This is an attempt at getting some more physical activity and a bit more writing done. Do you realize how long it's been since I watched a sunrise? I was starting to feel like one of the vamps in my novels. LOL Too much late night working and too little sleep have been keeping me in bed much later than I needed to be. Here's to attempting a cardio workout in the next thirty minutes and on to a really hot scene I've got in mind to write today. *toasts everyone with coffee cup*

Have a good Monday!

Tracey

Grab life by the fangs

www.traceyhkitts.com

Don't you just hate shitty movies?

Sorry it's been so long since I blogged. I've been taking a little time to relax, read, go over some new ideas. Forcing myself to rest so that I can have more new ideas. And in the process of all that I've been watching some movies that I've been meaning to watch for a while.

Don't get me wrong, I've watched plenty of shitty movies in my time. Hell, I watch them on an almost regular basis. I have a thing for B horror movies. But, I digress. The movie I watched tonight I thought was a sure thing. Revolver. It's a Guy Ritchie film and it's got Jason Statham in it. Win/win, right? Uh, wrong.

What the f**k were they thinking? I like to consider myself an intelligent person, but I can't for the life of me make heads or tails of this film. I think I understand what they were trying to say. But trying and doing are two different things. Yes, I realize that sounds like Yoda.

I believe they were trying to say that you are your own worst enemy and that any other perception of a "enemy" is only a projection of your own ego. That's all well and good, but I thought this was an action flick. Not some weird ass attempt at psycho babble. (which runs in the credits, by the way) What a bunch of crap.

I've heard so many people (people that I also think are intelligent) say that this film was good. I think that they (the producers of this film) tried really hard to make something big out of nothing at all. I could have done a shit load of drugs tonight before watching this movie and still not have tripped as many balls as this script. ILMAO!

Sorry, my movie critiques are usually not this harsh. But I've been sick. It's my blog, and I'll call a movie shit if I think it was shit.

I'm sure my regular readers will understand. We've all watched something that just chapped our asses before, right? Well, this chapped mine. Time to break out the Vaseline and get to bed. LOL

Stop posting pornographic comments on my blog

This is not the place to advertise for "male friends." And just because you post it in Japanese doesn't mean I can't translate it. Unfortunately, due to this idiocy, all comments must now be moderated.

This is a blog about writing and the life of this particular writer is sometimes shared here as well. Though some of the content (excerpts and such) my occasionally be graphic, this is not the place for porn or dating services. Whoever you are, piss off. I'm tired of hitting "delete."

Eden is now available in print!

EDEN by Tracey H. Kitts (Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance) "Not all paradise is lost." Sensuality: SPICY/CARNAL

http://www.newconceptspublishing.com/eden.htm

Diary of an Incubus, very first review:)

Diary of an Incubus has just received it's very first review. Check it out:)


http://www.paranormalromance.org/reviews/review.php?id=31727