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Book Five Publication Date: 3/3/14!

Seeing how life has kept me pretty busy lately, I apologize for the lateness of the publication for the book due out in January! I had some extra editing to do on it, it is substantially bigger than the other books, so it took longer to finish. Anyhow, I know you will all really love it! It is one of my favorites so far!  Thank you friends and fans! I’ll post links once it’s up on Amazon, on 3/3/14!

Stacey Katheryn



“To survive, you must tell stories.”

-Umberto Eco


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New Characters= Complicated Fun!!


It’s been awhile since I’ve talked in any kind of detail regarding my novels. I cannot tell you why, I just haven’t. Now I want to (funny how life works out that way.)

So, my two newest characters (First Captain Aida Mancini and Captain Mario Baldovino) were introduced to my series in 2009 (when I began the rewrites of the whole series, starting with book 1, Blood of Darkness, which was published in April of 2012) I made so many changes from the original books that I found gaps that I needed to fill in, and Aida and Baldovino did so perfectly. That is probably the most grateful change I have needed to make, I love Aida and Baldovino and they have become important aspects to the series.

BUT, it has made things slightly complicated. Being that they did not come into my series until 2009, and I finished with the original copy of book 11 in 2008 (remember, I am rewriting them all). That leaves 11 books they had no parts in. At first, Baldovino was a fill-in character who has become a very integral sub-character, and Aida was originally intended to have a big part in books one and three, and fade from there. I feel almost blasphemous saying so, Aida is such a dear part of the series now. But that leaves me with 11 books I need to change.

How much fun is that??? TONS.

It’s complicated, but it’s fun. And I can’t help but feel these characters were missing from the very beginning. Aida’s quirky bad-ass attitude adding comedic value, Baldovino’s brash hardcore personality adding its own form of comedy as it becomes clear since book 3 just how much he hates the Werewolves.

And the more I write, the more it becomes so obvious that they belong, just as importantly as all my other characters. From the first character I created in 1999 (Alisha) to the turning point in 2002 when I decided Otztal would be my main character, to now, when book four is almost entirely reconstructed and in its final edit before publication, with 9 more books (at least) in the works just waiting to be rewritten and published… It’s been an incredible journey that continues in complicated, fun and amazing ways.

I can’t wait to see how the series continues as I continue to mold it and form it and watch it grow, and be grateful that I can share this experience with all of you 🙂 Thank you, my dedicated fans and readers!


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“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”

-Ernest Hemingway


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I hear the music, close my eyes I am rhythm…


“I am what I am and I do what I do”

I LOVE that.


It’s none of my business what people say or think about me, and it’s none of their business what I say or do. This is today’s lesson for myself. I am learning today to think for myself, to listen to my inner voice, to decide for myself what is right and what is wrong for me.


I expect nothing

And accept Everything.


And no matter what, remember: You are never as stuck as you think you are. We all have free choice, you just need to learn how to use it. Find ways to make yourself happy, and it’ll soon come as naturally to you as breathing.

And now, just for fun, some more pictures of summer.


















“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity”

-Edgar Allan Poe


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My fancy Italian journal and sleek English pen

(First of all, I want to say thank you to Jay, my best friend and editor, for sending me these items,  because I know she reads my blog and is probably going to hate that I’m mentioning her in my post 🙂 )

So here I am writing in my beautiful new blank journal (made in Italy) that my friend Jay just sent me, along with the beautiful new silver pen (Made in England), and think, “Wow, this would be a perfect writing tool to carry around with me.” See, I’ve been needing to carry something with me to make notes in, write down what people say, make lists of stuff I have to do, so on, so forth. Especially now that I am networking more, I can’t remember everything everyone says all the time.

And then, then the curse of productivity hits, and I blame the blank pages and fancy pen in my hand. I realize with these new tools, it’s going to make it a lot less easy to be unproductive and procrastinate. In half an hour I just went from debating to myself “Aw, this would be helpful if I did this….” (Usually a weeks long procrastination- I mean, project.) Now, in less than half an hour after writing down my ideas, I’m about to actually get started on the project itself. Not in “oh wouldn’t it be nice” form, but “this is how I’m going to do it” the pre-step to something ACTUALLY HAPPENING.

So, in retrospect, I must realize this book and this pen are not the enemies here. They are simply… magic. Magic that forces me to actually DO things instead of just think about them.

Now my mind is blown.

And I must get on with my project, because stopping in the middle to write this blog is bordering magic blasphemy, and I hate to think that happens when I go against something magical (Isn’t it, in books, that when something magical gets thwarted, something bad usually happens?) I don’t want to prove the magic book and pen wrong. I’ll keep a healthy fearful respect of them, and clear off my shelves.

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We’re in Business


We’re in business, people! Last night I wrote a post of my blog The Legends of Sangue (When Mediocre Just Won’t Do), expressing my desire to further my marketing and business efforts, in order to gain more recognition, more readers and more sales. Through research, I have discovered a book published by a company looks much more professional than a self-published book. Also, that it is possible to begin your own publishing company, even if it’s just for the sole purpose of publishing your own work. So, I thought and thought and thought…

And The Village Poet Press was born!

Yes, it is a real business, and shortly all my books will be published under this company name. I figured, if I’m already doing all the work of a full time publishing company, then I may as well give it a name and make it real.

Along with this will be plans to further my marketing reach with specific attempts to gain readership by targeting proper demographics, networking online and off, and doing whatever I can to get the word of my novels out there. Just thought you all would be interested! I’ve gathered some initiative, pretty neat.

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No. Yeah see…. No.


So I made some huge decisions in my life today. And I’ve had coffee, so it’s going to be awhile before I can sleep. So I thought to myself- why lay awake and think too hard, when I can go online and blog about what I’m thinking too hard about?

Ok so I wouldn’t quite put them at “huge” decisions, just very life altering ones. (Ok, I have this habit of trying to type as fast as my mind works, and end up coming up with whole new words. I should write a dictionary. “very life altering” became “verying”. I think I could come up with an awesome new short-hand that way)

Oh, and for once in a VERY long time… my mind draws a blank. (To consider my mind drawing a blank, is when I can count at least two full seconds between thoughts. This was three. Yikes.)

Well, no that’s not entirely true. My mind is  trying to give up thinking too hard about decisions, and give itself fully into trying to work out the plots to books 6 and 7 (I know, a ways away) they are already written (well, halfway. The originals are finished from years ago, the rewrites are half done) and there are some changes I need/have to make, but I am so eager to get to them I have to force myself to not ignore book four. That is the problem, I’m getting ahead of myself. Part of the problem is I know I’m going to have to work on them synonymously or I wont be able to get them out on time. Same with book five. Depending on the route I go with book four, book five is going to have to be altered quite a bit and a lot of work done on it. Am I getting ahead of myself?

You betcha

But you gotta realize… these are stories that have been going around in my head for over fourteen years now. These are stories I’ve been dying to tell for over a decade. The internet and ebooks are finally allowing me the opportunity to do so. I get excited about my stories, my characters, and I want to share them. I want to talk about them. And honestly, despite how often people tell me I over think things…. I must admit, in some situations, there’s nothing I enjoy more than over thinking something. Especially my stories. So while I’m working on book four, I can worry about the plots and how to finish books five, six and seven. Because I feel what’s coming up just happens to be really exciting, and I want to share it, like I said. But first I have to make sure it’s perfect (in which I mean the best I can possibly do, because my readers deserve my best.)

Oh, this big decision you’re wondering about. I quit my job at the store. The reason being I have another opportunity opened up to me that will allow for much more happiness and much more energy. That, and I’m sick of the drama. It was wearing me down.

So, this new job I’m getting, of which I will divulge info on later, will allow me also more energy to market myself as an author, work on my blogs ( I want to work on blogging daily here, and on my Legends of Sangue page. I have some followers and some readers, but none as many as I would like) if these books mean so much to me, I may want to put the effort into showing my readers how much I care. I don’t want to just throw out some descriptions and rough advertising and move on. I live for these stories, these books are my partial career, and the focus of many daily thoughts. It brings me happiness. I want to share that feeling.

Now my mind is just wandering into a sleepy oblivion. Maybe the answers will come to me later. Good night, everyone.



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My name is Stacey, and I am an Abibliophobiac


I am, and I am not ashamed to admit it. I realize I still have some things on my Kindle I haven’t yet read, but I can’t help but think “What happens after I read them?? Then what??”

Ok, so this post has been sitting open for awhile. Why? I have a boo-boo? Yes, but that’s not the whole reason. I want to make dinner, and don’t know what to make, so I decided instead to stare wonderingly into the distance, hoping the stale, stagnant spring-but-not-quite-spring air outside my closed window may offer some dietary suggestions? Well, ok so that’s a good portion. All it can suggest to me is curried garbanzos and organic white jasmine rice. Or, well, maybe my stomach is saying that to me, and my taste buds are going along with that suggestion. Step two. Actually getting off my lazy patootie and walking myself out to the kitchen to make it.

Instead, I blog about it. Because blogging about it is much easier than making it when I’m feeling this crappy.

“But you’re a poet, shouldn’t you be off in authorland authoring some words onto electronic paper with your dictionary and your imagination guided by your penchant for grammar nazi-ing and furrowing your brow and drinking your brown liquor in the forever-stereo-typecast ideal of the typical poet?” Well if I am a stereotype writer, I ought to go find my spectacles, turn on my phonograph for some classical pleasure listening, and sport my top hat.

No, I don’t wear glasses. I don’t have a taste for brown liquor- I am a vodka girl, I don’t wear top hats, I wear fedoras (true fact, by the way, though I put my fedoras away for the windy/snowy season) I do grammar nazi, I don’t furrow one brow but two, I am listening to classical music though on my ipod and not a phonograph, and my imagination seems to be bogarted by my appetite at the moment.

And Microsoft Windows XP Spelling and Grammar Check- “Bogarted”, according to google, merriam-webster.com, thefreedictionary.com AND dictionaryreference.com, IS indeed a real word, used correctly in my paragraph.

Sheesh, apparently Windows is more of a grammar nazi than I am- however, I wish it would get its facts straight because it tells me things are wrong when they’re right, and it doesn’t correct some things I mistype. Luckily, in most cases, I know I mistyped them and fix them myself.

Oh boy, perhaps I am the stereotype writer, just a modern day one.

Also, a very hungry one.

Also is not uncommon for the typical writer and/or human being during dinner time. Although, I think I am using it as an excuse to employ my amazing procrastination abilities to good use, though I have signed off Facebook, I took that to be a sign of personal growth and encouragement. But here I am, having exchanged needless Facebook procrastination time with blogging about curry, stereotypes and procrastination. I can’t help but feel like a very high maintenance novel, in which no matter how many words I use, they just aren’t good enough.

Not until I eat, anyway.

“Make dinner” you say?? Never! And I repeat Never!! (No, now read it again with a fake British accent. There you go, now you have the full effect. Pretend I’m swilling some form of strong alcohol in a wine glass, with those spectacles and that top hat. Perfect.)

Oh, have I yet mentioned exactly what I am avoiding? No? Ah yes, the elusive and yet oh-so-desirable and not-yet-created genius of Book Four.

Seems I have this problem with every book. Especially the ones that are already completed. I WANT TO CHANGE THEM. It’s like taking a sculpture that hasn’t yet been kilned, and having an undeniable urge to reshape it. If the book has been published and I get the desire to “remold” it, or change details facts or plots, I can say to myself “Ha Ha it’s published you can’t touch it! Neener Neener!”

But this… This.

This is unpublished, unfinished, oh so moldable and fixable and ready to be manipulated into something entirely new if I so desire. And I so desire.

“But what’s wrong with the old version?”

Are you kidding? How, and I repeat, HOW can you even ASK that??

It’s old.

It’s unnew (now that isn’t a real word) it’s unchecked, unedited, untouched for so long. Yes, there’s small details I must change due to changes I made before publishing book 3, which I had to change due to details I changed in book 2, which I had to change due to details I changed in book 1…

But why change minor details? Why stick with that? Why not go out and change THE ENTIRE THING?

Wipe the slate clean with my old fashioned electronic handkerchief, pour myself a shot of warm brown liquor, make a toast to my old efforts as a poet and CREATE A WHOLE NEW PLOT.

Oh the temptation, the temptation! Pick up my electronic pen and have a whole new go at this! Change it! Reinvent a whole new world! Why MUST they say what I already have written down, when my characters can say WHOLE NEW WORDS? Why must their actions remain the way they are when they can do something ENTIRELY NEW? Just change the WHOLE DAMN THING!!

“But Why??”

Because I’m the Poet.

Because I CAN.

But really, should I?

Maybe not while I’m this hungry.

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Is This Supposed To Be Saint Patty’s Day Themed?


Have you ever had one of those nights that so many thoughts are going through your head you can’t keep track of them all? They rush by so fast you can’t grip a’one of them greased pigs to hold them still long enough to figure them out.

Of course you have, we all have!

Well that’s the night I’m having. That’s the night I’ve been having for the past week. It’s put a damper on my ability to sleep and function like a normal person might (whatever normal is, and whatever my ‘normal’ happens to be.)

As I think to myself, “What do my precious followers want to read from me tonight?” A number of things go through my mind. The ones that slow down enough to glimpse? My penchant for being a Grammar Nazi? NAH. Music? MAYBE. Probably not. WRITING. Maybe! Maybe? Um, the new book I bought (called “The Well-Spoken Thesaurus” by Tom Heehler) but that may just lead me into Grammar Nazi mode and nobody wants me to go there.

We’ll go with writing. It has the least amount of “hell no’s” attached.

First, I must say, “You Can Do It” By Ice Cube (which just started playing on my new Ipod) is not the appropriate music to read literary quotes with.  There we go. Bach.

Our subject being Poetry, I propose to speak not only of the art in general but also of its species and their respective capacities; of the structure of plot required for a good poem…” -Aristotle, The Poetics.

Along with wonderful suggestions on how to word things not so commonplace, which is helping my writing tremendously, this book also has some damn fine quotes.

Anyway, that’s right… writing.

I wish us writers were still referred to as “poets”, regardless of whether we write poetry or not. Once upon a time, anyone who took up a pen and parchment was referred to as “the poet” and I believe that term had a certain sort of (pardon the pun) poetical aspects to it. Also, a respectable aspect as well.  We may be seen as flighty, or scruffy, artistic and maybe a little odd- but it was well respected. Nowadays, I tell someone I’m a writer, and they say a noncommittal “oh, how nice” and move on. Has it now eluded the common man that writing, no matter what it is that is being written, is no more simple or commonplace than it is to paint a masterpiece of art?  After all, writing is nothing but a painting of words, a mural pieced together by those of us who see words for all the fine color and beauty they are.  I am both an artist and a poet (in the modern literal and past respective meaning of the word) and I tell you, it feels exactly the same to paint as it does to write. The same places in my body, mind and soul are active- and what, besides these two functions (and music) can you say awakens all three parts of the complete human?

Out of many who shrug it off as more-or-less an “eccentricity” or “laziness” to be overlooked or “tolerated” from me when I say I am a writer, are the ones who assume I am in it for the money. This bunch I like to refer to politely as “ignorant”. Everyone has heard of the term “starving artist” Well then, “starving poet” quite applies in most scenarios as well. Furthermore, even if I was somehow “getting rich” from my writing, I’m appalled at the inference that money is the only reason I do it.

The Utopians wonder how any man should be so much taken with the glaring doubtful luster of a jewel or stone, that can look up to a star, or to the sun himself.” Sir Thomas More, Utopia

It is because of these attitudes that I consistently fight the urge to feel lazy and unfit during the times I am writing, or sitting down to write. As we all know, writing takes time, and trying to figure out what to write takes longer. To sit here and do nothing but think, and wonder, and come up with ideas to discard and reexamine, then discard again, looks to others as a waste of time (trust me, I wish I had great amount more time in which to devote to my writing).  They say I should just write the whole time I set aside to write, if I should set aside any at all. To me, that’s like trying to paint a rainbow without mixing your colors. You can’t make a truly believable rainbow with the only three prime colors Red, Yellow and Blue. If I don’t contemplate my words thoroughly, then one of two things happens: 1. It comes out poorly and fake. And 2. It doesn’t come out at all. Everyone knows that writers can “suffer” from writer’s block on a fairly regular basis- I don’t need to feel lazy on top of it. It just distracts me from all the magnificent writing I COULD be creating.

It was only that, having written down the first few fine paragraphs, I could not produce any others- or, to approximate Gertrude Stein’s remark about a lesser writer of The Lost Generation- I had the syrup, but it wouldn’t pour.” William Styron, Sophie’s Choice.

I realize times have changed quite phenomenally, even from when I was a little girl, curled up in bed with a book begging my mother to let me finish “just one more chapter” before bed (then trying to see how many chapters I could get in before she came back to “remind” me that I was allotted just “one” more chapter- I can’t tell you how many books I finished this way. “I’m almost done with the chapter, I promise!”) to nowadays, when the most reading I do on days I don’t write includes the horrendous forced short-hand of texts with the even more horrendous awareness that current education is failing this new generation- It’s appalling. I’m not saying one has to know how to spell to magnificent proportions, or that short-hand is a bad thing (with 160 word limits on my texts, I am a sad-to-say habitual user of texting short-hand myself) but the attitude looked upon (and down) the written word, the lack of effort put into its productivity and completion, the lack of caring one has pertaining to the way they “sound” when they write is… how should I put this delicately? Borderline stupidity? Ignorance not to be ignored? Ignorance of the worst kind, indeed. Regardless of the technological era and the fact that our children nowadays can name hundreds more video games than they possibly could species of flower or animal or even book titles, people still fail to realize that more than half of communication we do (ESPECIALLY during this technological age, with the internet readily available and texting now easier than dialing a call) is WRITTEN. Why can we not find it in ourselves to learn to use our words properly?

By profession he is, or has been, a scholar, and scholarship still engages, intermittently, the core of him.” J.M Coetzee, Disgrace

I’ll admit now, I am little less than screwed if I did not have my computer’s spell check (from a publication standpoint, where professionally published novels and their readers are unforgiving of more than a couple spelling errors). But I do not turn it off and I do not choose to ignore it- I learn from it. Every red underlined word I find I MUST understand WHY it is “wrong” (if indeed it is). This creates new learning every time I write. Whether it be that I mistyped a word I know, and how to train myself from making the same mistake again, learning to spell a new word or even an old word I can’t for the life of me remember how to spell- it isn’t a cheat. It’s a learning tool. Did anyone ever refer to a dictionary as a cheat? I use dictionaries, thesauruses and the internet to define words for me all the time, and often learn better ones to use in their stead. In conclusion: Words just fascinate me. Maybe I’m being too harsh on the rest of the world to say they should learn to spell correctly. Maybe I’m sounding pompous. Or maybe, just maybe…

This new “trend” of short-hand texting coupled with the deplorable education system of this nation is driving me crazy. “What” is not “Wut”, “Brother” is not “Bruther”, “Psycho” is not “Syco” I mean, I realize many schools start out their kindergarteners and first-graders with their words using phonetics and sounds- but then they seem to forget to teach them the rest. English is not a sound-based language, sad to say. The WORST advice I got BY FAR in school was this: “Just sound it out.”

Oh boy, I think I’ve trailed into Grammar Nazi land again. I realize I’ve dedicated my life to the written word (among other things) but it is not my place to correct others, I realize that. If the urge to correct others drives me this insane, perhaps I should have pursued being a teacher instead (I’ll pass).

No, us poets were meant to learn our words and utilize them to the best of our abilities. Not everybody is meant to be a poet. Just like not everyone is meant to be a mathematician. As I am sitting here complaining of the atrocious spelling I find all around me, somewhere out there is a Math Nazi blogging “Why can’t they just learn simple division??” Or “She” in my case. There’s my own piece of humble pie, served straight from Humbledoore to my ego’s mouth-watering appetite.

Chomp Chomp. Nom Nom.

… And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief…” T. S. Eliot, The Waste Land

There is something to be said for the technological age. The fact that I can cart around 1000 (more or less) books in something the size of a paperback novel and read it wherever I want. That I can listen to Bach and Beethoven with headphones as I write and not madden the others in my vicinity. THAT I HAVE THE ABILITY TO WRITE AT ALL. This computer, a modern-day poet’s savior. I have written well over 3,000,000 words in my 19 years as a writer (my first published writing was a well-worded book review at the age of nine) I could not even get half that down (or anywhere close) if all I had was an ink pen and parchment. Everything I’ve written by hand, I’ve altered and added upon transferring to an electronic device.

But, in my stubbornness, my penchant for the old fashioned, and in yearning for respect as a writer, I still maintain it would be fantastic if us writers were once again referred to as the “poets” of our society.

Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power, Cheerful, for the freest action form’d under the laws divine, The Modern Man I sing.” Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass, Book 1 “Inscriptions”

I am by no means laying claim to the theory that my writing is in any way shape or form better or worse than my fellow poets. But I write from the heart, always. Leaving me to leave you with this one last quote, taken from the book but with no explained source:

If his performance was not electrifying, at least it was believable.

Thank you, and Happy Saint Patrick’s day.




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The Celebration Begins!

Destroyed, Book Three of The Legends of Sangue is now available for purchase at Amazon.com!!

To catch up with the series, books one and two are on sale for the low price of $1.99 for a limited time only!!

Click here to purchase Blood of Darkness, Book One of The Legends of Sangue

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And of course,

Click here to purchase the brand-new Destroyed, Book Three of The Legends of Sangue


Thank you all so much, my wonderful readers and fans! For without you, this would be impossible!

Stacey Katheryn


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Debut Cover!

With less than three days to go until the publication of Destroyed, Book Three of The Legends of Sangue, I bring to you…. The cover! Feel free to give me your opinion, and check out snippets and such here: Destroyed


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Destroyed, Book Three

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