Sunday, May 27, 2012

Impossible? Who says?, by KC Kendricks

One of the coolest things about writing is the amount of information that comes my way. Perhaps I'm a bit off kilter but I hope I never stop wanting to learn. My brain may atrophy one day and stop absorbing information - old age does happen to all of us - but I'm not going down without a fight.


A few months ago a friend who knows me very well sent me a website link. It wasn't a link to a joke or anything because this person knows my hunger for the obscure and the inspiring: http://www.des.emory.edu/mfp/impossible.html
My two favorite sayings there are from Jean-Luc Picard and Seven of Nine. The universe imparts wisdom according to its own rules. Who am I to turn away from it?

"Things are only impossible until they’re not.” - Jean-Luc Picard

‘Impossible’ is a word that humans use far too often.” - Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix Zero One

Are they actual quotes from the realm of Star Trek? I don’t know. The words do ring true to those characters, and from a fictional world or not, impart some good advice. How we define “impossible” often defines how we live our lives, and I think it’s time for a little redefinition in my life.

Too often I’ve listened to voices not my own, and as I look back across my life I wonder what I’ve missed. A lot? A little? The past is unchangeable so I’ll let it be. But as I notch another birthday on the bedpost and enter a new year, I’ll pay closer attention to the future. The characters in my new book may get a second chance, but in real life the ones we need the most are few and far between.

I’m tossing “impossible” out of my vocabulary, and starting a new relationship with “possible.” I may not get far, but then again, I just might. Who says I can’t try?






Available from Amber Allure (an imprint of Amber Quill Press)


Jude Thatcher needs a life fix. He walked away from a serious love affair, lost the job he worked years to get, and his severance pay is dwindling. A little dancing is in order to help clear his head, so Jude takes a stroll to the local nightclub and gets a surprise.

Wynn DeRocher’s talent and ambition catapulted his band to the top of the charts, but he paid a steep price to achieve success. He needs a flesh and blood man, one who understands the demands of his music. He needs the man he let get away - Jude Thatcher.

Wynn pitches a proposal - a lucrative job modeling the band’s new line of logo’d clothing. Jude accepts but both men know it’ll take more than fancy dinners and limo rides to convince Jude to risk his heart again.

To covet might be a sin, but Jude needs a gesture of good faith. And he wants Wynn’s leather jacket as much as he wants Wynn. Almost.

Excerpt:

Wynn held the hip-length coat for me as I slipped my arms into the sleeves, then he let the weight of it come to rest on my shoulders. The jacket was light, but incredibly warm. I flipped open the left side to check the lining.

“Don’t bother. You’d have to cut the cloth to see what the insulating layer is.”

I stretched my arms out in front of my chest. The jacket moved with me, giving just enough to remain comfortable.

“This is a nice jacket. I see why you liked. Does he make bombers?”

Wynn reached in the closet and pulled out a black bomber complete with silver studs and chains. He caressed a front panel. “This is so you, Jude. Take it.”

For a moment, I was tempted. “I can’t accept this. It’s hand-stitched so I’m sure it was expensive.”

“Nine large. But take it. Call it a signing bonus.”

“Wynn, I don’t know the first thing about modeling. You need a professional, or better yet, model this yourself. Your fans will go wild.”

His fingers trailed down my leather-clad arm until they found mine. He hesitated, then stroked his thumb over my knuckles. His voice was so low I had to strain to hear it.

“I knew you were here. I came back to Marionville to find you, Jude.”
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KC Kendricks

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