LUCK
We all know what luck is, right? It’s the random
events that either help or hinder us in our pursuit of our dreams. Some of us
feel that we have good luck and some of us believe our luck (ok I just can’t
resist) sucks. I have heard people say, “If it weren’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t
have any luck at all.” Other people tell me, “I can’t lose. I’m hot, hot, hot.”
But for most of us, luck seems variable. Sometimes it’s good. Sometimes it’s
bad.
Sometimes it’s hard to know if luck is good or bad.
It all depends. I heard a great story once about a farmer who told his neighbor
that his son had been injured. “Oh no” the neighbor replied, “That’s terrible
luck. He won’t be able to help with the harvest.”
The farmer answered, “Maybe bad, maybe good. When
the army came to conscript young men, they didn’t take him because he couldn’t
walk.”
“Oh, so it was good luck after all.”
“Maybe so, maybe not. Because he couldn’t walk…”
I don’t remember the rest of the story, but the
point was that for everything that seemed good or bad, there was another way of
looking at the situation that changed the meaning of it.
When something happens to us, we often don’t know if
it’s good or bad. I published my debut novel, Water Dreams August 2015 with a small publisher who had been around
several years and who I thought would be a great fit for me. Ten days after the
release date, the publisher declared bankruptcy, closed their doors and my book
disappeared from the world. I didn’t even have a chance to buy a print copy for
myself because the print release was scheduled for about six months later.
It was bad luck. A completely unforeseen
circumstance that impacted me in a negative way.
But here’s the thing.
On June 6, 2016, my book was released again, by
another publisher. I spent some time submitting it to publishers and fixing
some problems they pointed out to me. When I found Foundations, LLC, I knew
this was the publisher for me. They are new and provide tremendous marketing
support to their authors, something most traditional publishers do not do. I
was able to keep the original cover, which I loved, because my cover artist is
working with the new publisher. Less than a year later, my book is back in the
world and I have a print copy with more to come.
There’s one last thing I would like to say about
luck. Finding a four leaf clover is traditionally considered a sign that you
will have good luck. Since four leaf clovers are rare, when you find one, it
means your luck is good. However, four leaf clovers are actually not that rare
or hard to find. Everyone thinks they are, because that’s what they have heard
and so no one looks for them. Because no one looks for them, no one finds them
and that makes everyone believe all the more that they are rare. They are
actually pretty easy to find. Try it. Most of the time, if you look, you can
find one in a matter of a few minutes of concentrated searching. The same is
true with our cherished dreams. We think we will need extraordinary luck to
find what we wish for and that it is rare and hard to find. We think events
work against us and hold us back. The truth is that whatever happens is neither
lucky or unlucky. It all depends. It depends on how we look at it and how we
react to it. When we hit what we think is a rough patch, we can give up and
quit, or we can shrug, think “maybe not” and try again.
I hope you all find your clovers and never give up
on your dreams. A lot of luck is what you make it.
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Excerpt from Water Dreams (Love's Siren Song #1)
Eventually, Bas woke up. One minute he lay
loosely in Nik’s arms, half-floating, half propped up. The next moment he was
awake with his face a fraction of an inch from hers, looking intently into her
eyes. Nik knew what was about to happen. She could have stopped it, but she
didn’t. Bas leaned forward and gently kissed Nik on her lips, which had dried
and cracked from the long immersion in salt water. His were soft, full, and
tasted like oranges. She could have sucked on those lips all day. She thrilled
with an immediate, exponential, and overwhelming reaction. Nik jerked away from
Bas. Holding her hand to her mouth, she stared at him.
“What the hell was that?” Nik knew it was
a kiss, but she didn’t want to believe it had happened. She had never had that
kind of reaction to a kiss before. She never wanted to experience
it again. It made her feel wildly out of control and blissfully insane. She
never wanted it to recur, but at the same time, she desperately wanted it to
happen again, immediately. Then Nik thought about Rowan and her feelings for
him. She decided she must be the biggest jerk in the world.
Bas had recoiled from Nik at the same
moment she had pushed back from him, like two magnets repelling each other.
They no longer touched. Bas looked as horrified as Nik felt. They stared
silently at one another. She couldn’t think of a single word to say, and
apparently, neither could he.
Then Nik heard strange, echoing cries.
The sounds seemed to come from below them. She shook her head in confusion,
trying to make her ears do a better job of locating the noises. She couldn’t
figure out which direction the noises originated from, but her ears had not
deceived her. Soon heads popped up all around them. The Nerei had arrived.
Most of the Nerei were unfamiliar to her,
but Nik recognized Deme and one other, the first to make eye contact with her.
“Finally,” Nik said to her. “Now you can
take care of him and I can go home.” The Nerei was a female Nik had seen
before—she was the woman Nik had seen with Bas at the Epiphany celebration, the
woman she had assumed was his mother.
She
looked at Nik, her expression neutral. Nik had the sense the Nerei thought Nik
pathetically slow-witted. Nik guessed she was, compared to the Nerei.
“How do you propose to transport yourself
to land?” The Nerei asked Nik.
The Nerei was right. Nik was out in the
middle of the ocean, exhausted, dehydrated, and lost. Without help from the
Nerei, she would die within hours. While this sank into Nik’s muddled brain,
the other Nerei took hold of Bas and began swimming away. Nik realized they intended
to leave her there.
“Wait,”
Nik called. “What about me?”
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About Katherine:
Katherine Eddinger Smits grew up in Tarpon Springs, Florida.
Although not from a Greek background, she fell in love with the Greek culture
of the town and its close-knit families. Although she moved away years ago, she
still visits Tarpon Springs frequently to visit old friends and classmates,
walk the beaches or shop and eat at the Sponge Docks.
Katherine started writing stories in grade school and always
intended to write novels someday. However, she put off writing fiction while
she raised her family and worked as a clinical social worker at four different
Veterans Affairs Medical Centers around the country. Although she was
devastated to learn that her first career choice—mermaid, was not realistic,
Katherine found helping veterans and their families fulfilling, and managed to
squeeze writing into her life. Whether it was writing clinical assessments,
creating brochures for social programs, or putting together newsletters for
clubs and organizations, she always had some kind of writing project in the
works.
Katherine lives with her husband in Homosassa, Florida and
Falling Waters, West Virginia. They have a son and daughter-in-law who reside
in Chesapeake, Virginia and a daughter in Alexandria, Virginia.
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Excerpt My Past, Your Future:
“I’m not sure I have many answers.” And Elijah wasn’t. He’d figured a few things out over the years, but much of it was contradictory and nonsensical. Still, he relaxed a little, no longer on edge.
“Well, let’s start with you being able to touch people and them able to touch you.” As if experimentally, he placed his hand on Elijah’s. “You’re cold. Are you always cold, or is it the weather?”
Elijah cleared his throat. This was the first human touch he’d had in years, and it affected him more than he’d ever imagined. Not that he’d spent a lot of time wondering because he’d assumed it’d never happen. Should he have tried earlier, or was it, as he suspected, only this man?
Please don’t let go of my hand.
Cautiously, he curled his fingers, holding on tighter.
Callum reciprocated.
“As for temperature. I don’t understand. I don’t feel cold now, and I don’t feel hot in the summer. And summers around here can be brutal, despite how far north we are.”
Callum nodded. “Edinburgh, where I’m from, can get warm in the summer. But we’re closer to the northern point of the country, so it’s temperate as opposed to oppressive.”
His thumb caressed the juncture where Elijah’s thumb met his finger, and little zings shot through him. Like the sound he associated with the electric lights when they turned on at dusk. Of course, the whole concept of electricity was beyond him.
I live surrounded by trees, raccoons, deer, and other woodland creatures, on a mountain in beautiful British Columbia where my fur baby chin poo keeps me safe from nasty bears.
Working for the government by day, I spend my nights writing contemporary, gay, sweet, and dark erotic BDSM romances…and while I firmly believe in happy endings, I also believe in making my characters suffer before finding their true love. 
I live surrounded by trees, raccoons, deer, and other woodland creatures, on a mountain in beautiful British Columbia where my fur baby chin poo keeps me safe from nasty bears.
Working for the government by day, I spend my nights writing contemporary, gay, sweet, and dark erotic BDSM romances…and while I firmly believe in happy endings, I also believe in making my characters suffer before finding their true love. 
