Karen the Bad Decision Slayer
Karen White-Owens was born in Detroit, Michigan, and resides in the Motor City with her husband of twenty-one years. She earned a bachelor’s degree in sociology and masterâ€™s of Library and Information Science from Wayne State University. In addition to writing, she is a Library Director at the Lenox Township Library and devotes her free time to teaching essay writing to incoming freshman at Wayne State University. She is also the author of The Way You Arenâ€™t, Now Until Forever, Love Changes Everything, Circles of Love, As Long As There Is Love, and You Are Loved.
Most people who know me are aware that I am a Buffy the Vampire Slayer extreme fan. Buffy was the only show that I watched from the first to the last episode. I must admit that I still mourn the end of the program. In honor of the show and my new release, Youâ€™re All I Need, I decided that I would become Karen the Bad Decision Slayer.
Returning home from an evening of patrolling the streets in search of new authors and slaying all supernatural evidence of bad choices and mistakes, Karen eased through the bedroom window, hoping not to disturb her husband. Tiptoeing past the bed, she dropped into a swivel chair at her desk and flipped the page on the calendar to reveal the next day. Staring at the pages, she gasped.
â€œYouâ€™re All I Need is due out tomorrow,â€ Karen muttered to the silence of the bedroom. She took a quick gaze at her husband, watching for signs that sheâ€™d disturbed him. Hearing his soft snoring, she sighed and then relaxed.
Leaning back in her chair, Karen tossed her weapon, a pink Cross pen on the desk and glared at the blank computer monitor. An image appeared in the right hand corner of the dark screen. The figure crept silently across the bedroom doorway, taking care to stay close to the opposite wall. Karen got a glimpse of green, hanging skin and a narrow, upturned nose from beneath the hooded robe recognized the creature immediately: the demon of self-doubt. Sitting quietly, she watched the creature guardedly while slowly inching her hand towards her weapon.
The entity drew closer to the entrance. At a stealthy, steady pace it stood behind Karenâ€™s chair.
In one fluid motion, Karen swiveled in her chair and grabbed her weapon as she kicked the demon in the gut. Grunting, it staggered backward, banged into the wall and then righted itself. It rushed forward with a raised arm. The lamp light flashed bright on an 8-inch blade. A second kick to the stomach or whatever halted it. The creature collapsed on the floor. With the pen posed high in the air, ready to strike Karen hesitated. She lowered her arm to her side and gazed at the black robed figure. That moment of indecision almost cost her. The demonâ€™s claw like nails swung at her legs, missing by inches. She jumped back and gave it one final kick before stabbing him with her weapon.
A yellow shiny aura shimmered over the creature. Self-doubt, eagerness to be published at all cost, and reviews oozed from his body and drifted into the air before slowly fading to nothing. Hissing and smoking, the demon dissolved into nothing, leaving behind the black robe. Karen lifted the garment with the booted foot before tossing the garment into the hallway.
Weary from the battle, Karen dropped into her chair and swiveled around to face her desk. Her eye widened. â€œWhoa!â€
Karen kicked away from the smooth desktop surface, adding distance between her and the work station. Purple tentacles with pink suction cups cradled the computer CPU like a new infant. Suddenly, the monitor popped on. She watched helplessly as Windows started and began a session of My Computer. A folder titled Promotions opened and each file was highlighted in blue. One-by-one the files disappeared from the folder and possibly the hard drive.
â€œNO!â€ she shouted, pushing the off button on the CPU. When it had no effect, she gazed frantically around for a way to stop it. She dropped her weapon and knocked over a can of soda. â€œNO! NO! NO!â€ Karen cried, righting the can and mopping up the liquid with a tissue. Soaked, the tissue dripped the soda before it reached the keyboard.
The liquid splattered on the purple skin and ate into it like acid. A large orange open wound appeared. Surprised, Karen grabbed the can and poured the remaining contents onto the creature. Burning and hissing followed. It roared, crying out in pain, waving its appendage in the air and the monitor went blank. She took a quick glance in her husbandâ€™s direction. Gary muttered in his sleep and pulled the blanket around his chin.
Karen tossed the empty can at the tentacle hovering in the window and watched it make a hasty retreat down the side of the brick of the house. Folding her arms across her chest, she stated softly. â€œWow! People always said you could clear your house with cola.â€ She chuckled. â€œNow I know.â€
Returning to the desk, she noticed Garyâ€™s eyes were opened. The scorn on his face was evident. â€œDemon?â€
Karen shrugged. â€œIâ€™m not sure what it was.â€ She answered, returning to the desk and sinking into the chair to examine her computer. â€œIt had no place here.â€
Nodding, Gary smiled. Oh man! Karen felt her insides melt as she watched him. She knew that look. He stretched out his hand and Karen rushed into his embrace. She surrendered to the touch of his lips on hers, enjoying his taste and texture. The air in the room became heavy with sexual tension. He pulled her down on the bed and began to caress her body through her clothes.
â€œCome to bed,â€ he asked.
She moaned, loving the feel of him near her. â€œI canâ€™t.â€
Caressing her neck with his lips, he asked, â€œWhy not?â€
â€œI have to finish the edits. They need to go in the mail tomorrow,â€ Karen explained as she disengaged herself from his embrace and eased from the bed. She returned to her computer and pulled the edits from the desk drawer.
â€œYouâ€™re going to miss out on something really special,â€ he promised, rubbing the spot sheâ€™d just vacated.
Karen sighed regretfully, â€œMm-hmm.â€ She remembered the last time she allowed him to sweet talk her into forgetting her work. She paid for it by working non-stop for the next two days. She gazed at the bed longingly and then shook her head. No. She learned that lesson the hard way. It was better to do a little each day rather than to let the work pile up until the deadline.
So, if you read my craziness the moral of the story is if I had it to do again, Iâ€™d beat down self-doubt and allow my creative juices to flow freely. I wouldnâ€™t rush to sign a contract. Iâ€™d give myself time to think it through and learn all the facts before I made a decision.
The monster that ate the promotion files is one that I believe is very important. I did not realize how important promotion is to your book life and career. Today, there are many online resources and places to ask for reviews so that your novel receives maximum exposure.
And lastly, donâ€™t let your family cause you to lose sight of your goal. Yes, you must be attentive to their needs, but your goals are important to you. Learn to balance the two part of your life and youâ€™ll be happier.
Hereâ€™s a piece of advice. Donâ€™t lose the love of writing. We do this because we love to write. Always remember that.
Thank you for reading this silly, crazy blog post. Check out my website at karenwhiteowens.com, read the excerpts from my novels and e-mail me at [email protected].
Iâ€™d love to hear from you. Remember donâ€™t be a stranger.