K.B. Webb's Blog
August 28, 2013
Writing a book can't be that hard, right?
"Writing a book can't be that hard, right?"
It's not hard at all. All you have to do is come up with an original story line, characters, back story for said characters, supporting characters, original interactions that occur between characters, and moral of the story.
It's not hard at all. All you have to do is find an editor, and cover designer, and formatter, and beta readers.
It's not hard at all. All you have to do is spend months upon months staying up late writing. Avoid contact with friends and family for weeks at a time so you don't lose the 'magical writing flow' you're convinced you have going, only to go back weeks later and rewrite the whole damn thing.
It's not hard at all. All you have to do is emotional invest yourself into something so personal to you that you feel like you left your bleeding heart on your laptop for the world to see, judge, critique and fucking hate if they want to.
Basically, writing a book is a cake walk. If the cakes are made with blood, tears, and cyanide. So you're right, it's not hard at all.
It's not hard at all. All you have to do is come up with an original story line, characters, back story for said characters, supporting characters, original interactions that occur between characters, and moral of the story.
It's not hard at all. All you have to do is find an editor, and cover designer, and formatter, and beta readers.
It's not hard at all. All you have to do is spend months upon months staying up late writing. Avoid contact with friends and family for weeks at a time so you don't lose the 'magical writing flow' you're convinced you have going, only to go back weeks later and rewrite the whole damn thing.
It's not hard at all. All you have to do is emotional invest yourself into something so personal to you that you feel like you left your bleeding heart on your laptop for the world to see, judge, critique and fucking hate if they want to.
Basically, writing a book is a cake walk. If the cakes are made with blood, tears, and cyanide. So you're right, it's not hard at all.
August 26, 2013
Release Date
Reflect Me now has an official release date of September 24th! Ahh! I can't wait for yall to read it!
May 21, 2013
Reflect Me Teaser #2
*Teaser has not been edited and is subject to change before release of Reflect Me*
After having a great lunch with Wynee and Justin, they left to go visit Justin’s dad. Logan and I stayed behind because I refused to leave The Creamery without some ice cream. As I scarfed down my double scoop waffle cone of chocolate chip cookie dough, I caught Logan looking at me out of the corner of my eye. He was licking his lips.
“What, do I have something on my face?” I frantically started wiping my mouth fearing I had ice cream everywhere. Logan gave me one of those token laughs and shook his head slowly.
“No, not at all Cookie. Your face looks perfect as always.”
“Cookie? Did you just call me Cookie?”
“I did. I’ve decided that’s my new nickname for you. Everyone calls you Molls, so I wanted to be different.”
“You can’t call me Cookie!” It wasn’t meant to, but it came out as a bit of a growl.
“And exactly why the hell not?” He honestly looked offended and a little angry. Damn he was hot when he was angry.
I took a big lick of my ice cream cone. “Because, I feel like you calling me Cookie is you implying I eat lots of cookies, therefore, implying I'm a fat ass, and I don’t like implications Logan.” He took his thumb and ran it across my bottom lip. When he pulled it away I saw he had a little bit of cookie dough on it. He ever so slowly put his cookie dough coated thumb in his mouth and sucked on the tip of it. That was hands down, the sexiest damn thing I had ever seen.
“I would never think you were a fat ass, because your ass is amazing. I’m going to call you Cookie because that’s what you are. You are the best kind of cookie there is, a little hard on the outside, but sweet and soft on the inside, mouthwatering, made to perfection, and I could eat you all day long and never get sick of you.”
“Oh.” That was my only response. I knew my cheeks were bright red, but there was no way in hell to not blush at that. Did he just say he could eat my all day? Oh dear God! Logan Reed was going to be the death of me, and my vibrators batteries!
After having a great lunch with Wynee and Justin, they left to go visit Justin’s dad. Logan and I stayed behind because I refused to leave The Creamery without some ice cream. As I scarfed down my double scoop waffle cone of chocolate chip cookie dough, I caught Logan looking at me out of the corner of my eye. He was licking his lips.
“What, do I have something on my face?” I frantically started wiping my mouth fearing I had ice cream everywhere. Logan gave me one of those token laughs and shook his head slowly.
“No, not at all Cookie. Your face looks perfect as always.”
“Cookie? Did you just call me Cookie?”
“I did. I’ve decided that’s my new nickname for you. Everyone calls you Molls, so I wanted to be different.”
“You can’t call me Cookie!” It wasn’t meant to, but it came out as a bit of a growl.
“And exactly why the hell not?” He honestly looked offended and a little angry. Damn he was hot when he was angry.
I took a big lick of my ice cream cone. “Because, I feel like you calling me Cookie is you implying I eat lots of cookies, therefore, implying I'm a fat ass, and I don’t like implications Logan.” He took his thumb and ran it across my bottom lip. When he pulled it away I saw he had a little bit of cookie dough on it. He ever so slowly put his cookie dough coated thumb in his mouth and sucked on the tip of it. That was hands down, the sexiest damn thing I had ever seen.
“I would never think you were a fat ass, because your ass is amazing. I’m going to call you Cookie because that’s what you are. You are the best kind of cookie there is, a little hard on the outside, but sweet and soft on the inside, mouthwatering, made to perfection, and I could eat you all day long and never get sick of you.”
“Oh.” That was my only response. I knew my cheeks were bright red, but there was no way in hell to not blush at that. Did he just say he could eat my all day? Oh dear God! Logan Reed was going to be the death of me, and my vibrators batteries!
Reflect Me Teaser #1
*Teaser has not beed edited and is subject to change before release of Reflect Me*
“I think I just heard a truck door. I guess that means Logan’s here.”
I got off the couch and laid Lyric down in her swing. I wasn’t excited at all to meet Logan. All I had heard for years were crazy stories about him. The last thing I needed was another one of Brian’s dumb ass friends making my house their new hangout. I loved Justin so he was welcome anytime, but the other random douche bags that were at my house every other day constantly tested my nerves. I guess I was about to add another one to the list. Great!
Wynee and I walked through my kitchen to the front door. I heard the sound of two voices I knew to be Justin and Brian outside and the sound of a third, deeper voice which I assumed belonged to Logan.
After walking outside it took my eyes a few seconds to adjust to the darkness of the night that was only lit up by one light under the carport.
Then I saw him.
He was talking to Brian and whatever he was saying was making him smile. Dimples. He had dimples. Shit. That’s my weakness. His skin was tan and he had a day or two worth of stubble across his rugged face. His eyes caught the light for just a moment and I saw the most amazing shade of bright blue with a hint of gold around the edges. His lashes were dirty blond just like I assumed the hair under his baseball hat was. He had on a blue t-shirt that looked like it had seen better days with the sleeves cut off. His arms. Dear God those arms. He either was blessed with the body of a Greek God or he worked out religiously. His shirt was tight against his stomach and I could have sworn I saw the outline of his abs. His jeans were a light colored denim and fit him perfectly. Just like his shirt, they had obviously seen better days. They had rips in both knees and looked thin from years of washing. His jeans were tucked inside boots that looked distinctly like work boots more than dress boots. When I ran my eyes back up his body, he was looking directly at me. His eyes crashed with mine and for a moment the world stopped around me. All I could see was this beautiful man staring at me. Looking at me like he had known me for years. There was a familiarity in the way he smiled at me. That perfect smile made my knees week. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak. I wanted to live in this moment for forever. Because, for just a moment, it was just me and this man who, for some reason, instantly made me feel complete.
“Molly, this is Logan, Logan this is my girlfriend Molly.” Brian waved his hand between the two of us. I should have said hello, said it was nice to meet him, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t form words through the knot in my throat. Wynee shoved my shoulder lightly and when I looked at her she had one eye brow raised and a look that said 'you better explain all this to me later.'
“Nice to meet you Molly.” Logan spoke and I lost it a little more. His voice was like velvet. Smooth and with a slow Southern drawl at the end. I realized at that moment I could listen to him read the phone book and I would love every minute of it.
“You too Logan. You need a beer?”
“Yea that’d be great, thanks.”
I basically ran in the house before he even got a chance to answer. I just needed a minute. A moment to breathe because around Logan I felt like I couldn’t. I gave Wynee a look that translated to don’t follow me. I couldn’t explain to her what just happened right now. I had no fucking clue what just happened. I closed the front door behind me and leaned against it for just a minute. Dear God. I about lost my shit, and my panties, within 2 minutes of meeting the guy. What the hell is wrong with me! I pray Brian didn’t notice that, because if he did I would be getting shit for it later and I knew it.
Deep breathes Molly. Yes, he is beyond handsome. Shit they needed a new word to describe that man. But that is totally beside the point. I knew a man like that would never want a girl like me. Stretch marks and broken heart, that’s me.
“I think I just heard a truck door. I guess that means Logan’s here.”
I got off the couch and laid Lyric down in her swing. I wasn’t excited at all to meet Logan. All I had heard for years were crazy stories about him. The last thing I needed was another one of Brian’s dumb ass friends making my house their new hangout. I loved Justin so he was welcome anytime, but the other random douche bags that were at my house every other day constantly tested my nerves. I guess I was about to add another one to the list. Great!
Wynee and I walked through my kitchen to the front door. I heard the sound of two voices I knew to be Justin and Brian outside and the sound of a third, deeper voice which I assumed belonged to Logan.
After walking outside it took my eyes a few seconds to adjust to the darkness of the night that was only lit up by one light under the carport.
Then I saw him.
He was talking to Brian and whatever he was saying was making him smile. Dimples. He had dimples. Shit. That’s my weakness. His skin was tan and he had a day or two worth of stubble across his rugged face. His eyes caught the light for just a moment and I saw the most amazing shade of bright blue with a hint of gold around the edges. His lashes were dirty blond just like I assumed the hair under his baseball hat was. He had on a blue t-shirt that looked like it had seen better days with the sleeves cut off. His arms. Dear God those arms. He either was blessed with the body of a Greek God or he worked out religiously. His shirt was tight against his stomach and I could have sworn I saw the outline of his abs. His jeans were a light colored denim and fit him perfectly. Just like his shirt, they had obviously seen better days. They had rips in both knees and looked thin from years of washing. His jeans were tucked inside boots that looked distinctly like work boots more than dress boots. When I ran my eyes back up his body, he was looking directly at me. His eyes crashed with mine and for a moment the world stopped around me. All I could see was this beautiful man staring at me. Looking at me like he had known me for years. There was a familiarity in the way he smiled at me. That perfect smile made my knees week. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak. I wanted to live in this moment for forever. Because, for just a moment, it was just me and this man who, for some reason, instantly made me feel complete.
“Molly, this is Logan, Logan this is my girlfriend Molly.” Brian waved his hand between the two of us. I should have said hello, said it was nice to meet him, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t form words through the knot in my throat. Wynee shoved my shoulder lightly and when I looked at her she had one eye brow raised and a look that said 'you better explain all this to me later.'
“Nice to meet you Molly.” Logan spoke and I lost it a little more. His voice was like velvet. Smooth and with a slow Southern drawl at the end. I realized at that moment I could listen to him read the phone book and I would love every minute of it.
“You too Logan. You need a beer?”
“Yea that’d be great, thanks.”
I basically ran in the house before he even got a chance to answer. I just needed a minute. A moment to breathe because around Logan I felt like I couldn’t. I gave Wynee a look that translated to don’t follow me. I couldn’t explain to her what just happened right now. I had no fucking clue what just happened. I closed the front door behind me and leaned against it for just a minute. Dear God. I about lost my shit, and my panties, within 2 minutes of meeting the guy. What the hell is wrong with me! I pray Brian didn’t notice that, because if he did I would be getting shit for it later and I knew it.
Deep breathes Molly. Yes, he is beyond handsome. Shit they needed a new word to describe that man. But that is totally beside the point. I knew a man like that would never want a girl like me. Stretch marks and broken heart, that’s me.
