Of Men and Pirates

I can’t imagine a time where my choices, my thoughts, and what I did or who I did it with would be governed by a man.  I can’t even imagine that now.  My father, who I have blogged about was not a good father, nor was he, in my opinion, a great role model.  Reading countless books about historical figures and even historical fiction really shaped my opinions of great men.  Ones that I can admire, ones that I can relate to on some level.  Usually, they were men who were forward thinkers.  Ones who respected women.  Of course I can’t say that about all men, my personal experiences have been varied.  I myself have been the victim of abuse from men, as well as their superiority complexes.  Not all men are like that, and I know this for a fact…I was fortunate enough to raise two fine young men who respect women and treat them accordingly.

I can’t imagine a world without men in it.  After all, you need men to make babies.  Not physically, not anymore, but even that has changed as science has figured out ways that women can have babies with or without the man factor.  Is this good?  Yes and no.  For a lesbian such as myself, perhaps it would have been at some point in my life.  Now that my boys (conceived the good old fashioned way) are grown and gone I think back to when I wanted MORE children and am grateful I didn’t have the means to do so.  I’m done with diapers.

As a Lesbian Fiction writer, I use men (and women) as antagonists.  As I delve into historical romances, in a male dominated society, I find myself resenting, on the women’s behalf, the patriarchal societies I am learning about.  Now, I am looking at it from a point of view that we have freedoms they did not.  We are still fighting for some of those freedoms.

PIRATED LOVE and its sequel PIRATED HEART take place in the 1500’s.  Of course most of the things I read about are male dominated and male oriented stories, historical facts, etc.  But what about the women?  There were some women who not only were beyond their times, they dominated it.

In PIRATED LOVE, coming out soon, we have a Pirate known by the name of Black Betty who captures a ship, carrying  a woman, who becomes her bride.

Lady Claire Von Hagen was en route to the island of Baleniesia, in the Caribbean, to meet the man her father had dictated she would marry.  Lord Von Hagen, Governor of Baleniesia, ruled his island and his daughter with an iron fist, and he had determined that marriage to the distasteful, but wealthy and titled, Sir Edmund Fitzhugh, would be most advantageous.  Lady Claire was sailing to Baleniesia to submit to marriage when her ship was captured by pirates.  Her abductor, a pirate Captain known as Black Betty, had other plans for Lady Claire.

Claire had never experienced love of any kind, and she had certainly never conceived of the things that went on between two women.  Black Betty taught her things that surprised her, and the freedom she experiences with this woman, and their developing love, capture Claire’s heart.  From the islands of the Caribbean to the shores of Canada, and on from there to the continent of Africa and the Orient… together they experience things both had only dreamt about. 

Will they survive the dangers of the high seas and the first years of a relationship that neither expected to find?Pirated Love Full Cover D

I hope, this first of several historical novels I have planned in this and other era’s is a delight to you and that you’ll spread the word.

In the meantime, take a look at my FIRST historical novel

THE JOURNEY HOME.The Journey Home Front Cover

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Forty-Nine FEELS like Fraud!

1Today on what is my forty ninth birthday I’m reflecting (what author doesn’t do a LOT of THAT?)

I mean, it REALLY feels surreal to realize that I’m this age!  Where does that time go?  Forty Nine though SOUNDS like you are faking that you aren’t really in your FIFTIETH birth year (btw, someone wished me a happy fiftieth and I corrected her VERY frostily).

I mean, I could say, I’m 29 and holding…but then I want to know what am I holding?

I could say I’m 29 with 20 years experience, now THAT sounds plausible.

But 49?  When the hell did I get this age?  I don’t consider 49 to be old!  I know I don’t LOOK it! SexyKAnne

I KNOW I’ve been genetically blessed and on a REALLY good day, can pass for my 30’s.  But 49???  How the hell did I grow up?

Well, since I wasn’t supposed to live to see my 35th birthday, I’ll take it! (Do you believe in Miracles).   Each and EVERY year is a blessing.

Yes, I’m older, the body is falling apart, but I am HERE.  I’m writing fabulous stories, none of which would have been published it I hadn’t taken a chance in 2001 on an experiment!  I’m here, I’m queer, and look out at what I plan to STILL accomplish!  Yeah, the body is not in the best shape, but cancer, broken and sprained bones, and illness will plague it!  I’ll be that little ole lady that bitches and moans about the aches and pains, but I’ll do it with a sense of humor and a sparkle in my eye…I’ve earned each and every worn out joint, each and every break, and each and everything that I’ve overcome!  I’m a fighter, I’m here to tell you!

Meanwhile, as I contemplate my FIFTIETH birth year….I’m gonna relish EACH and EVERY day!

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Macerating Malice Book 18

Alice is ALIVE!

Where has she been?  What is the explanation for the missing months between her and her wife?

As Kathy listens she is horrified to realize what has happened to the woman she once called the love of her life…

How she survived begins to unfold as she describes the terrors that she has endured the last two years…


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I’m not fond of doctors.  I don’t hold them in ethereal awe as all-knowing.  Instead, I think of them as a necessary annoyance.  You might ask why and I’ll tell you it is probably because I’ve had more poking and prodding than the average person should.

You see 14.5 years ago I was given a death sentence and while it was ‘only’ four to five months that I was to live, I chose instead to become a human guinea pig. (BLOG) As a result, I obviously survived.

Here’s the thing though when you survive.  They want to know WHY.   As a result they want you to come in at least once a month for that first year, twice a year after that, until finally it’s a health check once year.  I’m not the most patient of people and I didn’t go in for years.  As I get older though and other health concerns come up, I go in a little more frequently.

This last summer I had pneumonia.  In fact, those of you who met me in New Orleans for the Golden Crown Literary Society conference may not have known it but I was sick…very sick.  I hid it quite well, had a good time, but there is much about that conference I simply do not remember due to the way I was feeling.  When I got back from the trip I went directly to the hospital, I had the car rental guy drop me off there!  Walking pneumonia turned to viral pneumonia and that hung on for eight weeks!   The doctor called for a follow up visit a couple of weeks ago because pneumonia is one of those things that can come back easily.  So I went in on a Thursday in October for a chest x-ray.  They called me on Friday because there was an area of concern that they had seen over the summer that seemed to be worse and they wanted an MRI.  That MRI was Monday.  As I left, the technician said we will let you know in 5-7 days.  Well, anyone who knows me knows that I’m NOT going to wait that long for any test results.  I went across the medical center to my doctor’s office and asked if there was anything they could do ‘hurry this along,’ as it were.  I said the things going through my brain (yes I am imaginative) would be more damaging than anything physical they could do.  The doctor called two days later.

When you have a mass the size I did over my heart/lung (mine was four inches across) and they shrink it, the body has to fill that empty space.  As a result, calcium can fill it in.  Well this calcium was cause for concern.  Apparently she believed I ‘may’ have a two inch tumor in my heart (or so she said at first) in my aortic arch (whatever that is).  Looking such things up in Web MD, I do NOT recommend.  You will only find yourself ‘sicker’ than you believe with all that helpful information.  My doctor, who is one of the most thorough women you ever want to meet, was meeting with the x-ray people and others because they thought this two inch (whatever) was growing.  Only they thought it was in my lung, over the heart.  Well, I can be blunt and I called bullshit.  You know, knowledgeable and educated people of that caliber tend to be taken aback when you challenge them.  I’m challenging enough but I’m also educated and knowing about what has happened to me.  They wanted to wait three months to ‘see’ if it grew more, as we had from this last summer.  I happened to know that lung cancer is one of the fastest growing cancers there is and I wasn’t going to sit back and wait.  I told her so too.  I also challenged why all the other MRI’s and chest x-rays weren’t available for comparison.

Here’s the thing.  Where I live here in the Northwood’s, they have two health systems.  Apparently they don’t share information…unless you ask.  My doctor, while extremely competent, didn’t have all the information she needed to do the comparison.  I was convinced that the two inch ‘mass’ she was telling me about was a shadow, reduced from the four inch mass that had been there fourteen years ago.  I found it too much of a coincidence that in nearly the same place as I had a tumor before there was one now, it had to be scar tissue.  I told her so too.  So, she sent for the information.  If not from across town we were going to send to Stanford for the results of my experimental procedure and all the data that we could get to compare…before and after.  This all takes time.  As I mentioned before I am not the most patient of people.

I told a few friends, but I also stated, I’m not fighting if this is what they think it is…you see, I fought so hard when I was younger and it took everything out of me.  That procedure was so horrible, I was so sick, that I don’t even want to remember it.  Much of it I have blocked out and forgotten.  I don’t want a repeat of it, in any form.  So, I’ve already made my decision.  I won’t fight it if the fates give me cancer again because I don’t have it in me to fight it again.

Fortunately I didn’t have to make that dire decision.  I was right.  I don’t like saying ‘I told you so,’ I really don’t, but in this case…  The doctor called today to tell me the ‘mass’ is indeed the shadow, the scar tissue from old.  I’m terrible about scarring on the outside, I can imagine what I’m like on the inside where all this went on.  It’s been a rough couple of weeks I’ll tell you, but I got a lot of tears and lot of thoughts out of the way.  It’s amazing how much you introspect when something like this happens to you.  So I’m here for a while yet, to tell more of my stories, to annoy my friends (lol), and to keep going…until next time!

I once wrote about my cancer by giving one of my characters my cancer and some of what I went through. I didn’t have to embellish it, it was dramatic enough.  If you want to read that story, please check out my book GERMANIC here on my website at www.kannemeinel.com.  I recently upgraded my website, take a look around, it’s fantastic what technology can do!

See you around cyber!

My first translated book SAPPHIC COWGIRL in Spanish to VAQUERA SÁFICA

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Looking for Lesbian Fiction in Spanish?  Here is my first translated Novella!

Marley se ha convertido en una exitosa ranchera y criadora de caballos.  Los caballos Gypsy Vanner se han convertido en su vida.  Ella toma TODAS las decisiones de su vida, de su trabajo, y de su hogar, pero está terriblemente sola.

Alexandra, o Alex como la llaman sus amigos, ha sido independiente y estado sola durante mucho tiempo.  Muy exitosa en su trabajo, el cual le da gran satisfacción, encuentra que estar sola es su desventaja más grande.

Cuando las dos amigas de toda la vida se reúnen después de años aparte, ¿podría la chispa que ahora sienten cerrar la brecha que las separó durante tanto tiempo? ¿Han ambas crecido y superado la mezquindad y la competencia que las guió antes? Como mujeres adultas, ¿reconocerán la chispa como atracción y harán algo al respecto?

Para Alex son muchas primeras oportunidades, ¿podrá sobreponer su vacilación de la atracción que siente por su ex amiga, podrá confiar en Marley lo suficiente como para entrar en una relación sexual que afectará la vida de ambas?


Snowmobiles and my knee

Lapland, Arctic Circle Snowmobile 1  When I was a child I was driving a snowmobile, I must have been about 10-11 years old…far too young to be riding much less driving alone…sure enough I got in an accident. SmallSnowmobiles_sm-16I was riding alongside a snow fence…you know those fences they put up to keep the drifting snow from drifting too far, it creates a snowdrift right next to the fence, perfect for snowmobiles to ride on…or so I thought. snowmobile1My left knee was hanging off the snowmobile an inch too far and I got an inch too close to the fence.  It caught my knee and ripped me off the machine.  It also damaged my knee cap pretty bad.  The snowmobile continued on without me, coming to rest with it’s runners on each side of a tree, no damage to it fortunately.  As I was over at a friend’s house, wasn’t supposed to be riding the snowmobile without an adult (my mom’s edict), and had been going fairly fast in the yard…I was relieved there was no dents or dings to the sled.  I limped my way over to the sled, turned it off, and made my way into my friends house to tell her what had happened.  I immediately started to cry in an effort at sympathy as I had been in accident, probably was now reacting to the pain in my knee, and didn’t want to get into trouble.  Since the sled was okay, the logic of two 10-11 year old kids was, everything is okay…right?   I also didn’t want our parents to know because it would certainly curb our activities (I was a tomboy so we didn’t want that).  I called for a ride home and hid it from my brother who picked me up, as well as my mom, whose eagle eye didn’t miss the bruise…she just didn’t see how severe the bruise was close up.

As a mom, I realize now I should have gone to the hospital for x-rays as apparently there was internal damage and that could have been fixed back then.  But what 10-11 year old thinks like that?  Instead, I hid my limp pretty well, the bruising (which was extensive) as well, and didn’t tell my mother until I too was an adult…but she kinda guessed in that whole mother-knows-all kinda way.   Mom’s…we know things.

Today I hiked into town (since I live in a village outside of a major town in the Big Woods), it’s only a mile.  I consider it my mandatory way to exercise since as a writer I frequently keep myself housebound…you guessed it…writing.  My doctor would be proud at that two mile (one into town, one back) hike…including going to the restaurant I was headed for (Subway, this time), and the gas station to check my lottery tickets (I didn’t win you can tell or this would be a whole different blog!).   I frequently have trouble with my joints due to chemotherapy and radiation from my cancer scare over a decade ago.  But, I can’t help but wonder if my knee is due in most part to hiding my injuries as a child and keeping that secret from my Mom.

Occasionally I will be walking up stairs and that knee just gives out.  It can be embarrassing in public.  It is definitely annoying as I live in three-story duplex and whether I am going upstairs to the bathroom or the bedrooms, or downstairs to the rec room or laundry room…I can get ‘stuck’ on a step and unable to use that left knee properly.  The cat has never been too sympathetic to my maladies…but I notice as she get’s older, she too has troubles with steps.

I can’t help wondering if it’s just the change in weather that has me thinking about my joints and most particularly my knee…or perhaps it was the mile hike in the beautiful fall weather, watching the leaves blow across my path into town, the ones left on the trees changing colors before they too will fall, or if it was the throbbing pain in my knee because I don’t use it often enough?

I don’t exercise as much as I could, but it is a great way for introspection and I have concluded I should have told my Mom that information so long ago.  I also have concluded that kids are sneaky beings who bear watching.  My own, I convinced them that I had eyes in the back of my head…but then that is a blog for another day.

Meanwhile, secrets….they are fun to figure out…

Read my latest SMALL TOWN ANGEL where a small town gal comes to town and brings her secrets with her!Front Cover (2)

Small towns are notorious for secrets … but what if you bring your secrets with you?

Amy Adams arrives in Northpoint, Wisconsin on a Greyhound bus.  Small towns are well known for not taking to strangers, but THIS stranger decides to stay.

Amy has a look around and to her, it ‘feels’ like home. She rents a cabin in the woods outside of town and proceeds to look for a place to open a store.  Renting to own from one of the locals, she soon finds herself making friends and making waves.  She won’t discuss where she is from and has nothing to say about her past.

People are extremely curious. This Southern Belle has them talking.

Abby Shipman, the Chief of Police in this neck of the woods is intrigued by the decidedly mysterious

and straight redheaded whirlwind that has blown into town. It’s curious that she won’t talk about her past and she is certainly uncomfortable around Abby … or is it cops in general?

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A fan letter from Russia

e543_olde_tyme_writing_setWith all the wonderful fan letters that I get via email, social media, and…occasionally…via snail mail this one stood out.  Because, not only is it from Russia, but she tries so hard to master the difficult language of English.  I can only imagine how hard that is.  I can only imagine how hard Russian is!  I am however pleased and thrilled to have heard from her and want to share her wonderful letter.   Enjoy!

Dear KAnne!

My letter is not going to take much time from you. I just would like to express my respect to you and  everything you are doing and say thanks for that.  I am very happy you are reading the letter!Thank you very much!

My name is Inna Baskakova. I am twenty three years old. I live in a small town in the South of Russia.

I have been studying English for seven years. My best dream ever was can speak, write and listen English.  Time ago I  found your books in internet. I was so impressed by your way of thinking!! I was compleatly charming! And everything thank to your  personality! You are the wisest author I have ever read! Your good works dont let me give up studying English! When I am feel so bad and helpless I open your website and watch covers of your books. It is reassuring and i feel able to study again. You are who give me the power of spirit to go ahead. And  you are beautiful woman! I know you are very strong person and very talented author.  One day I would love to be like you – beautiful,intelligent, wonderful!!! You are unlike the others. There is something about you.You are the queen of the genre. You are truly master of writing. Thank you very much for inspiration!
It was always attraction to me the USA, the language, the culture, the literature!  I am dreaming to visit it one day!
As there are not english teachers in our town(nobody wants to work for a small salary), our children cannot learn English at school. So happened to me. I started learn English by myself when i was sixteen. English is hard to stydy. i must say:) But i was studing. Now I make a lot of mistakes but i can write. But I cannot speak. I have nobody to speak English to. But my deep desire to know the language doesnt permit me quit. I speak with myself. Every day whenever i have time for it.

Thanks to the web i am able to download your books. That is so beautiful!!! Actually i have not much time for reading, as I work. But every evening I open PDF-file and really enjoy reading.  Reading is a better world to me. It is a miracle.

I would love to be an English teacher. I really desire to read English authors and tell about it to world, to children!! There is nothing beautiful  in the whole world than English language and Literature. I would love to do it professionally. I want to have a degree. I tried enter university for four year but i never pass exams. The next year i am going to do it again.

I am writing to you beacause I would like to ask you for authograph. I would love to have one. I know i should study more to become a real reader of your booksl but you are who give me an inspiration.Thank you very much for your writing and your beautiful way to live!   Thank you very much for reading my letter.

Blessing.With all my respect and love.