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Thursday, August 1, 2019

August Happenings

I wanted to talk a little bit about some of the upcoming author events around town. Local authors are part of the Las Vegas culture that gets lost in a sea of entertainment not directly connected to the casinos. But we're here and there's nothing we love more than meeting with the community. A single adult or child can make our day so special, so please, if you have time come check out what we're doing in our latest adventure.


Tuesday, July 2, 2019

The Social Media Addiction

 I know most of us have a love/hate relationship with the Big Three; Twitter, Facebook and Instagram. I for one have thoughts I assume will make brilliant, witty posts and share them on all three platforms. Then I'd sit back, and wait for the notoriety—not. As it was pointed out to me by the very intuitive Melissa Miller with Solstice publishing, your post is merely a blip in the airwaves after it's been released. Up until then, I'd always assumed my whimsical words would be greeted with admiration and a certain amount of awe. But she was right. As soon as the last letter slipped through my fingers and I hit post, another member of the social media frenzy had plastered a posting of their own, knocking mine into the graveyard of forgotten ideas.

I soon learned that I needed to be diligent if I was going to compete with the ever changing stream of thoughts, memes, and latest polls to see if  Buffy the Vampire Slayer should of chosen Angel over Spike. This new found knowledge came with a plethora of responsibility. No longer was my digital life carefree, I needed to stay connected—all the time. I started turning my phone on first thing in the morning, and then when that wasn't enough, I stopped shutting it at night. I'd get in the trilogy routine;  Facebook, Twitter and then Instagram. Always in that order. It didn't matter what time of day it was, the line-up never changed. I found myself spending more time looking at my phone then at my husband or the movie he'd just put on. I was obsessed. God forbid I'd get lost and forgotten in the midst of the million selfies and quirky comebacks. My integration into social promotion had to be stellar, spectacular, an explosion of the finest thoughts, words, pictures and cleverness, I could plaster in an hour—in hours of each day. After all, I'm an author. In charge of my destiny through saturation. Get noticed, get heard, get sales.

But then something happened. It was unexpected, unwanted, and undeserving. My mom had an accident. The world as we know it was turned upside down and inside out. The focus needed to shift; not only for me but for my entire family. Mornings spent with coffee and a few thousand friends on Facebook became trips to the hospital. Keeping up with the latest Twitter trend became hours of sitting by mom's bedside watching reruns of Murder She Wrote. And Instagram had fallen into the forgotten file of, I don't give a f---. I began to realize that the disconnect  was not the worse thing in the world. I knew this because one of the worst things was unraveling before my eyes with my moms health. What I had begun to learn, was balance. Remaining vital in the social community is part of what I do, who I am. But I came to see that I can do both. I just needed to let go a little. And being with mom, caring for her and enjoying my time with her, showed me that. The advice Melissa gave was right, it was my execution that needed a little toning. I doubt when she made that post that she thought I'd jump head first off the deep end and somehow land in the shallowest of water. I misinterpreted her words, forming a literal idea and running with it.

Now, I've learned to stay connected when I need be and set the phone down when I don't. The new rule I've created for myself is to put the phone away after 7 pm. It's difficult at times, old habits die hard. But then I remind myself of all the moments I might have missed with mom and all the ones I could miss now. Besides, everyone knows Buffy belongs with Angel. I don't need a poll to tell me that.

Wednesday, June 5, 2019

A New Release by K.C. Sprayberry, Crèche Terrenium

A galaxy under attack… youth out of control… extreme measures are called for… until the citizens are faced with impossible choices.

Good day and welcome to the release of Crèche Terrenium. This book was written many years ago, when I was first starting out in my writing career. I submitted it to Millennial Science Fiction and Fantasy Magazine as a 5,000 word short story. This was during the days of snail mail submissions and waiting months on end to hear back from the editor in chief. To my surprise, I heard back rather quickly, about six weeks. Figuring they’d laughed and sent me a letter telling me that I should quit writing, I waited a couple of days before reading the bad news. Well, it wasn’t a contract to have the short story published in their magazine. What I did get was a letter telling me that the then editor in chief loved the concept of my short story and wanted me to develop it into a full book before resubmitting.

The full book was written, critiqued, edited, rewritten, etc. over a period of six months of sleepless nights and fingernail chewing days. I finally resubmitted the new story to the editor in chief per her request, only to hear back nearly immediately. The thin envelope pretty much told the story before I opened it.

Turns out while I was breathing life into this novel, the editor in chief had been replaced with someone else. That individual bluntly informed me that they were no longer interested in teen sci-fi books, as “teens didn’t read.” Who was I to argue? I knew the book was good. All I had to do was wait for the right time and place to present it to the world.

The time is now. The place is here. Enjoy!

The Melane Galaxy has a problem, one that threatens their very existence. Led by a reporter, Susannah Tilotsen, the citizens demand a solution to their children terrorizing people. Yet, when Chairman Marcus Sterling institutes the Crèche system, Susannah feels deep shock and dismay.

The children will be taken from their parents and raised by a computer designed to educate and monitor them. No adults will have interaction with the youth of the galaxy. The overall goal is to create good citizens of the youths rather than out of control hooligans.

Is this solution good intentions by the leadership? What if a parent protests the loss of their child? What choice do they have?


Youth out of control… Citizens demand a solution.

The Edict…

A law enacted to deal with recalcitrant children lays the blame on their parents. Only a computer can properly change The Melane Galaxy’s youth and turn them into good citizens. Chairman Sterling must force people to realize that parents aren’t right for raising children.

The Reporter…

Susannah Tilotsen discovers she’s being used by a government attempting to parent children. She soon realizes no one is safe from this new law. The loss of her beloved husband and her daughter being forcibly taken to Crèche Terrenium drives her to organize a group determined to stop this madness

The Boy…

Ripped from his loving home, Joey Dinaldo is taken to Crèche Terrenium after government troops find him living with his parents. He works hard to be a good citizen and obey the rules but soon discovers he can’t support a system designed to turn children into uncaring robots.

The Computer…

Master, the computer system that will raise these children, controls every second of their lives. Yet, there is no one to maintain the machine. The computer never thinks it needs to be repaired, even as the control it exerts slowly erodes. It is perfect, and fights to keep from being destroyed.

Rebels refuse to stop fighting until they have closed down the Crèche system and returned the children to their parents. Or find them a guardian. All of them are willing to do whatever it takes to end this madness… but at what cost?

Amazon print book: https://amzn.to/2XowPcp


Black words on the creamy parchment in her hand numbed Susannah Tilotsen. Shivers racked her spine; fear deadened her fingertips. Her grip loosened and the document fluttered to her feet. The forty-something man in front of her caressed his silver-shot sable hair before spreading his hands. She watched the public façade take over as the benevolent leader of a fractious, crumbling galaxy smiled. She knew better. His duplicitous expression sent chills up her spine.

She looked at the settlement she was reporting on to a galaxy awaiting a solution for a growing problem. The gray on gray buildings depressed her. The same hue was repeated in the walkways and latticed worked fences enclosing the twelve living areas. The children who soon call this place home would have no relief from the depressing shades of grey.

About K.C. Sprayberry

Living a dream she’s had since she first discovered the magic of books. K.C. Sprayberry traveled the U.S. and Europe before finally settling in the mountains of Northwest Georgia. She’s been married to her soulmate for nearly a quarter of a century and they enjoy spoiling their grandchildren along with many other activities.

A multi-genre author, K.C. Sprayberry is always on the hunt for new stories. Inspiration strikes at the weirdest times and drives her to grab notebook and pen to jot down her ideas. Those close to her swear nothing or no one is safe if she’s smiling gently in a corner and watching those in the same room interact. Her observations have often given her ideas for her next story, set not only in the South but wherever the characters demand they settle.

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Tuesday, April 9, 2019

Amazon—the trickster

By the title of this blog, you might think this is a bitch session directed toward Amazon, it's not. This is more of a question I'm sending out to the universe with the hope my voice carries to the ears of our beautiful lady, and she has time to bestow a little wisdom. Because in the grand scheme of things that the world is facing, my is merely a blip within a blip within a blip. A non-issue to most everyone on this planet, with exception of a few authors, who like me scour their author page daily, hourly, minute to minute—you get the picture.

For non-author friends, when your books are established on Amazon, you can create an author page on Author Central. This is the place you can track your sales, see your rankings, and drown in tears most of the time. But on those days where the planets align and your ranking shines, it makes up for the misery. Anyway, I'm getting off point. The question...

Dear lovely, gracious, wondrous Universe,

Could you please, if you have a free moment, explain to me why Amazon insists on continuing its game of teasing me with a day of climbing the rungs of the author ranking, only to leave me dangling? For days I revel in the glory of seeing that little line nearly reach the #1, only to be equally crushed because I have no idea which book...books, are the reason for my spot light of glory. And, by the time Amazon catches up and updates, the books have begun to fall in ranking again, and my brief light of the sun has darkened with black of a new moon—no stars. This is a daunting occurrence that has continued to plague me over the last several months. So, if there is a morsel of time, and you possess the answer to unlock my treasure chest filled with frustration, I'd greatly appreciate it.

Your humble follower,

Vicki-Ann Bush

Tuesday, March 12, 2019

LGBT Community Center, The Parliament House, & Alex McKenna


Everyone and anyone who knows me, heard of me, or crossed paths with me, has heard of Alex McKenna & The Geranium Deaths. How do I know this? Because I've been shouting about this character, and the first book in the collection to any warm body I can find.

Alex was born from a special place in my heart, and the idea that everyone belongs. This blog is to thank the Las Vegas branch of the LGBT Community Center, for their gracious agreement to host the launch of Alex McKenna, and to The Parliament House Press, for making it a reality.

Although Alex doesn't officially come into the world until October 01 2019, and the Community launch isn't until Oct. 12th, preparations are underway. It's a crazy, busy time for me, my family and friends, and I want everyone involved to know that none of this would be possible without you. This dream is becoming reality, and I couldn't be happier. When The Parliament House offered me the contract, my insides flipped, and when the Community Center agreed to host, my heart burst! Add family and friends flying in for the day of the launch, and the icing was sweeter than any other.

So from the bottom of my heart please accept my gratitude, love, support when YOU need it, and hugs!!! Many hugs!!!