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Hello, and welcome…don’t worry about leaving the lights on or checking the doors, trouble has already found its way inside. It has been patiently waiting for you to relax. So sit back. Relax. Enjoy your peace of mind… until I make you question it.

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   Lastest/New Release(s): Forgotten

  Now on Audiobook: Survivor’s Guilt •  Grave Wax • Floaters • Buried Memories Waiting Out Winter  • Six Days

Kelli,  thriller/horror writer, podcaster, and puddle jumper


 

Cobwebs

Wow, it got dusty in here! Sorry about that. But I’m back… let’s clear the cobwebs.

With the shutting down of the Buttercup of Doom podcast, I shall return to more regular posts on the website. After all, a girl still needs a platform to lament, right?

In the meantime, how about a quick update? (Sure, Kelli!) Hmm, I fear I might have been hanging out with myself for too long, I’m now answering myself when I type. Oh, and then speaking about it in third person. Why does the voiceover sound like me though? I want a better voice actor!  Okay, so I may have gone a bit stir crazy in here by myself. We’ll work that kink out as well. Where were we? Oh yeah… updates:

 

  • There’s a new facebook group for fans, a better way to have open conversations than some of the other options.
  • I have a short in the upcoming anthology Welcome to the Show, edited by Matt Hayward — very exciting premise and TOC in that one, check it out.
  • yes, I’m writing a vampire novel.
  • yes, I will have something fun and weird for Scares That Care Weekend this year (as well as the vampire novel) and it involves an artist

 

I think that covers it. Life was a bit tactile for a couple years, and while it changed some things (buh bye Buttercup), others will be returning (like the blog!). I’m here. I’m still me. You can’t get rid of me that easy…

Now, where’s the duster? I’ll clean up a little around here and then I need to get back to those fangs…

Scares That Care 2016

stcwWHERE TO FIND ME THIS WEEKEND…

at the DoubleTree by Hilton
Williamsburg, VA
July 22-24, 2016

$40 weekend pass / $25 single day ticket

 

SCHEDULE
Friday
Celebrity Room 5:00pm – 10:00pm

Saturday
Celebrity Room open from 10:00am – 7:00pm
Author Reading Room: (Rooms A&B)   4:00pm – 4:45pm – Yvonne Navarro and Kelli Owen
Buttercup of Doom: 7:00pm (see my table for details)

Sunday
Celebrity Room open from 11:00am – 4:00pm

What will be with me? New to the table this weekend… the new release FLOATERS, the paperback for last winter’s release WILTED LILIES, and now in paperback for those who missed the hardcover opportunity, DECEIVER. As well as my other novels and novellas, some of which are dwindled down to the final few of stock, so grab ’em if you don’t have ’em!!

And this year… something new and fun… yup, I’m up to no good with the swag and goodies. For only a buck ($1/ea) — keychains!

Floaters - Kelli Owen  wiltedlilies-cover72colorBIG   deceiver-cover400   keychains

See you all in a few days…

Something’s Missing

blacksquare2My dreams often feel like warped, twisted, versions of some sort of reality television show filmed by those who failed therapy, ignored their court-appointed rehab, and haven’t been to AA for so long they think it stands for And Another. My camera man is drunk and my special effects crew is on crack. I’ve said both of those things before. After the last week, I believe it wholeheartedly. Because now it seems the set director is on vacation and the intern doesn’t work fast enough.

But I can’t seem to figure out why, what it means, or even how fast Freud would just give up and lock me into a nice safe room with a snug jacket and fluffy walls.

For instance… See the image for today? How many times did you refresh thinking there was something wrong with it? Nope, there’s not. That’s actually just a plain black box of nothing. And the star of my dreams lately.

I don’t remember the dreams themselves most of the time, which is normal after the first cup of coffee, but I do remember the little black squares. I remember they’re not important or even really noticed during the dream, but afterward I could tell you where they appeared. Very strange. See, these black blocks are speckled throughout and simply provide a nothingness instead of details, in a freaky two-dimensional cut-out construction paper kinda way. For instance, I’ll be able to see everything in the room and talk or move around or do whatever it is I’m doing, but the black blocks will be where the detail isn’t finished. Like on top of an end table, instead of knickknacks, lamps or books. Or on a wall, in lieu of pictures. Or even on a menu, rather than actual choices.

It’s very bizarre and seems to be completely acceptable in the dream. Oh if only I could do the whole lucid dreaming thing and pause all the action while yelling at the design crew to finish up.

Of course, my dreams are still wonky, don’t get me wrong. Just this morning I woke from being out for a drink with the girls, in a restaurant located in an old western clothing store where they never took the clothes off the wall or removed the racks of boleros and cowboy boots. Nikki was pissed off because she was enjoying a cigar in the wrong part of the restaurant, and her boss told her she had to put it out and go stash it in her office—for whatever reason I decided to bring it there for her and set it in a dish on her desk, only to have the maid service ask me if they should dump it or keep it. Drew was in the bathroom milking lab mice and using it for some explosive experiment to get his students to pay attention. And of course, the sewage accident that shot dirty water out a port on the wall—the water retaining the shape of the pipe and chasing people around ala the water worm from The Abyss. Yup, perfectly normal dream for me… except the black squares in the bar at the restaurant, on the fishtank, obscuring portions of the bathroom lab, hiding the other items on the desk, and filling in for the faces, clothes or hands of the people at the next table.

Yeah… welcome to my dreamworld, here’s a black square—just put it anywhere.

 

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