a little more about the novel...

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Storyboard vision in pictures. :)

 

Nathaniel Keegan: Confederate Soldier   

Toksa

kimxx

Book Cover For Novel

This is a public domain painting of the Texas Hill Country which is where the novel is set. I am not delving in deeply with terrain, landscape, weather ~ the setting is second to the story which is about family dynamics and relationships. I would love to effuse poetically about it all as I do love reading such things. But of course everything in moderation. 

I am warming up to the concept of Ebooks and self-publishing which is really something I was against for a very long time. I had an all or nothing attitude, wanting only publishing througn a well-known publishing house and getting a literary agent. I am shy and I think doing things on my terms and not having my back against the wall is so much better for my disposition. 

Marketing will be the wrench in the gears. How to get noticed and how to sell your book... I always hope:  if it is good, they will buy. :)

I have had this dream for many, many years and have been writing since I was eleven years old. Not brilliant, but authentic. That seems to be my word not just for the year, but forever & always.  Authentic. I hope you (when it is ready for the reading and you do me the honor of buying it) find it to be a moving & authentic read.  I hope in this novel I have given that to you. 

A thank you to my friends, brilliant native american women writers who touched my heart, gave encouragment & inspiration to me in the western genre, especially Pat ~ JP Maynor. 

Toksa ake

Kim xx

My Novel: The Proper Order of Seasons 

                 Kimberly Baker Jacovich 

(copyrighted) 

My Stories

I have written several long pieces ~ novel length stories in different " fandoms ."   I have written in 3 fandoms: Magnificent 7, The Big Valley, and Lancer.

My stories are set in this Television Series Universe, but the stories are original, although some of the characters do not belong to me.

LANCER FICTION
       Better Place

**  To See You Again  **Novel

       See No Evil


THE BIG VALLEY
For If The Fall & A Mother's Bouquet

For If The Fall ~ novel
A Mother's Bouquet ~ short story

Untitled Poem

A choice I made
A choice unsure
I pray the journey
I can endure

Afraid of fear
Afraid to turn
I look behind me
My bridge dost burn

I look ahead
A distant black
I rub at my eyes
i shan't look back

kimberly baker jacovich

(substandard)

The song remains the same

I saw you today

because I didn't know how not to

My fingers snake each other

beneath the diner formica table as you speak

in that torpid way of yours

coming from that ancient face 

older than years lived

you speak of lithium 

and lipitor and thyroid meds

and I listen

and then I get the better of me 

telling myself not to dig too deeply

no fifth degree~

not wanting to be played for a fool 

knowing you know how I feel anout truth, but

not knowing the game

the ins and outs of addiction

talking about lipitor of all things

not peach snapple and vodka 

not over-medicating yourself into oblivion

and I need to avert my eyes while you eat

as tuna sandwich detritus 

sticks to a flaccid mouth

dropping to your lap and

when the check comes

you miscalculate 

can't add and I feel no shame telling you

what you owe

 because I am angry and hurt and sickened

as you sing into your purse 

looking for your money

talkng about your smart phone bill

being $500 dollars for one month about apps that remained on 

and your innocence

it was verizon and 

truth never surfaces

never sees the light of day

as you apologise

about being on drugs

about being in a bad place

about your sorrow 

and the whole time knowing you lie, you are lying

and we make another lunch date for next week or the week after next

and I wonder how you fill your days

but prefer not knowing

because it won't matter

it won't change because

"the song remains the same"

and I listen while

my hands roil beneath the diner formica table

kimberly baker jacovich

Choice ~
regretful
in anger
years go
always
overlooking
stepping lightly
moment by moment
(repulsed)
no laughter
no joy
only familiarity 
too many years
being 
nothing
with you

Kimberly Baker Jacovich   10.3.12

slapstick

There is a book. . . 

I might someday write,

Have begun to write, 

Fear tremendously, regret often, loathe vehemently, love fiercely (on those few bright days), hope to complete before my own "slapstick coming to an end".*

*ivan vladislavic

the loss librayry and other unfinished stories

release the mourning

my grandfather gone twenty-five years came to me in my dreams last night.  he was sitting in his kitchen on an old chair.  the room size was accurate but it appeared run down, a hovel, dark, with no furniture, but the one chair he was seated. it was perhaps, how it must look this day.  i don't know for certain, the house sold and bought many times.  a historical home now, at least in age, well over a 125 years.

but that wasn't important in the dream or at least i didn't believe so.  when i quickly looked up the meaning of dreams, seeing your deceased grandfather meant a happy life, which was an odd relief as my scot grandmother had sown seeds of superstition in me, now rooted and vibrant.

and then suddenly i realized why my grandfather had come to me. it was to me like an admonishment of sorts, having been floundering lately, sorrowed and unsure, hearing his voice in my head saying, "look around you here in my house, in my kitchen.  remember in your heart, in your mind, how life use to be, yet this is how it is now.  this house is the past, a good joyous life had, but now you must embrace your own life, your own family, your own home, your own time.  i am your grandfather. i gave to you then, i give to you now ~ your happy life. embrace it! live it!