kate rothwell

When I'm sad, I eat chocolate. When I'm happy, I eat chocolate. When I'm nervous about appearing in public, I eat crackers. Speaking of appearing in public , check out these amazing writers. Wow. I mean simply having one's name next to "Mark Twain." That's fairly amazing.  Alfred Uhry? Holy shit. Louis Lapham? We love him in this house. Go Harper's . Okay now it's go Lapham's Quarterly .  Look at those credentials and those accomplishments. Huh. Who the fuck is this Summer Devon? Oy. I think I'll go find some crackers. In other news, I find the fact that it's snowing/slushing a relief. This is freaking NEW ENGLAND. We needed to awake from the good weather dream. The shoe has fallen and we can get on with our lives. Alas for the dead wisteria blossoms on the vine taking over the house, but we knew this was coming. Stupid overeager plant is at least 10 years old--it should have figured this out by now.

Yes. Jody was right! It was plagiarism. The nice thing is that Eric from Amazon is now a close personal friend, as in I know where he lives and he promises it won't take weeks and weeks to figure out next time. If there is a next time.  They got away with about ten dollars this time. Once they get more than $50, I'll push for the money or legal action more than I do. But I've figured out that this chasing thieves (plagiarists and pirates)takes a big bite out of time/creativity/life and I've put a price limit on how much I'll spend on 'em

Listen, it's easy. Just email me or leave a comment below and you get a FREE copy of my latest book! Yes. It is that simple. Now the drawback: I'll probably put you on my mailing list (unless you're there already). I shall probably look at you with big, sad eyes, hoping you write a review, but I will not nag you. And those two drawbacks aren't so bad. I only email you when I have a new book out. And you won't actually see my big, sad eyes. So it's worth it. Warning: I don't have that many to give away, so let me know soon.    In 2310, Jazz White is one of few surviving soldiers of a hated regime. Now “reprogrammed”, stripped of many of his memories and killing skills, Jazz is an outcast until he’s summoned by the government’s elite time-travel agency and told he must journey to the 1800s. His mission—to protect Eliza Wickman, an English woman trapped in war-torn Spain. Once he arrives in the dreadful place, it becomes clear he’s been tricked. ...

hey Kate, have you heard back from Amazon? Has your pal Jon Fine figured out what happened? Any word yet?  What was that about? Answer : No; not as far as I know; I've had no word yet.  I have no clue. Okay, maybe I did get a clue, from astute person Jody Wallace, who pointed out that it was likely plagiarism-- again. Will I spend time and energy going after this? Now that the book is down, at last, a stake driven through its heart, I'm less frothing and upset. I got used to pirates, after all. Maybe I'll get used to plagiarists. I hope not.

Two of my books are up for awards!! Getting to be a finalist is a very cool surprise--though the winning vote won't go for me (or rather us, since one is a BD/SD book, House of Mirrors). #1 reason: the competition has some good books in there. #2 both are the get-out-the-vote sort of awards and I'm not going to push for them, and is Bonnie. We're both working on books, thank you, though nothing together at the moment. Where are these contests you ask? House of Mirrors is at The Romance Review. the other is at the Sammies and whoops! That one is closed. But I do have this nifty button from TRR. Pretty!  Since we're talking promofomoschmomo here's an article I wrote over at Heroes and Heartbreakers. In which I define qualities of Chick Lit and Young Adult and then decide who did it first.  So yes, I'm a presence on the internet.

This was published in "The Monocacy Valley Review" which hasn't existed for a very long time.  It was my first paid fiction project. BLURRING "What I don't understand is why you said I was a mechanic, for God sake. I hate to get my hands dirty. Why a mechanic?" David is speaking quietly. Has he calmed down? Janice shrugs. She doesn't think he'd pay much attention to any answer she could give and, anyway, she isn't sure why she said a mechanic. Perhaps because he looks like one: thick fingers on a slight, unathletic body. She can imagine him wiping his glasses on a rag he's just pulled from his coveralls, telling the customer that the distributors shot. David and Janice are driving home from a party. They live outside town. David insisted on getting a place for the garden because Janice said she liked gardening. She was enthusiastic at first, reading the seed packages, watching for the first green shoots. By the end of the s...

Hey, about that plagiarized book on your site? I wish you'd send me the money from sales of that book, but you did send me the plagiarists' address and suggest I track him down on my own to get my cash, that's something, I guess. Now it's this new situation that has me perplexed. Someone took the profits from one of my books--a book that was not authorized for sale--and that someone is you. This is from a book I tried to eliminate from your site, but, you told me no, the dashboard is forever. I can't take away anything, just take the book into the draft form and it'll never pop up on the sale page again. You promised! SO imagine my confusion when The Rat Catche r, a book I'd said goodbye and buried forever, suddenly showed up with a BUY IT NOW button. I immediately went to my KDP board and hit the "unpublish button" I hit that baby a lot. Nothing happened. The book stayed up there. So I started writing letters. Here. Let me refresh your ...