About me: life as a writer (part duh!)

June 3, 2015: Yay! My novel is finished! Who’s the boss? I’m the fucking BOSS!

June 4, 2015: You know…I just really feel like there’s something missing. I’m better than this. I can do better. I will do better. Aah, fuuuhh…I’m not fucking done!  (pulls hair out and throws wads of auburn at the monitor)

June 5-September 1, 2015: You get it, girl. YAAASSS! You know what you’re all about. NICE! 

September 2, 2015: (sends file to author friend, and friend says the manuscript is not finished) Whaaaht? The fuck do you know, anyway?! YOU’RE A COMEDY WRITER!!! (has daughter read entire manuscript, and daughter cries, it’s so good) YAAASSS! I made my daughter cry! Mission accomplished.

September 3, 2015: I’ve been non-stop with my novel. I need fresh perspective.

January 1, 2016: I am absolutely in love with my novel. I’m ready to move forward.

Since January, I have been writing personalized query letters and synopses to agents, researching and submitting to small presses (one of which requested my full manuscript), and writing my next masterpiece. Writing requires patience, and working toward publication requires even more so. People like my mother have this idea that I should have already been published. Like, “Kindra, you have a book finished, why is it taking so long?” Then I have to get real with her, and sometimes realness bores her, so she only pretends to listen.

Sometimes I just want to shake her. Fucking duh, Mom! Get a fucking clue.

Mom doesn’t like the f word. She thinks I swear too much. Maybe that’s the reason she stops listening to me so often. Ha! 




Published by Kindra M. Austin

Author of fiction, poetry, and very sweary social commentary. Editor, and co-founder of Indie Blu(e) Publishing. Co-founder of Blood Into Ink, and Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen.

24 thoughts on “About me: life as a writer (part duh!)

    1. It’s a long story…there is a publisher I submitted to who wants it, but when I submitted, I hit the end of their publishing schedule. They have invited me to resubmit when they open submissions again. Which will be soon. 🙂

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  1. To my shame I found myself swearing in the lobby of the Odeon with my five-year old in tow, trying to make payment for the multi-storey car park on their automated phone line because their ticket machines were on the blink. We missed the screening because of, it but the people in the Cinema were great and got us in to the next one.

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  2. I have a military mouth. Thus, the carpet bombing of profanity is very real. Now that my little dude is getting older I’ve been trying to ****ing tone it down. It’s hard. I have a giant baby bottle full of quarters as a reminder of my constant failures…

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    1. Haha! You know, I am no longer ashamed to admit that my daughter heard a lot of cussing growing up. I did try to be mindful, but I often failed. As a little girl, she only said “shit” once. And never the f word. Funny, my mother said fuck was my first word. She said it was dad’s fault. The story goes: My mother was pushing me in the shopping cart at the grocery store, and an older gentleman complimented my looks (I was sooooo cute) and suddenly I started saying, “fuck, fuck, fuck” and wouldn’t stop. Hahahaha! My mother actually continued to shop with her little sailor running off at the mouth! I applaud your efforts though, seriously. Plus, I would like to say your baby boy ADORABLE.

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      1. I will be so doomed if Thor’s first word is fuck. Being the stay-at-home dad, the blame will fall directly on my shoulders (even though the wife, who is a literal sailor, drops bombs too). Thor thanks you for the kind words.

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  3. If you were Boston fucking Irish, like me, you wouldn’t even fucking notice that you were fucking dropping f-bombs all over the fucking place (unless you were around children, or at church). If you’re not already fucking here already, you should fucking move here (not just you, fucking everyone should), where you won’t need to fucking apologize for your f-bombs.

    And fucking keep at it, and don’t let them fucking get you down.

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    1. Fuck yes! You’ve got me all fucking riled up now! I wish I were Boston Irish. I’ve always wanted to visit Boston. If I ever do, I’m going to arrive shouting, “Hey you fucking Gregory! Get your fucking ass out here and say fucking hello!”

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  4. oh honey no one swears more than i do hahaha! hard to believe yes i know but truly im awful and i think its funny. ok so taking so long compared to what? some people will work their entire life and never reach the point of where you stand now! whatever time this all takes you from start to OMG YOU WILL NEVER BE FINISHED! you are a writer down deep into your bones! I dont give a shit what the date on the calendar says! there is no measure to what you have accomplished! lets add to the list of all the things that make you so fucking awesome and say all the while you have been growing an independent powerful strong amazing daughter to boot?!! Hell yeah!! I love love love that your daughter read it and cried! that is beautiful and kicks my ass all at the same! This universe has got a plan for you my sweet dont let anyones questions cloud your vision you are incredible!! ok my positive rant is over hahahaa!

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    1. Oh, my gosh! Reading your comment has given me goosebumps! Thank you, thank you, thank you! You’re a fucking jewel! I ❤ you, friend! And hahahaha! Now I'm wondering how many people you and I could offend together, swearing like sailors!

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      1. hahahaha!! oh i usually offend at least one each day hahahaa! sometimes ill even apologize for shocking them but never for what i say hahaa fuck it! people tend to take themselves way to serious for my liking i mean im never gross…ok thats a lie ahhahaaa! i totally ❤ you too! you have big balls and red hair omg how could i not love you?!

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        1. I was the grocery store one day, and I saw a woman I used to work with, so I decided to sneak up on her and surprise her. In the Health and Beauty, she was bent over looking at cotton balls. So I bent real close to her face, and I said in her ear, “Why don’t you get the fuck out of my way?!” She stood up, red faced and frightened. “I’m sorry!” she said. And I was so humiliated–she wasn’t who I thought. I kept telling her I thought she was my friend, and that I was so very sorry, but she just kept backing away from me. Bahahahahaha! I left the grocery store with my cart full in the Health and Beauty. Gaaahhh, how embarrassing!

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          1. HAHAHAHA! OMG! Okay that is funny!!!! im cracking up right now ahahahahahaaa! sounds exactly like something i would do! ahahhahaha!!! backing up away from you like what? i mean really you said sorry!! wtf some ppl scare way too easy! ahhahaa! you are a freaking riot!

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