Author Archives: K.T. Craig

With Novelistic Intention…

It’s astounding… time is fleeting… madness takes its toll. But listen closely…

Not for very much longer.

I’ve got to keep control…

The Halloween season is nigh. Being an almost lifelong Frank N. Furter fan, I have a hard time equating how Rocky Horror gets lumped into the Hallowe’en season’s festivities. But I’m okay with it. I guess.

THE LOT (Lower Ossington Theatre) in Toronto is having their annual review of the RHPS. The Rocky Horror Halloween Cabaret. As life is a cabaret, this event doesn’t sound too bad at all! Click on the picture below to get your tickets…but do it fast (like now), because they sell out!

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Segue?

You knew it was coming. It was foretold in the title of this post. I just constantly have the Rocky Horror show in my head these days. Thought I would share the good news about the Cabaret. Toronto needs more Rocky.

On to novels. Last week I extended an invitation for book bloggers and lovers to join my street team. I’ve been getting a great response. I’d like to thank those who offered to join and let others know that it’s never too late. (-:

Street Team members will have an opportunity to read BURN BABY BURN BABY before its release. They will be encouraged to help spread the word, host release day events on their blogs, etc.

I’ve been working hard at completing novels that I have had in the works for a while now. Currently, I’m plugging away at THAT’S ME IN THE CORNER, ALIVE & KICKING and THE BOOK OF YOUR DREAMS. All are young adult. All are near completion. A word of advice, if you are a new writer. Do yourself a favour and finish a project before you start a new one. (-:

The Rocky Horror tie in? The life of a novelist, of course. How can it be summed up? As Magenta once said,

It’s so dreamy, oh fantasy free me. So you can’t see me, no, not at all. In another dimension, with voyeuristic intention, well secluded, I see all.

We must see all, yet not be seen. We must not be found on the page, but we must be fully in it. Novelists are SUCH voyeurs.

So today, I move forward with novelistic intention. I am the little engine that could today. I think I can finish these novels. I think I can, I think I can…

Don't forget to pick up a copy of the Burn! Click this cover to be taken directly to Amazon for pre-ordering!

Don’t forget to pick up a copy of the Burn! Click this cover to be taken directly to Amazon for pre-ordering!

With a bit of a mind flip, you’re into the time slip. And nothing can ever be the same…

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First Lines from my Novel Half Dead And Fully Broken (And STREET TEAM!)

I shared the opening lines of my novel, The Reasons, on my Facebook page this morning. I thought I would do the same thing here with HALF DEAD & FULLY BROKEN, my 2015 young adult release.

With BURN BABY BURN BABY all ready for its December 11th release date (and available now at Amazon for pre-order!), I thought I would give a mention to Half Dead. I’m pretty excited about this one. Not only is it my first novel with supernatural elements, but it’s also a first in a series. I’m tentatively calling it THE CARTER COLBY SERIES. Book II is almost finished. It’s tentatively titled ALIVE & KICKING. I thought that was a nice tie-in with Book I’s title. (-:

Half Dead is with the publisher (CURIOSITY QUILLS, who are also publishing BURN BABY BURN BABY), and it has already been through all editing stages. It’s basically ready to hit the bookstore shelves! The only thing it needs is a cover. (-:

Curiosity Quills hit it out of the park with the cover for Burn Baby:

Burn Baby Burn 1000So, I’m more than eagerly anticipating the cover for Half Dead. I can’t wait to see what they come up with!

If you feel so inclined, please feel free to visit my FACEBOOK AUTHOR PAGE and give it a like! You can also read the opening lines of my novel, THE REASONS, in today’s post there. (-:


Without further ado, here are the opening lines of HALF DEAD & FULLY BROKEN:

People cry whenever I’m around.

My life wasn’t always this way. They used to be indifferent. Before the accident, I sometimes wondered if I even existed at all. Not anymore. Now, all I have to do is walk into a room and someone is bound to burst into tears. Guaranteed.

I don’t really blame them. I haven’t looked in the mirror since the 6th of May, myself. I can’t bear to.

If you ever want to know what it feels like to make everybody around you miserable for life, just have your identical twin die. Trust me. That’s all you need to do.

It’s been only a short time since Marcus died, and if I’m being fair, the wounds are still pretty raw. Mom and Dad crumble whenever they accidentally bump into me in the house. They’ve been trying to keep their distance. Perhaps the shock of seeing their dead son walking the halls, eating his breakfast at the kitchen counter, spacing out in front of his Wii is too much for them. Only it’s not their dead son they’re avoiding. It’s me. Marcus dies and all of a sudden I become the walking dead. Now I know there’s such a thing as zombies. That’s me. Carter Colby, Zombie extraordinaire.


Half Dead & Fully Broken will hit bookstore shelves in January of 2015. Not long now!

Before I leave you, I’ve been researching putting together a STREET TEAM for Burn Baby Burn Baby. If you’re interested in joining the team, please let me know. You can contact me by leaving a comment on this post, or by sending me a quick email at kevintcraig @ hotmail dot com

The Steet Team members will be among the first to read the novel. You’ll be asked to post reviews on or close to the release date…and generally talk the book up on social media. If you’d like to help spread the booklove, please let me know. (-: I’d love to have you on the TEAM!

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Walk the Walk – When Writers Don’t Write

I’m always miffed when a writer happens to mention that they don’t read. What?! What does that even mean? How can one take advantage of that great and powerful learning tool one gets from those who came before them, if they don’t pay attention to those who came before them? I don’t care who you are, you will be a better writer if you actually READ. This is WRITING101, folks.

Although I love writing novels, I’m actually pretty passionate about writing plays too. I’m not going to write plays without attending plays. I always talk about my dislike of the scaffolding of the world. I don’t want to see the surly little man behind the curtain. I want the benefit of kites…without the necessity of string. (I know. I’m speaking in tongues again, aren’t I? Sorry. I will attempt to make sense.) What I’m trying to say is I want to see the magic on the stage and on the page. But I want a flawless curtain between that magic and the mechanics that it took the writer to get to that stage. I don’t want to care about the process. I want to be post-process where I can just sit and enjoy the thing. The thing is the thing, after all. Yes. A play needs a playwright, actors, a director, set painters, wardrobe. It needs SO much to go from the first words the writer pens to the closing curtain at the end of the show.

I feel that if I invest the time it takes to go to a play, to sit in the audience and watch a performance…I will be learning all the steps I’m not taking in. Just by being there. Just by seeing the final product. I will intuit all the scaffolding. I will walk away from every performance having learned how to be a better playwright.

This is also true of the experience I take away from reading each and every novel I read. The process of taking in the story is a necessary process to making me a better writer. We (WRITERS) learn from one another. To think we can go through life in a bubble of solitude and still be a great writer is such a weak and erroneous concept. Don’t. Just don’t. If you want to be a writer, read. If you want to be a playwright, attend theatre. Hell…this is true of almost everything. If you want to be a musician, be a voracious appreciator of music. If you want to be a painter, go to museums…stand in front of a great work of art and stare at it until it no longer makes sense. Stare at it until the colours bleed from the canvas and all you see are dots and brushstrokes and nonsense.

Whatever your passion, you will be better at expressing it if you first (and always) immerse yourself in the works of those in your field who came before you. Always remember to learn from others. A vacuum is not a great place for a writer to exist within. Number one, they will think they’re good when they’re not. Number two, they will never grow. Number three, just…what’s the point? How can one be passionate about some art-form, or what-have-you, if they don’t even appreciate the works of others from that discipline? If you’re a writer who does not read, question your motives. You’re doing it wrong.

When not writing, explore. If your goal is to write novels, read novels. If your goal is to write plays, attend live community theatre. If your goal is to write screenplays, watch movies. This is not a new concept, just something that comes up every time I hear a writer saying they don’t read. For me, that’s almost an impossibility. I write BECAUSE I read. It’s because of my love of writing that I want to be a part of this great and marvelous thing. The arts are propelled by tradition. We see, we appreciate, we emulate. It’s the way the wheels turn. Don’t be a square wheel.

I leave you with Jane Siberry’s SYMMETRY…because it’s the way things have to be…

In case you haven’t heard, my 4th novel BURN BABY BURN BABY is now available for pre-order on Amazon! (-:

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Don’t Dance, Don’t Laugh, Don’t Talk, Don’t Walk, Don’t Sing, Don’t Smile

Don’t. Can’t. Won’t. Shouldn’t. Wouldn’t. Won’t. No. No-no.

That’s a lot of negativity. And yet, such a vast majority of us welcome that kind of negativity into our lives.

I’m ready to say NO to negativity. I worried for far too long about what other people think. DANCE LIKE NOBODY’S WATCHING. A lot of people say it, but who actually lives by this motto. Joy is found in that space where you actually live it, let go and allow yourself to have fun. I suggest you take that first step today. Now.

On Sunday, while watching the Disney World Festival of Fantasy Parade swing past me, Baloo (from The Jungle Book) came into the audience, grabbed my hand and swept me up into the parade. And…we danced.

Even a few months ago, I would NOT have done that. I would have pushed him away, hid behind people so he wouldn’t even have an opportunity to get near me. I always thought about how other saw me…always felt slightly ashamed of casting a shadow.

So, in front of hundreds (no thousands) of people, I danced with Baloo. And it was good. We danced along the court at the end of Main Street, USA, in front of Cinderella’s castle. I’ve never been twirled by a bear before! I never would have let myself have that much fun until now. (-:

Free yourself. Sing on the subway. Dance along the sidewalk. Wear that hat you love but are terrified of people mocking. Wear those Mickey Mouse ears. Be a kid. Shed the shame. You know, it’s perfectly fine to let your inner child wander free. Let your freak flag fly!

freakLife is too short to hold back. When you hold yourself back, you’re only hurting yourself.

Oh, I also met one of my biggest writing inspiration’s biggest characters last week. Dr. Seuss is wonderfully represented in Universal Studio’s Islands of Adventure theme park in Orlando. If you get a chance to visit, look for SEUSS LANDING! You’ll love it! I even rode the caroSeussel!

A Magical Moment in the Life of a Writer!

A Magical Moment in the Life of a Writer!

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