Pretty in Print


After publishing our poetry book as an eBook, I decided to add content and completely redesign and prettify it for paperback publication. I went a bit crazy with the formatting for the poems, so it took forever. But I love how it turned out! Here’s the new description along with the Amazon link:

[Mirrors: Poetry Anthology (2nd edition)] [karolynherrera.com]

Two teenage cousins loved to write poetry in the 1980s before the internet was a thing. Thirty years later, after marriages, divorces and children, Kari and Terrie’s shared dream of publishing a book is finally realized.

Topics near and dear to their hearts–crushes, breakups, friendship, pets, books and nature–are the focus of poems in this nostalgic collection.

Beautiful, full-color illustrations and personal photos bring their words to life, preserving a little piece of history. This print edition has been reorganized and redesigned and includes additional photos and commentary.


Little Piece

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As a book editor, it is very rewarding to finally be able to say I’ve edited AND published an eBook co-written by me and my cousin. This book represents a little piece of our history.  I’ll include my eBook description and link below.

Two teenage cousins loved to write poetry in the 1980s before the internet was a thing. Topics near and dear to their hearts – crushes, breakups, friendship, pets, books and nature – are the focus of poems in this collection. Thirty years later, after marriages, divorces and children, Kari and Terrie’s dream of publishing a book is finally realized.

[ Mirrors: Poetry Anthology ]
(available on Amazon)


Wednesday’s Wafers XI

Wednesday’s Wafers: weekly series where I share some of my own recent writing.


Glorious
by Karolyn H

glorious

As each day passes
and time rolls merrily along
I understand more and more
why the greatest fulfillment in life
comes not from having the best of everything
or enjoying support and praise from admirers
or even from unlimited knowledge and opportunities.

It comes from the struggle
against your own fears
against the negativity of the world
against the obstacles that you might not even understand
against your past and recent failures
against bad habits and safe choices.

Our human condition is often scary
and painful, and hopeless.
But it is also beautiful
and silly and joyful.

The struggle validates the victory.
Tenacious persistence conquers doubt.
Failures teach humility and patience.

Reaching the goal, finding the treasure, discovering love;
there is nothing that compares to the satisfaction of
knowing that you made the hard choices that led you to this moment.
Knowing that the difficult, or traumatic circumstances you endured
were gloriously worth it.

Designing your life and crafting your character —
what an ambitious endeavor!
Who do you want to be?
How do you want to be?
Who are YOU?

and when I say “you”,

I’m really asking myself…


 

Darkness Into Day

darkintoday

Project quote:

“Holy Ghost with light divine 
Shine upon this heart of mine. 
Chase the shades of night away 
Turn my darkness into day.” 

(Karl F. Smith, “Hymn II”, Apostolic Doctrine and Practice, 2nd ed.; Ed. Eric Beda; 2018)

My thoughts:

Anyone who knows me would recognize that I’m not well-versed in hymns, old or new, due to how I was raised. But I have learned a few in more recent years. The hymn portion quoted above was originally written in the late 1800s. This might surprise you but reading the lyrics brings to mind a favorite song of mine, “The Light” by the band Disturbed, that always makes me happy when I hear it.

It’s a shame that so many people have such a negative view of the Bible and believe that the main theme to be that God is a mean bastard that likes to torment mankind. The true Gospel means exactly the opposite. It is so simple and yet so comforting, especially at times when everything seems to be going wrong in one’s life.

I had the opportunity to attend a candlelight service this past Christmas Eve for the first time. After a bit of research, I’d picked a great place, and was pleasantly surprised by the songs that were performed that we all sang along with. Old hymns and songs about Jesus. I have no real desire to attend church, but I do love to sing, and music, and Jesus. An enjoyable evening, for sure.


Editing projects for weeks ending February 18, 2018:
Nonfiction book, Academic Research Article
Client countries:  US, China


 

Wednesday’s Wafers X

Wednesday’s Wafers: weekly series where I share some of my own recent writing.

Romantic fool strikes again.


Captured by Karolyn H

captured

So many words written about love,
tears, smiles, promises
captured in a song.
Hearts — aching, hopeful, trusting, shattered.

But those words aren’t enough.
A million songs can’t tell this story.

The music I hear
is the soft touch of your soul,
the flames in your eyes,
and the strength of your arms.

When I laugh
I want to share it with you
If I’m smiling, then you’re on my mind.
If I sing, it’s about the bliss you pour over me.

The warrior in you
moves the desire in me.

Pain that washes through me
from separation and want,
is healed by gentle whispers,
fingers caressing, connecting through the screen.

The blazing light of your love is warm on my skin.
It glows and builds in my heart
until the melody is complete.

-11/30/17-

Wednesday’s Wafers IX

Wednesday’s Wafers: weekly series where I share some of my own recent writing.

Return for Chapter 5 of my short story at a later date.

The romantic fool in me wrote this during a two-day period when I’d thought that I’d been abandoned again. Thankfully, I was wrong! But this is what it’s come to: engaging self-preservation mode to prevent weeks of agonizing over someone by condensing it into a 24-hour period of anguish. So, now I can read it and laugh gleefully, feeling safe in my bubble of adoration and addiction.


Pieces by Karolyn H

shards

Even now,
it’s still devastating…
to lose a love
so sweet so pure so unexpected.
Even though I knew it could happen
and I knew that he would stop
if he no longer felt the
same euphoria
that we shared for a short time.

Love is love.
It’s real
It makes me happy
He filled my heart
He loved me
He loved to hear me sing.
And now I cry
and wait to stop crying.
I wonder what he would do if he could see and hear me cry
over missing him.
Still hoping,
but not expecting
to ever hear his magic voice again.

My stupid heart is broken.
It still hurts.
So, I whisper to myself
“just pretend”
go back to who I was before I knew him.
Forget all the beautiful little pieces of him
that he shared with me.
But my heart rejects this.
“Be happy for the love we shared,”
I whisper, determined.
Move on.

But those little pieces poke
and stab.
Instead of sleeping,
I bleed.

-6/14/17-