K. E. Ireland for President

I’m announcing my intent to run for President of the United States of Murika in 2020. I think I would be the best thing ever to happen to this country considering I don’t think I could do much worse.

  • I promise to bring fresh cat memes to the White House.
  • I promise not to promote my children to office, since I have none, that won’t be hard. Although an infant’s temper tantrums would be more understandable and reasonable.
  • I will, however issue one feline companion to every person working in the White House and install a kitty flap in the door to the Oval Office.
  • I’m opening applications now for Secretary of Litter Control.
  • I will only hire cabinet members from Old Friends Sr. Dogs Sanctuary and other local shelters. Their pedigree of cute will be all they need on their resume.
  • I vow that I will not go on Twitter and insult foreign nations.
  • Nor will I start fights with the American people then block them. I will only be on Twitter to deliver terrible puns and proclamations that my cats are assholes.  
  • To all people who buy and review my books on Amazon, I’ll issue ONE Presidential Pardon Coupon. They’re not really worth anything, but it’ll be something to put on the wall.
  • Although, Presidential Pardon Coupons can be exchanged for a free 11×17 poster of choice if you see me at a convention.

(BTW, this is a joke. My vote will forever go to Deez Nuts.)

TOTALITY

I started a publishing company, as a few people may be aware. I’ve signed 2 authors, and, as of today, have one book in review for printing. I’m aiming to have it for Imaginarium. I hope there are no delays…. x.x 

So that’s super exciting going on. I’m looking forward to selling it. The cover was done by our lovely NAni, they’re going to be the artist for the TOTALITY series. super fun :)

I’ve gotten my new covers for books 2 and 3 of the Natan Fleet Show fixed and in review now too. I’ve still got copies of the old cover left to sell, so there’s not so much rush to get those done as it was for PTH. Which IS done. I’m taking 48 copies to Imaginarium. The two copies that got presold are in their owner’s hot little hands. I sincerely hope they enjoy! :)

in the meantime, I’m going to rest a moment. Its been GO GO GO for so long I’m tired.

IN THE MEANTIME PLEASE CHECK OUT DANGER AROUND MOUNT PALLIN

Like, subscribe, reblog, post around random places! Make all your friends look at it! :D 

 

Imaginarium

I’ve finished getting the new cover for Playing the Hero fixed and it’s now up for sale once again. I’ll be taking copies of it to Imaginarium in Louisville KY too, though, so if you want it signed, come an GET EM! :)

Beyond that, work on the publishing company I’ve started (Moirae Publishing) is proceeding. We’ve got 2 authors signed – aside from myself – and we will have one of those books (Totality: The Militiaman by J. D. Huffman) available at Imaginarium as well. 

I’ve not had the chance to really focus on Shaxia. :( I’m working on getting people to delegate some tasks to in order to free up more time for me to write, but life has been very busy lately and I haven’t even gotten to play on Tumblr much either, so its not like it’s been all fun and games for me.

But I have been working on the webtoon Danger Around Mount Pallin. We have two chapters posted. We will have chapter 3 posted shortly… If you like, subscribe, and share the comic, send me proof and I will mail you a poster! 

Also check out the Patreon for sneak peeks of stuff, like descriptions of aliens, scenes from Shaxia, pics in progress from my slave ARTIST, and more!

Just a reminder

I have a Patreon.

I’ve recently combined it with Clockwork Joker’s in order to produce more consistent and variety of updates. We’ve already got like 5 week’s worth of stuff in the queue. We’ve got a new project going for a web comic on Webtoons! It’s called “Danger Around Mount Pallin.” Set in a world run by magitech clockwork, the land turns its time and seasons like the sweeping hands of a clock, Mount Pallin in the middle, a looming mysterious peak that can be seen from anywhere in the world. 

This story is for the Discovery contest Webtoons is running, so it would be grand if you could support us with likes, shares, and talking about it to your friends. It’s gonna be fun!*

We have some sneak peeks on the Patreon for it, but in short:

  • Art by Clockwork Joker
  • Story by K. E. Ireland
  • Color by Dance of Thorns

 

 

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*in the only way I know how to have fun, which involves torturing the cinnamon rolls. MWAHAHAHAA 

its been 4 years

Since I made this post.

And while the issue is still here, its getting better. I’m glad I live in an age where the whole Ghostbusters team can be women with a derpy hot dude as their secretary. 

I really like that some of the most interesting characters in the Marvel universe are the women, like Shuri, and we’ve finally gotten past that whole “The worst thing a woman can be is infertile.” (yeah, well the worst a man can be is infantile, and that’s not stopped most of them.)

I need to do better in my writing too. Goes back to that whole Representation theme. I do plan on giving Mirith Hayden her own books; making her face the fact that she’s built her life out of trying to be perfect for a stupid boy and if he’s gone, then what’s left of her?

Colors

When I was little, I lived in Germany.

We lived in a rented house off base, out in a rural area. The whole setting was a study of verticals. We lived on a steep hill that was great for sledding. There were gentle rolling mountains with cattle trails where civilization stepped back to a time before cars. Local farmers would drive cattle up the road every weekend, taking them to market. I remember that my sister told me that the brown cows gave chocolate milk. The house we rented was three-stories; each level was its own apartment. We lived in the middle. The people above us stomped and I was fascinated by how they could be so loud. I think they were a single mother and a couple of little kids. She had red hair and was American.

I remember the fog and snow more than the blue skies or sun. Sometimes the fog would be so thick it could limit sight distance to the length of an arm. It was a white a blanket of muffled isolation that my sister and I still had to forge our way through to get to the bus stop at the top of the hill.

The road to school was long and narrow with fields on either side. I couldn’t talk to the bus driver, but he thought it was funny when I made animal sounds at him. I recall the bus being generally empty most of the time. If it had other children, they didn’t register on my mind enough for me to remember them now. Likely they were children that went to school on the base and generally shunned me because I was weird, or they were German children I couldn’t talk to anyway. The most vivid moments of that bus ride were the ones with an overwhelming color; the bright green of the fields on either side or the heavy fog.

The neighbors were native Germans. I had a memorized phrase to ask if I could play with their children. I don’t really remember playing with the kids there, though. They seemed disdainful towards me. They had rabbits and chickens in pens in the back yard. It was there that I realized that “lucky rabbit’s feet” weren’t lucky for the rabbit. The idea that bones and toenails are beneath that brightly dyed fur bothers me and I haven’t touched one since. This was once a living creature and it was killed for its foot. Likely not just for its foot, but I was doing good at the time to comprehend that it was undoubtedly dead and what that meant.

Bored with my own back yard and solitude, I went to visit them once. I was in a sitting room at the back of the house. My sister hadn’t accompanied me. I was with the man of the house though I’m not sure how old he was, I think he may have been their grandpa. He was a quiet and gentle man, that couldn’t speak English. Maybe if he could, he could have told me not to grab that wasp. His granddaughter was playing piano in another room; laboriously plucking Moonlight Sonata in the Summer heat with all the windows open. She had no interest in me. She was several years older than me and not interested in my sister’s company either, though they got along better than I did with anyone. The window in the room looked out into the dusty backyard chicken coop. Afternoon sunlight streamed in, bright against the shadows of the room. A wasp landed on the window sill; its body jewel-yellow and glistening black. The German grandpa was nice and put ice on my sting, but I didn’t go home even then. 

After all, no matter where I went, I’d be in pain and alone. 

Now that I think of it, perhaps I was being babysat because my sister was at her dance class. She got to do a lot more things than I did. I don’t know if it was because I hadn’t expressed any interest or if I was too young…

I played in the back yard by myself a lot.

Once, I was pretending to be Paul Bunyan. I was pretending to be a giant as I stomped among the overgrown grass and swung a jump rope around like a scythe. I was lonely and not at all entertained by my imagination. The overcast sky suited my mood. I wanted a companion of some kind, and that’s when I found a bright red cardinal. He let me pick him up. I wanted to feed him but I didn’t know what cardinals ate. I called him Peter. Peter was a good bird, he didn’t bite or struggle, so I assumed he was okay with me holding him. I showed him to Dad, hoping that this was the start to my career of being a Disney Princess. Dad took him from me and threw him into the field behind the fence in the back yard. I was devastated and went inside to spend the rest of the day sulking.

There was no point to this post, btw. Just talking about myself.

I’ve been hiding this draft away for a while now. Not sure if I want to publish and expose myself to the world. But I guess now is a good time as any. It will get buried by newer posts and hidden away and no one will ever find it.

I have anxiety and depression and these are some of my earliest memories containing those feelings. I don’t know what caused it, whether it was biological or induced by circumstances. This is just a thing I’ve come to realize will never go away. It may have something to do with why I worry about what others think of me and also have something to do with my outlook on life in general. It’s taken me a long time to get where I am, but in a way I’m glad of the journey and the lessons learned.

Even though thinking back on it now makes me sad because of how lonely and ignored I was. Living off-base in Germany was certainly hard. There wasn’t anyone my age with a shared language I could talk to or play with. I had no friends in school either. Nothing really connected me to anyone there except location. As a result, I talked to myself a lot, made weird noises all the time, and lived in my head during school hours because it was better than getting told to sit down and shut up by an abusive teacher in first grade. When she wasn’t ignoring us, she was yelling at the class. She watched me sit and chew my bangs off with safety scissors one time. 

Its CAT LOVE between two CATS~

 

I got nuthin today…

I’ve been busily working on Shaxia, though. So there’s that! 

 

Here’s a snippet:

 

Daharn would have climbed the wall if he could find any kind of hand hold.

“Nyxa!” Hasabi huffed as she came barreling out the door after. “Get back here and put on your panties!”

The toddler cackled from around the bend. Hasabi was soon out of sight as well.

 

 

yeah… that’s Natan’s offspring for sure. :)