Posted in Poems


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Attic Notebook 01.20.19

#wordtickets prompt for #atticnotebook January 20, 2019
Violette – Gold – Sparkle – Cowboy – Mysterious
Attic Notebook – Raw Unedited Fiction from Morning Pages

The mysterious cowboy’s name was Violette. He rode his trusty ostrich into town. He was searching for his soul. He’d lost it in a card game to a man named Sparkle. He had spent the last ten years scraping together every nugget of gold he could find. Now he was going to buy his soul back. He strode into the saloon “I’m here to see Sparkle!” No one even glanced his way. He strode up to the bar. The bartender was a young girl, barely ten years old. She smiled at him, a gap in her front teeth. He gave her a hard stare. “Where’s Sparkle?” She spoke eloquently. “He’s in the church, sir.” Violette nodded and strode out. He opened the door of the little grey church and found Sparkle at the front in preachers robes. Sparkle smiled widely at Violette. “So we meet again.” Violette shook the bag of gold at him. “I’ve come to buy my soul back.” Sparkle frowned. “No can do. It’s already been recycled.”


“Of course. Waste not, want not. In fact you probably met the new owner, she tends bar at the saloon.”

Copyright 2019 Klaudia Grady

Attic Notebook 01.29.19

#wordtickets prompt for #atticnotebook January 29, 2019
diplomat – mount olympus – thru the mirror – gift shop – trail house
Attic Notebook – Raw Unedited Fiction from Morning Pages

If you’d like to reach the Mount Olympus gift shop, you have to step across the mirror lake. Be careful of the waterfall of dreams, many a weary traveler has succumbed to the lure of a bed of mist and promises of sweet dreams. Those dumb bastards drowned. Don’t be a dumb bastard. The trail starts to the right of the waterfall. It is a deceptively easy climb. There is not much more than a few large boulders to clamber over, but beware. Just as you start to see the trees thin out there is a blind corner. Once you walk around the turn you will find a trail house. DO. NOT. STOP. There is an inviting porch and usually a warm fire in the fireplace. You may be tired but keep going. That is the house of the Diplomat. She cooks up wayward travelers in her soup pot. After that it is an easy walk to the gift shop, located in a cave just after the trees end. Be sure to have the cashier validate your parking before you head back. Good luck & gods speed.

Copyright 2019 Klaudia Grady

Attic Notebook 01.30.19

#wordtickets prompt for #atticnotebook January 30, 2019
unexpected – decorating – capricorn – snow brush – cult of the cobra
Attic Notebook – Raw Unedited Fiction from Morning Pages

The snow brushed up agains the window as the breath of the earth gasped. Delicate ice patterns traced across the clear canvas until it was frosted lace to view the world through. The cult of the Cobra lay coiled comfortably in the shabby chic living room. A crackling fire was well tended in the hearth. It was Tuesday, and Tuesdays are for backgammon. Karen had brought her famous Capri-Corn Salsa and Betty was trying a new recipe, Gemini Pie. One side was Key Lime and the other was Strawberry Rhubarb. If you didn’t slice just right the taste was… unexpected. Benny was just happy to have some people over to show off his decorating. He’d recently purchased a snakeskin sofa as a wink to his fellow cult members. He was disappointed in their reactions. Barely a meh between them. Judith refused to sit on it, calling is “sacrilegious” so she was perched on a reclaimed wood arm chair instead. She’d forget about her disdain within a month when she wears her new mink coat and doesn’t want it ruined by the rustic chair.

Copyright 2019 Klaudia Grady

Attic Notebook 01.17.19

#wordtickets prompt for #atticnotebook January 17, 2019
gracious – broken home – chest – twisted by the pool – copper
Attic Notebook – Raw Unedited Fiction from Morning Pages

You can tell the broken homes. The copper taste of sadness hangs out front. Sometimes they are brand new and yet broken. The wizards who built them refused to install the souls properly. “Lack of funding” they call it. Worse yet are the slippered men. They drain the soul from an old home and then drink it from a mason jar. ‘Home Brew’ they call it with a wink, but they never smile when they say it. Even they aren’t willing to joke about their profane profession. Sometimes a home seems whole on paper. A family unloads to investigate and they skip through the hallways. Yes. They think. This could be it. Then they step out the back door and they catch the scent of copper. Their joy turns to unease. In the backyard they catch a glimpse of something twisted by the pool. A wisp of tragedy. They bundle up their children and flee. Leaving an exasperated realtor staring in surprise.

Copyright 2019 Klaudia Grady

Posted in Attic Notebook, Word Tickets

Word Tickets

I have a collection of #wordtickets that I have been adding to for decades. (Literally. I have been making these since I was a teenager and now I’m old AF ๐Ÿ˜‚)

I have moved them from apartment to house to apartment to house.

I have moved them from a lunchbox to a pretty zippered bag and finally they live in this upcycled spaghetti sauce jar that I glitterified. I love that I can see them in the corner of my desk. I use them almost daily. The #wordtickets idea is not mine. I got it from a book called poemcrazy by Susan Goldsmith Wooldridgeย that I have owned since 1996 and have reread it at least 100 times. I love her writing, her style, everything about this book. That is not an affiliate link. I make zero dollars if you buy her book. I just wanted to shout out an amazing author that has had a huge impact on my life.

I have used the #wordtickets to write poems mostly but lately I found another use for them.

Laini Taylor posted about her #atticnotebook on Instagram the other day:

“The idea is that you freewrite every day in a notebook without ever looking back or reading what you wrote, and you finish the notebook and STILL don’t read it for at least a month. And when you do–at least when I did this before–I remembered almost none of it and it was like discovering a notebook in an attic, hence the name.”

Laini Taylor

Find her original post HERE

I was massively inspired by this! I decided to start using my #wordtickets to fill an #atticnotebook. About a month from now you will start seeing the results of this. I plan on posting the raw fiction straight from my notebook with no editing. I will include the original prompts as well. If you want to follow along with the prompts, you can find me on Instagram: KLAUDIA GRADY

Posted in NaNoWriMo, Writing

I did it!

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The Dragon Deals the Cards

In the middle of December, right before Christmas, I took a giant leap towards my dreams. I did the scary thing. I indie published my first book. It was terrifying and exhilarating. If you would like to check it out, you can find it on Amazon HERE

Thank you to everyone who has been so tremendously supportive of my dream of being a writer. I hope you enjoy the book as much as I enjoyed writing it.

๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ – Klaudia

Posted in Family, Made:, Mom Life

Faux Fireplace Redo

Uhhh. Smart people take ‘before’ pictures. Today I am not a smart people. ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ

If you need to imagine the before….think toddler chalk drawing chic with stuffed animals crammed in the opening. You’re welcome. ๐Ÿ˜‚

So here’s some ‘after’ pictures.

I’m not sure if I could cram anymore crap on this mantle but I’m sure I’ll try. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚


I love TV

Rant time!

Why does everyone hate television so much? There are constantly posts about the dangers of screen time. And I hear fellow moms admitting in a hushed voice that they like to watch a tv show at night as a form of self care. Taking an hour to themselves to immerse themselves in a world that is not their own.

Um. How is that a bad thing? How can getting immersed inside a character and living vicariously through them be something people should feel shame over? How is this any different from reading books? It’s smacks of ableism in my opinion. If you happen to have a brain that can sit down and devour 800 pages of a novel in one sitting…good for you! My sons would claw their eyes out if they had to read an 800 page novel. I would spend every single moment reading if I could. People find joy in different forms of stories. No one ever accuses someone of being a book addict, do they? There are no posts shaming  people for immersing themselves inside a character and living vicariously through them when it is READING. Newsflash people. Those characters on the screen are WRITTEN by a flesh and blood person somewhere who just wants to pay their bills and share their stories with the world. Why can’t we just let people enjoy things?

I love TV.

I love reading.

Not everything is good or bad people. Go relax and enjoy your stories in whatever form you like. Binge watch that series. Read 10 books in a single day. Whatever floats your boat.

/end rant.