K. L. Busick's Blog
March 6, 2025
Another Voice Revision
Huge thank you to those who believed in me and read my first book, Another Voice. Wow, I never thought I'd publish a book, and I hope to continue growing as an author.
As a new indie author, I'm learning as I go. With this in mind, Another Voice will be revised to enhance the reader's experience and should re-release in a few months.
I'm grateful to each person who took a chance on me. It means so much.
As a new indie author, I'm learning as I go. With this in mind, Another Voice will be revised to enhance the reader's experience and should re-release in a few months.
I'm grateful to each person who took a chance on me. It means so much.
March 4, 2024
The Pages In Between
I thought I had left you asleep, yet here you are. Lay yourself down and slumber. I have so much life to live…
We all write a book where magic lies within the empty pages. Chapters of the past, long since written, build the foundation for the chapters to come. At times, we turn the pages back. It’s where re-live our story. Each time we flip backward, we wear the pages out. The more we linger, the more they trap us in the words.
I wish I had filled my chapters wisely. Instead, I was living among past pages. Weary, my pen was running out of ink. Twisted among the stories, I fell asleep in the tangled pages of my past, but I never felt rested. The following years were spent jumping between chapters. I’d write a few sentences, only to revisit old passages.
Still… there had to be more. I needed the pages in between to live on.
Others believed in me, but asleep, you can’t hear them call to you. It was then that I remembered, the Hero’s Journey. The one we all have. The hero had to create new chapters. Without them, there would be no story.
We all have a book. Our own story. We create the pages. We get to decide. Even when we are thrown into a plot twist, we still choose the narrative. It’s where our magic lies.
I’m still walking through pages. That will never end. But for now, my ink is laced with the magic of creation. I can be a hero, I just needed to wake up. Wide awake, I want to live for the pages in between.
We all write a book where magic lies within the empty pages. Chapters of the past, long since written, build the foundation for the chapters to come. At times, we turn the pages back. It’s where re-live our story. Each time we flip backward, we wear the pages out. The more we linger, the more they trap us in the words.
I wish I had filled my chapters wisely. Instead, I was living among past pages. Weary, my pen was running out of ink. Twisted among the stories, I fell asleep in the tangled pages of my past, but I never felt rested. The following years were spent jumping between chapters. I’d write a few sentences, only to revisit old passages.
Still… there had to be more. I needed the pages in between to live on.
Others believed in me, but asleep, you can’t hear them call to you. It was then that I remembered, the Hero’s Journey. The one we all have. The hero had to create new chapters. Without them, there would be no story.
We all have a book. Our own story. We create the pages. We get to decide. Even when we are thrown into a plot twist, we still choose the narrative. It’s where our magic lies.
I’m still walking through pages. That will never end. But for now, my ink is laced with the magic of creation. I can be a hero, I just needed to wake up. Wide awake, I want to live for the pages in between.
March 1, 2024
The Hero's Journey
Fairytales always filled me with wonder. From the once upon the time, to the happily ever after, it was the pages in between that made the journey. After all, our very world is made up of stories…
I felt like a nobody in a room of inspiration. Led by professional coaches, we sat around the table, each with a turn to speak.
Having recalled the chapters of our past, we created one more. For our future. I felt the heat flush my cheeks. Downcast eyes, I hoped to be overlooked. I didn’t want a turn. My story didn’t matter. Besides that, I was only here as a plus one. Nothing I had done deserved to reside in the presence of such wisdom. I didn’t belong.
With tears, I fumbled through my chapters. Expecting to be dismissed, my anxiety melted as the words of support calmed me. I was safe here. There are many things I’ve heard about myself in the past, but their words inspired something more. Something better. I specifically remember the Hero’s Journey. I wanted that for me. The person I was currently, was no hero. Yet, even with my pen heavy, there was hope. I could create my own pages. The ones in between once upon a time and happily ever after.
The remainder of the day was spent on the water. Watching the brave souls wakeboarding, my heart stirred with passion. I couldn’t stop thinking about the Hero’s Journey and my blank pages. The ones I still had time to create. Maybe there was a hero in me yet. My heart sprang with excitement when the boat’s captain stopped at a rock towering above the water. As we met, I knew. This was my mountain. This was the beginning of my hero’s journey
"I'm getting in, but I'm not going to jump,” I shouted as I took the plunge from the boat.
Floating silently, I bobbed in the water while I watched others leap. My heart thumped for them and my breath shallowed for me. But nothing shocked me more than the words that spewed from my mouth. "I'm going to jump!"
I hiked up the rocks and peered over the edge. My mouth went dry as I witnessed others plummet into the water, but my eyes were fixated upon the boatful of friends chanting, "Jump!"
"I'm scared," I choked. I turned away in fear, it was over. Each slap of my feet reminded me that I had given up. I had failed. Then, a small voice stopped me. "Kim… you can be brave when there isn’t an option, but what about bravery with choice?" I paused. I may not get this chance again.
The pivot changed the direction of my life. Without thinking, I feared forward… and I ran. Barreling towards the drop-off, I leaped with fearless passion. As I fell, fear did meet me on the way down, but it was too late. I jumped. I was proud of myself.
That night, we had another table chat. Instead of feeling less than, I knew I was in the company of high-caliber people. The type that works towards your highest good. And… It all made sense. I was always in control of my story. Even when times were the darkest, the pages were always mine. I just needed to choose to do exactly what scared me the most.
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I felt like a nobody in a room of inspiration. Led by professional coaches, we sat around the table, each with a turn to speak.
Having recalled the chapters of our past, we created one more. For our future. I felt the heat flush my cheeks. Downcast eyes, I hoped to be overlooked. I didn’t want a turn. My story didn’t matter. Besides that, I was only here as a plus one. Nothing I had done deserved to reside in the presence of such wisdom. I didn’t belong.
With tears, I fumbled through my chapters. Expecting to be dismissed, my anxiety melted as the words of support calmed me. I was safe here. There are many things I’ve heard about myself in the past, but their words inspired something more. Something better. I specifically remember the Hero’s Journey. I wanted that for me. The person I was currently, was no hero. Yet, even with my pen heavy, there was hope. I could create my own pages. The ones in between once upon a time and happily ever after.
The remainder of the day was spent on the water. Watching the brave souls wakeboarding, my heart stirred with passion. I couldn’t stop thinking about the Hero’s Journey and my blank pages. The ones I still had time to create. Maybe there was a hero in me yet. My heart sprang with excitement when the boat’s captain stopped at a rock towering above the water. As we met, I knew. This was my mountain. This was the beginning of my hero’s journey
"I'm getting in, but I'm not going to jump,” I shouted as I took the plunge from the boat.
Floating silently, I bobbed in the water while I watched others leap. My heart thumped for them and my breath shallowed for me. But nothing shocked me more than the words that spewed from my mouth. "I'm going to jump!"
I hiked up the rocks and peered over the edge. My mouth went dry as I witnessed others plummet into the water, but my eyes were fixated upon the boatful of friends chanting, "Jump!"
"I'm scared," I choked. I turned away in fear, it was over. Each slap of my feet reminded me that I had given up. I had failed. Then, a small voice stopped me. "Kim… you can be brave when there isn’t an option, but what about bravery with choice?" I paused. I may not get this chance again.
The pivot changed the direction of my life. Without thinking, I feared forward… and I ran. Barreling towards the drop-off, I leaped with fearless passion. As I fell, fear did meet me on the way down, but it was too late. I jumped. I was proud of myself.
That night, we had another table chat. Instead of feeling less than, I knew I was in the company of high-caliber people. The type that works towards your highest good. And… It all made sense. I was always in control of my story. Even when times were the darkest, the pages were always mine. I just needed to choose to do exactly what scared me the most.
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Depression Writes a Book
I was so good at telling myself stories, that I lost myself among dreams. Walking with shadows, I did something brave. Within that bravery, I found something to live for.
My book.
Life began to creep back into my tired body as I immersed myself into a world that seemly wrote itself. It was the easiest thing I have ever done… and for once, I kept my own promise.
I finished a novel.
My book.
Life began to creep back into my tired body as I immersed myself into a world that seemly wrote itself. It was the easiest thing I have ever done… and for once, I kept my own promise.
I finished a novel.
