A Door Closing


My friends, this will be my last post for the foreseeable future as W. K. Tucker. This is not a decision I’ve made lightly; over the past several weeks I have given it considerable thought.

After returning from Husband’s and my recent road trip to the desert southwest, I dove right back into my usual routine: working at my day job, attempting to run a household almost single handledly–both the inside and outside chores–and writing. (As many of you know, my husband has multiple, chronic health problems, and can do very little in the way of physical labor.) I just can’t do it all anymore.

A few weeks ago, while staring at my computer screen one night, fighting to stay awake so I could work on editing my novel a little longer before going to bed, I came to the realization of how little time I have to do the things I enjoy–one being reading. If it wasn’t for audio books, which I listen to on my commute to and from work, it would probably take me six months to read a book. No kidding!

imageSo I have decided to step back and smell the flowers. Because I have been blessed with good genes, mostĀ likely I have a lot of years ahead of me yet, and when I retire from my day job in a few years, I will be able to devote more time to writing without missing out on simply living and enjoying life. I’m of the opinion that if one doesn’t even have time to read, one needs to step back and take a long, hard look at their life. I have, and I feel like mine is passing me by.

I won’t be giving up writing entirely–I don’t believe I could without my soul withering up and dying. I’m setting up a new blog that will be different from this one. At my new home, I will post whenever I feel like posting, and mostly about the good things in life, stuff I find enjoyable. And maybe even a poem or short story on occasion. No self-promotion though; in fact, there will be no link to W. K. Tucker whatsoever. I’m not going to delete W. K.’s blog, just make it private. The same goes with my Facebook page; I will inactivate it. Someday, I intend to return when circumstances permit it.

At my leisure, I will get my novel, Quoth The Raven, edited and up on Amazon, but I’m not going to make a print edition like I first intended. I don’t know how long this will take; I just know I’m not going to let it consume all my time. (By the way, I have published updates to A Raccoon Problem.)

Time…it is a precious commodity, and I intend to spend mine a little differently.

If any of y’all wish to follow me to my new blog, either post your intentions here in the comments, or email me at wktucker@cox net. Around the first of July, W. K. Tucker will close her virtual door here and on other social platforms. I will then follow your blog from my new home and let you know it’s me following you by adding “Cathy” (yes, with a “C”) to a comment on your about page. If you follow by email only and want to make the move with me, just send me your email address and I’ll let you know when my new blog is up and running.

I’ve made some really good friends here–you know who you are šŸ˜Š–and I hope you’ll join me in this new chapter of my life.

And I hope all of you out there reading this slow down on occasion and “smell the flowers”. Ā Listen to the old, country song by Jerry Reed I’ve linked to below. Some good advice in it.

Goodbye my friends–for now.


Update on Raccoon Problem…

Small raccoon

I just wanted to let everyone know that if you’re thinking about purchasingĀ A Raccoon Problem and other stories, please hold off for a bit. A week or so ago, I decided to do a print edition of it also, and looking over my manuscript–for the umpteenth time–found some errors I wish to address. In about a week or so, I should have it updated, and shortly thereafter, have the print version published. I will post when it’s ready (again) so those of you who may have bought it can redownload and sync.

Lord, this is about to drive me to drink! I think I have it right, then find screw ups. I think my problem is lack of patience–I want to get on with it. I need to slow down and be more thorough.

Please forgive my sloppy work. I hope the quality of the stories make up for my publishing too quickly.

Pearls Before Swine…for free!


For three days, starting at midnight Pacific Standard Time on May 08, 2015, “Pearls Before Swine” will be available for free in Amazon’s Kindle Store. If you like a nice little gruesome tale, this short story is for you. It’s not for those who may be upset with the spilling of a little blood, and other . . . er . . . messy things, so don’t say I didn’t warn you. :D

Available here in the US

Available here in the US

Pearls Small

Buy here on Amazon US

Available here in theĀ UK

Killer Road Trip


Hi all…

Just a quick note to apologize for not responding to many comments the last week or so. Husband and I are on a road trip–three time zones in the last few days. We should have done this year’s ago; it’s about to kill the both of us. lol ButĀ we have gotten to do some things that are on our “bucket list”, visited some interesting places and were awed by some of the most magnificent scenery the U.S. has to offer.

Be back soon…



A Raccoon Problem and Other Stories


I admit it: I am the Queen of Procrastination. I’m the person who says I’ll do it after while, I’ll do it tonight, I’ll do it in the morning, I’ll do it this evening, etc…etc. You get my drift.

Something seems to always be getting in the way of doing what I’ve planned, be it my job, housework or yard work, running errands, a grouchy husband who wants to spend some time with me. Oh–an episode of The Walking Dead, can’t forget that. But now that my favorite TV show is on hiatus until October, I can’t lay the blame of my dillydallying on it. (I won’t mentionĀ Bates Motel orĀ The Following.)

Now, you may be wondering what in the world this woman is babbling about. To make it short and sweet, a couple of weeks ago I published A Raccoon Problem and Other Stories on Amazon. it consists of ten stories, some horror, some science fiction, some to the left side of strange; but all fall under the umbrella term known as “speculative fiction”. If you wish to go to Amazon andĀ give my collection a look-see, I’ve included a couple of links to make it easier.

Click here for the US

And here for the UK


Saving Grace | Free


For a twenty-four hour period, starting at Pacific Standard Time midnight tonight (April 10th) and ending at midnight tomorrow (April 11th), Amazon will be offering my Kindle Short, “Saving Grace” for free. Pick up your copy and find out what Aggie and Penny find one hot, summer night on yon side of the corn patch.





Available here On AmazonĀ US

Available here on Amazon UK



Here is my interview with W. K. Tucker


My interview with Fiona Mcvie…

Originally posted on authorsinterviews:


Name: W. K. Tucker
Age: 61

Where are you from?

Southern United States

A little about yourself, i.e., your education, family life, etc.

Iā€™m a private person, and sorry, but I donā€™t wish to publicly share facts concerning my family. On my blog, I do share some of my childhood experiences of growing up in the country, living in a house with cracks in the walls so wide one could sling a cat through. I will say that other than wanting (for a short period of time) to be an astronaut when I was a child, I have always wanted to be a writer. I have written off and on since in grade school, but only for the past several years has writing been one of my priorities.
As for education, I dropped out of high school in the 10th grade when going through a difficult period in my lifeā€¦

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A Freebie

Just a quick note to let everyone know that my Kindle short, “Pearls Before Swine”, will be available free of charge for 24 hours starting at midnight Pacific Standard Time tonight.

Click here for the USTucker2

Or here for the UK

I hope y’all take advantage of this free offer, and if you enjoy (or don’t) my gruesome little tale, feel free to post a review on Amazon, and/or leave a comment here. I appreciate any and all feedback.

And I apologize for not responding in a timely manner to comments, follows, and posts these past few weeks. I’ve been busy putting together a collection of shorts that will be available as a Kindle eBook in just a day or so.

I may actually take a break from writing for a few days; I feel as if I sorely need the time to just chill out. A week or so ago, I bought myself a handgun, a 9mm Smith and Wesson. I think I’ll take it to the firing range and do some practice firing. Sounds like a good way to relax.

“Annabel Lee”


I was first introduced to Edgar Allan Poe when in grade school. My two oldest sisters, Mary and Donna,Ā were in high school then, and I think one of them (possibly both) read to me from their literature books. Or maybe I nosed through their books and read the beautiful poetry on my own. I really don’t remember, and neither one is around as I write this post. I could call, but well . . .

I’ll just let it go by stating that without having access to the dark, tragic works of Mr. Poe during my formative years, my style of writing–and the genres that I read–could have takenĀ a different turn. I would probably still be interested in writing on the left side of weird, but maybe I’d be spinning tales about unicorns and fairy princesses instead of monsters and demons and “things that go bump in the night”.

Below is aĀ YouTube link to a reading of “Annabel Lee”–which I read so often those many years ago, I almost knew it by heart–and following it, a written copy.

I hope you enjoy its woeful beauty as much as I do.

Annabel Lee

By Edgar Allan Poe

ItĀ was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name ofĀ Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

IĀ was a child andĀ sheĀ was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than loveā€”
I and myĀ Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautifulĀ Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and meā€”
Yes!ā€”that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing myĀ Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than weā€”
Of many far wiser than weā€”
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautifulĀ Annabel Lee:

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautifulĀ Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautifulĀ Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darlingā€”my darlingā€”my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.






mirrors do not lie

they stare into your clouded eyes

down, down the bottomless well

straight into the rapacious mouth of hell

where nightmares breed

and famished Beelzebub feeds

ripping apart your lonely soul

razor-blade teeth burning like coals


do not look in mirrors, I say

nor let your eyes stray

to the bewitching silvered glass

through which maleficence can pass

avert your curious gaze

be not like Aliceā€¦beguiled by the maze

drawn into a world where nothing is real

not hope, not dreams, nor loveā€¦all surreal