Monthly Archives: February 2010

Fat Chance: Lament of a Transplanted Single

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Before moving here, I never had to worry about what my friends thought of me. They knew me. Sometimes for 10 or 20 years–a few of them longer than that. And I was in relationships usually. Serial monogamist. So I didn’t have to worry about the impression I made, or if I was going to get laid anytime soon, or whether there was someone to confide in, play with…now, it’s all new. New State, new city, new people, and SINGLE, though not NEWLY SINGLE. Aside from a five month relationship, I’ve been single for what? 4 or 5 years? Add … Continue reading →

The DNA of DNA

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After completing a novel, I always arrive in this abstract place where I can’t focus on anything right away. Some might construe this to be a type of recovery, a vacation from thinking; but in my case that wouldn’t be accurate. I am unfamiliar with the experience of not thinking. And Recovery implies that something has been negatively altered in you. Writing always alters me in a positive way. What happens for me, is more like this: I have created something wonderful that took a long time, was sometimes difficult and even painful, but which has produced something beautiful. It’s … Continue reading →

Mystery Post-it

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I’ve lamented my handwriting before. But it does tend to be a reappearing issue in decidedly aggravating ways. Like yesterday, i jotted down a note while i was talking to someone on the phone, because it was really important. Now, i don’t know what that note says. I can read the number, and yes, i could call that number and try to jog my memory by listening to how they answer the phone, but I’m always afraid i’ll call, and I’ll just get Hello? And there I’ll be: not knowing what to say, because i don’t know who I’m calling, … Continue reading →

Jae, Singular, in Need of Plural

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Being a full time writer has its advantages.  I can work in my pajamas.  I can eat when I want, go for a walk when I want, sleep when I want.  But don’t be fooled by this alleged freedom. There’s always a trade-off in life. For me, the concessions are: *a social life that flounders and dies if I don’t keep after it,  *a sometimes overwhelming loneliness,  *a constant struggle to have enough money to do the things i really want to do,  *a pervasive sense of unease when i put my work out there, but often don’t know how … Continue reading →

Excerpt from Somewhere Else

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(book in progress)   1 The Color of Confusion   Cornelius paused with vermilion loaded up on his brush, about to make a bold swath across the canvas, when he noticed Daelah. Placing the laden brush in his teeth, he reached down and readjusted the position of his wheelchair so he could see her better. At the end of the long corridor leading to the kitchen, she stood at the foot of the stairs, looking up at the ceiling, and down at her hands, and touching her own face. Cornelius frowned, a drop of vermilion free falling from the end … Continue reading →

New Review of my book RAOB

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Review of Random Act of Blindness on weRead:   “I didn’t want to put this book down, the characters had me hooked from the start, the erotica so real, I wanted to be there. Its not often I find a book that has me enthralled from beginning to end, Random Act of Blindness is one of the few. I am so looking forward to my next novel by Kelli Jae Baeli.” ~ Joanne Cincotta, Australia EXCERPTS: Never, in all her days, had she imagined herself in a position like this. Vivid fantasies aside, Rachel had never considered acting on the … Continue reading →

Review of Achilles Forjan on Amazon

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Fantastic review of one of my books on Amazon. Thank you Tanya Gotcher!! 5 Stars! Another great book by Kelli Jae Baeli! This is the third of Ms. Baeli’s books I’ve read and I plan to read more of them. She is an absolute MASTER of characterization! After I read her books, I catch myself wondering about the characters as if they were real people. And, no, this is not a sign I need to be in a mental ward somewhere; rather, it is a testament to how authentic her characters are. This authenticity extends to her plots as well. … Continue reading →