K Bair

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About K Bair
K Bair (1975-Present) is an American author/illustrator, who, despite academic expectations of becoming a writer, was determined to take the longest possible scenic route to avoid being "predictable".
Bair dove, head first, into the turbulent waters of video game animation at the tender age of seventeen (Ringworld 2, Star Trek: Judgment Rites), but managed to survive long enough to scramble onto the slightly less volatile crust of comic book creation a few years later (Ninja High School Hawaii, Oasis Destiny). After the dust cleared from the inevitable financial implosion, Bair found some stability in costume design, and set up a nice, little shack made from discount fabric remnants and silicone caulk. (The World of Wigcraft)
After the Great Moth Invasion of 2014, Bair became a cave-bound recluse, but stopped just short of going "full-hermit" to offer training and mentorship programs, allowing other artists to learn from a life of creative folly. (Cafe Hoshi)
In 2019, Bair decided to give into the brain's internal peer pressure, and finally let it use the hands to write a proper novel. However, the brain got greedy, and wrote seven more in the span of a few months, and the spine had to intercede by displacing four discs, stopping the hands from enabling any more of the brain's nonsense... at least until it had time to recover from surgery.
The result is The Ulysses Project, an on-going world of interconnected stories, where laughter isn't always happy, darkness isn't always sad, and there is more going on under the surface than most readers will catch on the first pass. As an autistic author, Bair hopes to give audiences a glimpse into the complex workings of a "different brain", with character driven stories that are intimate, honest, and continue to evolve as the reader's perception grows.
...and there are psychic cats. For people who like cats. Or psychics.
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Blog postThis question was posed by a well-meaning, but under-informed physical therapist as she bobbed my neck back and forth in her hands like an idle basketball player waiting to pass the ball. I could feel the tension increasing with every question and dismissive comment, each one suggesting that the reason I had pain was because … Continue reading →2 months ago Read more
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Blog postThis isn’t an article about my views on the events of January 6th, 2021, since, at the time it happened, I had no idea what was going on. My January 6th of 2021 was spent bundled up with the cat and the Xbox controller, as it had been a particularly bad pain day for me, … Continue reading →7 months ago Read more
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Blog postMy mother has Leukemia. We discovered this, very abruptly, at one o’clock in the afternoon on Christmas Eve. The nurse told my dad to take her to the nearest hospital immediately so they could begin chemotherapy, and an hour later, she was one of the many people waiting on a stretcher for the very limited … Continue reading →2 years ago Read more
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Blog postBack at the beginning of the year, while in the early recovery from my spinal surgery, I had to force myself to take a break from writing. I could barely sit up at the time, and leaning over a keyboard for two weeks just didn’t seem wise. I listened to my doctor, and my partner, … Continue reading →2 years ago Read more
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Blog postFour years ago, I dropped my son off at school, drove home, sat down on the couch, and cried. I had opened the windows to let in the crisp, autumn air, and I could hear the pre-recorded “Wee Sing” version of the national anthem crackling from the elementary school loudspeakers down the street. It was … Continue reading →2 years ago Read more
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Blog postWe’re celebrating the eBook release of Ding Dong Dress-Up with a special Pandemic Halloween contest inspired by the events in the story. Scratch that costume making itch in the safety of your own home for a chance to win cool prizes, including a signed copy of The World of Wigcraft, or dice sets from Cloudborne … Continue reading →2 years ago Read more
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Blog postI’m not going to start this with “2020 sucks”. We’re all here, and we all know that. I’m not going to talk about race, or wealth, or religion, or education, or ablism, or entitlement. The labels are out in force this year, and the negative impact of their dividing nature is ridiculously self-evident. I’m not … Continue reading →2 years ago Read more
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Blog postI want to make this clear right now: Melanin is an integral component of existence on Earth for anything that isn’t a plant. The fact that people judge other people by the quantity of this necessary chemical present in our bodies is beyond ridiculous. What’s next? The hemoglobin content of our blood? I had to … Continue reading →2 years ago Read more
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Blog postI’m not going to lie, folks: I’m not struggling. I see the posts from my fellow artists: out of work, facing homelessness, doubling down on their side-hustle to try to make it through this mess, and I recognize how solid my ground is. I don’t wipe my brow and give a sigh of relief. I … Continue reading →2 years ago Read more
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Blog postAlthough, sometimes, I wish it would pause long enough for me to get some real sleep. My long time friend and editor, Marcia Brown, does her best to help me maintain, what passes for, my sanity, but even she is boggled by my most recent outpouring of work. After completing Becoming Ulysses, I asked my … Continue reading →2 years ago Read more
Titles By K Bair
Her images draw the attention of a sociology professor who has been looking for the right pissed-off hen to hatch his unorthodox egg, and gives Mercedes a mission - use her artistic skill, and a few willing models, to de-weaponize the penis. However, Mercedes soon discovers that this battle of the sexes isn't really as pink and blue as she'd previously thought, and the handsome photographer hired for the project is even more distracting than the parade of puds.
After absorbing Iram's knowledge, Rose is beginning to see the forest spreading out in front of her, and has the sneaking suspicion that the fire is about to change everything.
But they aren't the only ones trying to find the elusive buck. The Huli Gang are hunting him as well, and a deadly young woman has constructed a web to keep everyone tangled until her work is done.
Rose teams up with Steven, Egodrive's only Nomodder agent, to learn more about the clinic, and they discover that the doctors, the patients, and the island -itself-, are covering up much more than the occasional zombie.
Meanwhile, Mariska Anjool is serving her Sapphire Doll sentence on a Nomodder farm, and has her own plans to take advantage of the distraction. She already has the boss' son eating out of her hand, and means to use the fire and brimstone of the Nation of One as cover for her escape... and revenge against the ones who imprisoned her.
Iris is at the middle of it all, pushed and pulled by people who seek to use her, and struggling with her own crippling anxiety. But her natural skill is starting to turn heads, and if she can survive the murderer's game, she very well may be crowned the new queen of Steel Serpent.
Believing that she has been kidnapped to be sold as a nanite-enhanced sex worker, Remy travels to The Netherlands to enlist the aid of a watchdog organization, and ends up uncovering a high tech human trafficking network operating out of Amsterdam's Red Light District. With each clue he finds, another finger points to his own past, and Remy realizes that the only way to recover his wife will be to sacrifice his anonymity.
Elias receives an offer from a mysterious benefactor in Macao, who offers him a new identity in their blossoming pharmaceutical company. He's tasked with creating "the next big thing", with no other direction than a fully stocked lab and a greenhouse full of potential product. Elias isn't sure what he's supposed to be looking for, but he can't help but notice that his coworker seems almost too interested in his progress.
The change in locale isn't the only transformation happening in Elias' life, as bizarre visions of an alternate reality creep out of his dreams and into waking. He's hearing voices, seeing places he's never been, and for some reason, the deer head on the mantle is smirking at him. Elias has no one to confide in besides an adopted cat, who he's not really sure isn't the one creating the issues in the first place.