Though I celebrate Yule…I ended up spending time with family this weekend instead of doing my blog. My apologies. Hope all of you have a bright holiday.
Well…I finished writing Queer Verbage which will not release until April…it seems so far away…but it is one less thing I have hanging over me. I can do the formatting and get the stuff done for publishing. I cannot explain why the need to finish it was so strong, but having it done is a weight off. Now I have Tears of the Broken, Dream Drops, Fighting Ignorance, Ocular Dystopia, Occult Madness in progress for me and Chasing Ghosts for Serena. When I mentioned to my Daughter how I felt like I was struggling with it, she said I was pushing too hard. She said that if I worked any harder she would never get to see me. Sorry, she comes first there. But it did make me wonder…what is the right amount? I try to write as I feel the urge, but I also try to set a daily goal so I actually get forward progress on more than just the poetry volumes…because I tend to get easily distracted from my stories. I am aware there is a discipline to this…and I am a child of chaos. So where is the happy medium for me? That is something I am going to be working with over the next few weeks. I need to set me a workable time schedule for writing and work that I can stick to…or at least attempt to. Let’s see how that goes?
We only got it because the price was right. And we needed a vehicle that could hold the 3 of us.
But…
Still. It is a VW bug.
I’m a little bit giddy. It is seriously my dream car.
The bulbs for the low beams need replaced. There’s a crack in the windshield. The glovebox handle needs replaced. The door handle on the driver side needs replaced. The driver’s window sticks. The car is in serious need of cleaning. The exhaust needs replaced. It needs an oil change and a tune up.
We paid a thousand for it.
We are going to probably be a couple of months before we can afford to get it All repaired (as we have to pay the loan off we borrowed to buy it to begin with first.) But we own it.
Picture is from the ad- I have not been able to get some of it in person yet.
Of course, since I can’t afford to do anything else… I have been window shopping on Amazon for fun accessories for my new car. What do you do when you are excited for something and can’t do anything with it?
So between the stress of the normal holidays and vehicle issues… I have been a little bit more than usual fighting with my internal demons. To the point where it has even interrupted the writing. Usually the fight feeds the writing…
I’m not sure what the difference is this year but I have been struggling. That being said… my friend Jenny Elliott – writer, and Fae Corps intern…chose the best way to cheer me up.
She has been reading my The Voices within volume. And she came to a poem and decided to tell me that I was more than enough.
Screenshot she sent me.
Then she has been busy with making marketing stuff for Fae Corps and I keep running across my books there.
Though I know it was a part of her job…it really does feel like I have made some difference in this world.
Sometimes we can’t see the world around us for the immediate struggle we are dealing with.
Remember you never know what your reviews will do for the author.
No one knows just what has become of her Shattered doll, desperate Oh so innocent and delicate But too damn obdurate And obstinate to let go Broken down, hurt again, it never ends Frightened and trembling Did she fall again? An accident? Her eyes encircled in black again I can’t believe that she’s still with him For how long will you try? How long until you walk away? Your facade can’t disguise The fact that you’re in misery Look inside see what has become of her Hiding within again Can she pick herself up again? It’s just too difficult and arduous to let go Homicide flashes through her mind again No more pain, take control If he raises his hand again She’ll find her freedom in killing him The world will see that she’s had enough For how long will you try? How long until you walk away? Your facade can’t disguise The fact that you’re in misery For how long will you try? How long until you walk away? Your facade can’t disguise The fact that you’re in misery For how long will you deny? How long until you walk away? Your facade can’t disguise The fact that you’re in misery For how long will you try? How long until you walk away? Your facade can’t disguise The fact that you’re in misery Broken down, hurt again It never ends
My 2 Cents –
This song is often taken as speaking of an abused woman. I have always seen it as masking in any form. Being who you are not in any relationship is a torture. If you love someone, accept them for who they are. No matter what they are.