Patricia Harris-
Patricia Harris is a dreamer, crafter, gamer and digital artist who loves creativity in life. A half mad poet, her writing is found all over social media and various other websites. She is a devoted mom who can be found doing a variety of art when she isn’t penning poetry and writing words. She is owner of the indie publishing company Fae Corps publishing. For more from Patricia, check out www.Facebook.com/mouseypoet or pattimouse.blog
And for a reading list of her books go to https://books2read.com/rl/PatriciaHarris
And as Serena Mossgraves -
Serena Mossgraves is a twisted faery with a love of gothic settings and an urge to scare. She’s constantly on the prowl for new ways to twist old stories into dark tales that excite and terrify. If you’re also drawn to nightmares, come visit Serena on Facebook at www.facebook.com/serenitysfall Or check out her reading list at https://books2read.com/rl/serenamossgraves
The rose is for the beauty. I need that right now. I am AWAKE. Thanks to a very vivid nightmare. I rarely remember my dreams, for which I am often thankful. I have nightmares and night terrors. I have most of my life. When I was younger I would seek out the light when I woke from one like that. Today I seek beauty and music. To me that’s growth.
The dream was nothing special until the end. In the dream my boyfriend, myself, and two of my sons were looking for some Halloween hijinks. We found a weird mall that had this throw things at a Nazi memorial thing. I was really good in my dream at finding the things that had been thrown and at throwing them. My boyfriend asked me to gather him some, so I did. The items were mostly broken metal. When I went to give the items to him I accidentally scratched a girl on her leg. Now mind you it was a shallow scratch. Still the people in my dream decided that deserved punishment. I was made to walk through a pheromone loaded substance that smelled so strong that I was ill. I found myself wanting to walk through fire in my dream to get rid of the lingering smell. I wanted to burn my own skin off. That is when I woke…feeling like I had been through HELL.
As I type out the dream it feels like my mind made more of it than there was, but the emotions and extra mental pressure cannot be described adequately. Sensory additions in dreams just add to the feelings so when I wake I feel even more in need of normality.
I don’t often submit my poetry unless it is requested. The reason is I end up getting rejection notices more often than not. It makes my thoughts about my poetry sour. I realize that everyone gets rejection notices and they don’t mean anything about my poetry but they make it harder to put the poetry out there. Part of my own mind on this is I have likely chosen the wrong one to send.
I know that they were not my readers, my readers enjoy my poetry. still rejection stinks. so I will likely either hesitate or decide to push it until I find someone that takes my work.
Cigarettes and alcohol I could smell you down the hall And know which one of you that I would get Pictures of us on the wall Fist mark from the last close call Couple hundred second chances left
You broke me down and stole my innocence You said I’d never get out but I did
You hate that you can’t control me You say that you wanna hold me You hate that I know the real you Hollow, shallow, see through You hate that I took the power It makes you feel like a coward You say that you’re gonna save me But you fucking hate me
Use me up just like a drug Held me down and called it love I thought that I had so much to lose Another fight, another fuck Another never good enough You hate me ’cause I’m better without you Without you
You hate that you can’t control me You say that you wanna hold me You hate that I know the real you Hollow, shallow, see through You hate that I took the power It makes you feel like a coward You say that you’re gonna save me But you fucking hate me
But you fucking hate me Oh
You broke me down and stole my innocence You said I’d never get out but I did, I did
You hate that you can’t control me You say that you wanna hold me You hate that I know the real you Hollow, shallow, see through You hate that I took the power It makes you feel like a coward You say that you’re gonna save me But you fucking hate me
My 2 cents –
This has been my earworm lately. it is a powerful song.
The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo: A Lisbeth Salander Novel By Stieg Larsson
ONE OF TIME MAGAZINE’S 100 BEST MYSTERY AND THRILLER BOOKS OF ALL TIME #1 NATIONAL BESTSELLER The thrilling first book in the Girl with the Dragon Tattoo series featuring Lisbeth Salander: “Combine the chilly Swedish backdrop and moody psychodrama of a Bergman movie with the grisly pyrotechnics of a serial-killer thriller, then add an angry punk heroine and a down-on-his-luck investigative journalist, and you have the ingredients of Stieg Larsson’s first novel” (The New York Times). Also known as the Millennium series
Harriet Vanger, a scion of one of Sweden’s wealthiest families disappeared over forty years ago. All these years later, her aged uncle continues to seek the truth. He hires Mikael Blomkvist, a crusading journalist recently trapped by a libel conviction, to investigate. He is aided by the pierced and tattooed punk prodigy Lisbeth Salander. Together they tap into a vein of unfathomable iniquity and astonishing corruption.
My Thoughts
I have the first three books in this series. I did not realize there was more or I would have all eight. The characters are crisp and delightful The plot is strong. I really enjoyed all three books I have read so far.
This is my work in progress list… and how I keep track of my word count.
As can be seen this week was a busy writing week. I think I got poems in almost all the open volumes. I got word counts in a couple of places. I also looked into hiring a developmental editor (Partners in Crime book services) for Kingdoms of Sin. Mostly because I would love to see it released next year. This week should be the usual posts.