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
My mother says I have Irish eyes Irish eyes, Irish eyes My mother says I have Irish eyes They go ever so blue under stormy skies But they’re never so blue as when I let them cry My father says I have English hair English hair, English hair Brown like the bark of an oak somewhere Like the bed of a lake where the hemlock grows Like the thorn in the stem of an English rose I’m a map of the world and the ones before One foot in sea and one on shore Every step, every hope flung high I’m a map of them all with my Irish eyes My Nana says I have travelling feet Travelling feet, travelling feet Slippers for princesses don’t fit me But I dance to my own drum, bright and bold And my travelling feet always get me home My sister says I’ve a restless soul Restless soul, restless soul Easy to catch, but I’m hard to hold Like a song on the wind that you caught one day I get under your skin, then I slip away I’m a map of the world and the ones before One foot in sea and one on shore Every step, every hope flung high I’m a map of them all with my Irish eyes My mother says I have Irish eyes Irish eyes, Irish eyes My mother says I have Irish eyes They go ever so blue ‘Cause I’m a map of the world and the ones before One foot in sea and one on shore Every step, every hope flung high I’m a map of them all with my Irish eyes
My 2 cents –
I have been thinking a lot lately about the women I came from. I remember my great great grandmother on my father’s side. I really enjoyed my great grandmother on both sides. both of them were strong women. One taught me how to play scrabble when I was a toddler and I never once won. lol
I don’t have Irish eyes but I have enough of each one that I am a happy person.
From the author of Citadel and popular TikTokker C.M. Alongi comes a bewitching new romantic fantasy where a young witch seeks her freedom by forging a deal with Death.
A young witch forced to play concubine for her imperial captor, finally breaks free to find a life of her own, but even those with the power to call Death cannot outrun their past…
All witches must serve the cruel and immortal Emperor Yamueto. But after four years of terror and abuse, Khana not only kills one of his favorite courtiers with her magic, but also discovers the secret of his power and immortality: he’s been making deals with Death. And now, so is she.
Armed with magic that she doesn’t fully understand, Khana flees the empire and stumbles into a small mountain town filled with fierce warriors that ostracize her for being a witch, despite using her abilities to heal their sick and injured. There, her magic and courage are put to the test as she is forced to stop running and fight back against the emperor that wants her dead.
But every deal she makes with Death takes another piece of her soul. And there’s only so much Khana can give before she turns into the very monster she’s trying to destroy..
My Thoughts
the characters are richly written and the world building is amazing. the trigger warnings are very accurate – and well thought about. A very enjoyable read. I have yet to read anything from the author I have not enjoyed.
This is my work in progress list… and how I keep track of my word count.
This Week I have been focusing on Stolen skins. It’s for the fall anthology from Fae Corps. The Anthology is pirate themed.
I didn’t get as much as I wanted written.
the truth is that this week was not a health issue. not in the traditional sense. my monitor was dying and I was having a panic because of it. y’all that monitor has been strong for us for a while now and it dying was like losing a member of the family. we bought it when we were in Oklahoma for a tv and console monitor. it was an upgrade for the 19 inch we got before it. then I started to use it when the boyfriend got him a 50 inch smart tv as his monitor. I have been using it at least since 2017. So it’s dying was not a good thing for me.
yesterday I was given an early birthday gift as my boyfriend could not stand watching me grieve for it anymore. he got me a 24 inch smart tv to replace it. yeah it’s smaller but it’s functional and I can watch tv on it too. so I am hoping to get some work done this week. (my birthday is in March)
Okay… The new year has made me reconsider the way I have been doing things with my blog. When possible I will be trying to schedule it as much ahead as possible. This way I don’t fall as much behind. The Artsy Fartsy Thursday is good for this. I want to change my way of posting it as well. At least one Thursday a month I think I want to actually talk about art. Not just posting my own. This way I don’t feel like I am so often just getting away from writing. Sometimes it might be just discussion on art social media…or I will talk about techniques. this will be a single post each month for me to tell you what my mind says art is.
Art is seriously perspective based.
For some reason every artist I have ever met has been so filled with doubt.
Art is full of various ideas and thoughts. The media used changes what the artist has had to learn to make the art work.
Gazing through the window at the world outside Wondering will mother earth survive Hoping that mankind will stop abusing her sometime
After all, there’s only just the two of us And here we are still fighting for our lives Watching all of history repeat itself time-after-time
I’m just a dreamer I dream my life away I’m just a dreamer Who dreams of better days
I watch the sun go down like everyone of us I’m hoping that the dawn will bring a sign A better place for those who will come after us this time
I’m just a dreamer I dream my life away Oh, yeah I’m just a dreamer Who dreams of better days
Your higher power may be God or Jesus Christ It doesn’t really matter much to me Without each other’s help, there ain’t no hope for us I’m living in a dream of fantasy
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
If only we could all just find serenity It would be nice, if we could live as one When will all this anger, hate and bigotry be gone?
I’m just a dreamer I dream my life away today I’m just a dreamer Who dreams of better days Okay
I’m just a dreamer Who’s searching for the way today I’m just a dreamer Dreaming my life away
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
My 2 cents –
you know what… the world is too hard right now. dreams are good. be creative. be crazy. Dream. Dream Big.
Pattimouse 