Tuesday Tunes

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –


You can be amazing
You can turn a phrase into a weapon or a drug
You can be the outcast
Or be the backlash of somebody’s lack of love
Or you can start speaking up
Nothing’s gonna hurt you the way that words do
When they settle ‘neath your skin
Kept on the inside and no sunlight
Sometimes a shadow wins
But I wonder what would happen if you
Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I wanna see you be brave
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I wanna see you be brave
Everybody’s been there, everybody’s been stared down
By the enemy
Fallen for the fear and done some disappearing
Bow down to the mighty
But don’t run, stop holding your tongue
Maybe there’s a way out of the cage where you live
Maybe one of these days you can let the light in
Show me how big your brave is
Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
Innocence, your history of silence
Won’t do you any good
Did you think it would?
Let your words be anything but empty
Why don’t you tell them the truth?
Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I wanna see you be brave
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
See you be brave
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you


My 2 cents –


Finding your voice isn’t always easy.

Sometimes you have to fight for it. Sometimes you discover it little by little, almost without realizing it.

For me, it’s been both.

Writing has helped me find my voice, but that doesn’t mean I’m always brave enough to use it out loud. I’m still braver on the page than I am in person.

Maybe that’s part of why Sara Bareilles’s Brave speaks to me.

There’s something powerful about the idea of saying what you need to say, even when it’s frightening. And there’s something equally important about remembering that courage doesn’t always look the same for everyone.

Sometimes being brave means speaking up.

Sometimes it means putting the words on paper when you can’t quite make yourself say them aloud.

And sometimes, for me, that’s enough to start.

Monday Poetry

Monday Poetry
Poetry

Sunday Reviews

Sunday Reviews

Hekate: The Witch (Goddesses of the Underworld Book 1) by Nikita Gill (Author)


The first book in the instant #1 New York Times bestselling trilogy!

This #1 New York Times bestselling novel-in-verse from world-renowned poet Nikita Gill is a richly imagined retelling of the Greek myth of Hekate, a goddess of the underworld. Perfect for fans of Madeline Miller and Alexandra Bracken.

Born into a world on fire, Godling Hekate has never known safety. After her parents are on the losing side of the war between the Titans and Olympian Gods, Hekate is taken to the Underworld, where Styx and Hades agree to raise her. Orphaned and alone, Hekate grows up, desperate to uncover her divine purpose and sense of belonging amongst the horrors and beauties that make up the land of the dead.

When Hekate finally uncovers her powers and ascends as the Goddess of witchcraft and necromancy, she realizes that even the most powerful Olympians fear her. But when immortal war breaks out again, threatening to destroy all everyone has ever known, Hekate finds that she’s the only one who can bring the deadly conflict to an end.

In this stunningly intimate reimagining of a Greek myth, internationally renowned poet Nikita Gill showcases the underworld and its chthonic deities in all their glory, and weaves a gripping story about the young Goddess Hekate coming of age within their midst.

Meet all the Goddesses of the Underworld:

Hekate: The Witch

Styx: The River

Nyx: The Night

My Thoughts

Every once in a while, you come across a writer whose words seem to reach right into your mind and pull out thoughts you didn’t even realize you were having.

For me, Nikita Gill is one of those writers.

I’ve loved her poetry for a long time. There is something about the way she puts words together that speaks to me. Sometimes I swear she’s reading my mind with her verse.

So when I picked up Hekate: The Witch, I was already looking forward to it.

I wasn’t disappointed.

The book is a retelling of Hekate’s story through poetry, and for someone like me, who will almost always choose poetry when given the opportunity, that made it even more appealing.

I read it quickly. Not because I was rushing to finish, but because I wanted to keep reading.

One of the things I appreciated most was how the verse brought Hekate to life. I’ve known of Hekate through mythology, but reading her story this way made me feel as though I knew her better.

There is something special about telling a story through poetry. It can reach places that ordinary storytelling sometimes doesn’t. A few carefully chosen words can carry so much emotion, and Gill has a wonderful way of doing exactly that.

Usually, when I finish a book, I can point to a particular scene or passage that stayed with me. With Hekate, I can’t really do that.

The whole book stayed with me.

It wasn’t one moment that made an impression. It was the experience of reading the story, getting to know Hekate through Gill’s verse, and feeling that connection from beginning to end.

I don’t review poetry nearly as often as I review other books, which is a little funny considering how much poetry I read and write. But this one deserved a place on my Sunday review list.

If you enjoy mythology, poetry, or stories that explore familiar figures in a different way, I recommend giving Hekate: The Witch a try.

And if you’ve never read Nikita Gill’s poetry before, I think she’s well worth discovering.

Sometimes a book doesn’t need one unforgettable moment.

Sometimes the entire book is the unforgettable part.

Saturday Thoughts

Saturday Thoughts

This is my work in progress list… and how I keep track of my word count.

so…I am hip deep in preparation for kids week releases…and the doctor decided that I needed a shingles vaccine. I spent Tuesday evening through Thursday night asleep. I awoke Thursday with a migraine and feeling like death. and I get to do it again in January. yay.

I am running behind due to the sleep. so I will be probably doing another serenity art corner tomorrow…also I will be announcing something special in November.

Friday Share

Friday Share
Friday Share

So you found a new book?

Or maybe you just published one?

Did you find a new webcomic that you like?

A new book you have coming soon ?

A piece of Art that you just finished ?

Or a song you think everyone should hear?

No need for explanation…Just Share it.

You find a good deal that you think we should all see? Just share!

Or hey even a joke you think too fun not to share, Just share it.

Post links in the comments.

Occasionally I will too.

Artsy Fartsy Thursday

Artsy Fartsy Thursday
Artsy Fartsy Thursday
Arsty Fartsy Thursday

Artist: Serenity Rose

Topic: The Shadow Prince
# Drawtober

pencil Drawing

Wednesday Whispers

Wednesday Whispers
Serena Mossgraves
Serena Mossgraves

Tuesday Tunes

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –


I’ve been in the trenches, broken and defenseless
Why does feeling helpless feel like home?
Can’t come to my senses, wide awake and restless
Why does feeling helpless feel like home?
Like home

Why does feeling alone seem to feel like home
I guess feeling this low’s the only thing I know
Can’t control my mind, its got a mind of its own
I killed all my brain cells, I guess I’m dying alone
I like the guy in the mirror but I ain’t liking his tone

He’s been pushing me down when I’m just trying to grow
Helpless in my home, somebody pray for my soul
I say, “I’m fine” but I’m lying and it’s starting to show

I’ve been in the trenches, broken and defenseless
Why does feeling helpless feel like home?
Can’t come to my senses, wide awake and restless
Why does feeling helpless feel like home?
Like home

I try to run from the pain but it still keeps up
Seems what’s in front of the mirror just won’t speak up
I cry for help in this hell but it don’t mean much
Reruns I’m feining, they treat me like I don’t need love

A broken home, a cornerstone of a dead man
Caught me red-handed, I live like the undead can
I’ve said prayers still sin never was blessed, man
Then life hit me with the left hand

I’ve been in the trenches, broken and defenseless
Why does feeling helpless feel like home?
Can’t come to my senses, wide awake and restless
Why does feeling helpless feel like home?
Like home
Like home

I’ve been in the trenches, broken and defenseless
Why does feeling helpless feel like home?
Can’t come to my senses, wide awake and restless
Why does feeling helpless feel like home?
Like home


My 2 cents –


I feel like this is so very relatable. The I have been there sort of thing.

Monday Poetry

Monday Poetry
Poetry

Sunday Reviews

Sunday Reviews

Fated to the Alpha By Raven Foxmore

So I healed a magic wolf in my ER, got kidnapped by the sorcerer who owns him, and discovered I’m the only thing standing between Chicago and literal darkness. 

He materializes out of a blackout like he owns the dark — storm-grey eyes, zero warmth — and gives me thirty seconds to prove I’m not the reason his city is tearing itself apart.

Most infuriating man I’ve ever met.

Except then he stays up all night protecting me, steps between me and everything trying to kill us, and somewhere in a tunnel with shadow monsters scraping the walls, his hand steady on my arm, I stop pretending I don’t feel it.

So we complete a bonding ritual beneath the city and seal the breach bleeding Chicago dry.

And the enemy we thought we’d stopped used our bond like a beacon to find us.

The thing powerful enough to save this city just painted a target on both of us.

If they break one of us, they break both.

My Thoughts

The only way to get this is to go to Raven Foxmore, author’s Page to sign up for her Newsletter. It is however free.

This is an interesting little read. Worth picking up. The premise has appeal. It has well written Characters.