Wild Wednesday

So…Harley Quinn.

Yeah she’s my favorite Batman villain. But is she really a villain? or more of an anti-hero?

It really depends much on point of view. The problem is always POV.

For Harley. She is the Main character.

For Bruce Wayne, He is.

And realistically the same is true in any story. If you pick up a book and look at it from another character’s view…that character is not going to see themselves as a secondary character. Would you? If say you were in the DC Universe and hanging around the Daily Planet…would you see yourself as a extra in the story? No! So, from your POV you are the main character.

Harley would not see herself as a villain…

She is crazy, but not entirely without a idea of right and wrong. I believe she would see herself more as an antihero or as someone with a really nasty case of bad luck.

Which opens up so many options for the character in storylines.

I think sometimes just understanding the POV helps us to understand and perhaps flesh out the characters we write better. I think it also helps us empathize better with fictional characters on a different level as well.

Busy busy blogger

So… the next couple of months are busy ones.

I am going to be doing the sketchtember, drawtober, and November pad challenges. That means that you will be seeing a daily post on here for the next few months. (I have already done a few of the drawings for sketchy tembers to make sure I can keep up. Especially since I am going to be doing the half marathon for the poetry marathon.)

With all of the other things I have going on… I am keeping the drawings posts simple. I will post the art and the prompt I used.

Tuesday Tunes

A day for me to discuss music

Lyrics-

There’s a war inside my head
Sometimes I wish that I was dead, I’m broken
So I call this therapist
And she said girl you can’t be fixed just take this

I’m tired of tryin’ to be normal
I’m always overthinking
I’m driving myself crazy
So what if I’m fucking crazy

And I don’t need your quick fix
I don’t want your prescriptions
Just ’cause you say I’m crazy
So what if I’m fucking crazy
Yeah, I’m gonna show you

Loco, maniac, sick bitch, psychopath
Yeah, I’m gonna show you
I’m gonna show you
Yeah, I’m gonna show you

Mental out my brain, bad shit go insane
Yeah, I’m gonna show you
I’m gonna show you
Yeah, I’m gonna show you

I’ve been searching city streets
Trying to find the missing piece like you said
And I searched hard only to find
There’s not a single thing that’s wrong with my mind

Yeah, I’m tired of tryin’ to be normal
I’m always over thinking
I’m driving myself crazy
So what if I’m fucking crazy

And I don’t need your quick fix
I don’t want your prescriptions
Just ’cause you say I’m crazy
So what if I’m fucking crazy
I’m gonna show you

Loco, maniac, sick bitch, psychopath
Yeah, I’m gonna show you
I’m gonna show you
Yeah, I’m gonna show you

Mental out my brain, bad shit go insane
Yeah, I’m gonna show you
I’m gonna show you
I’m gonna show you

Crazy, crazy
Yeah, I’m gonna show you
Crazy, crazy
Yeah I’m gonna show you
Crazy, crazy yeah

I’m tired of trying to be normal
I’m driving myself crazy

And I don’t need your quick fix
I don’t want your prescriptions
Just ’cause you say I’m crazy
So what if I’m fucking crazy
Yeah, I’m gonna show you

Loco, maniac, sick bitch, psychopath
Yeah, I’m gonna show you
I’m gonna show you
Yeah, I’m gonna show you

Mental out my brain, bad shit go insane
Yeah, I’m gonna show you
I’m gonna show you
Yeah, I’m gonna show you

My 2 Cents –

For me today is Sunday. I always schedule the blog when I can on Sunday. Yesterday Arleen Sorkin passed away. Now I doubt that name will mean much to some of you. She was an amazing voice actor. One of the many that brought my favorite Batman villain to life. The first to do so. This song always makes me think of Harley Quinn. So, I am posting it with the wish that whatever her afterlife is be blessed.

Monday Poetry

Today is one of mine and one of Serena’s poems, Mostly because Serena has been writing more than I have. Her Midnight Verse is nearing done. I have barely started with Echoes.

Monday Poetry

I oopsed and undid my Monday poetry post from this week…so here it is again…one from me and one from Serena…

Cover art is subjective

If you have been reading my blog for any amount of time, you know I love doing cover art.

Canva is a tool. Not my only tool. But one that I use often.

I usually don’t use the template option. I feel like I’m more creative and can come up with something else.

That being said… the above cover was only slightly modified from the template option.

That template inspired me.

Then I wrote the volume, published it, and found out that the image has inspired many people. It has been used for several books.

Sigh.

So I revamped the cover. I gave it my own flair. And I feel like it fits better. I have already updated most of the ebook locations. And I will be doing the same thing for the print and remaining ebook sellers later today. It should have been more like this to start with.

I have really no excuses. Inspiration does not always equate to me thinking things through.

The link is the same.

The only thing that is changing is the cover is getting a little bit better.

Serena Mossgraves’s Poetry

Since today is the release day for her Blood Red Rain… I thought I would share 2 of Serena’s poems. One from the new release (at the bottom) and another one from the one in progress.

Book Birthday – Blood Red Rain

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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?

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.

Prompts, ideas, and rabbit holes

Ah… my brain is burning.

I wish I could claim it was just the heat.

Here lately I have been getting spurts of inspiration… and urges to write or create. It always makes me feel like I’m feverish.

I can remember when I wrote when the muse struck me and the idea of using prompts seemed like cheating. Now, the prompts are more like a spring board. I am often less worried about the prompt than I am what I want to say.

I end up feeling like the prompts don’t fit with the idea of the volume I have been working on and I pass them by. I get a vision of what I want the book to look like and then I just don’t want it to be anything less.

Now that leads me down rabbit holes looking for just the right prompt, just the right idea to be just the right poem. Perhaps perfectionism is a true problem…