Hello my lovely readers! Welcome! Today, I am drinking orange juice to boost my immune system. I am normally sick during the winter but it’s been worse this year then it normally is. So, a little self care never hurt.
Well, now that we are working on edits and such for Through the Sunshine, I feel free to leak a new project. We will announce it offically on the Fae Corps Blog in April. We are going to be doing an anthology about Dreams, goals, plans, etc. The title is going to be Fae Dreams. I did the cover and I am so proud of it… It will be revealed when we announce the project. We will be doing a call for submissions then as well.
This sick has been killing my writing. I was doing multiple poems daily and then some writing as Serena… Then I got sick. In the last month the only writing that has been done was either on this blog, or put on coffee house writers. I am getting better but it has been a struggle. One that I hope is over soon. I dislike not having stuff to share with you. It makes me feel like I am failing.
Dylan and the Motel is due to the illustrator in March. She is incredible, but she is busy. It will be published in 2020 but I am not positive as to when.
2020 is shaping up to be a busy year. I have a lot possible to do this year…I just am not sure what all will be. Between Fae Corps, Serena, and my own endeavors. I hope to be able to tell you about many new projects that are coming together.
I am hoping to get a new laptop to assist with both my writing and my art. I am eyeballing the Acer Aspire 3 with a tb harddrive. It is affordable but it is likely to take me a couple of months to get. (If you want to donate to the cause, I appreciate it. PayPal me! ) The computer will allow for me to do more with my writing and allow for a wider variety of art. Currently, I use a Samsung Android phone to do everything. I have a older model Dell pc that I use for layout… It is so painfully slow that I would not be able to write on it or use the art programs.
Due to the lack of writing… I think that at least through March, to give me some time to get some work built up… I will be doing the poet segment on Monday. I still have many poets that I love. It would give me time to recover.
I have not finished with the poets. Unfortunately I have been sick and the extra daily post has been a little too much for me to do. Give me a few days and I will be able to post them again.
So I was having an email conversation with a friend about social media. He was pointing out the algorithm that sucks the orginality out of social media in general. While I agree with him and sometimes I think that I would be happier without the view of humanity that I recieve from reading the interwebs, I would miss the delight of seeing the creativity in the human soul.
The conversation ended with the idea that we both often feel unseen. It is not, I am sure, a novel feeling. To feel like instead of being actually heard… You are merely sending echoes into the void.
So I think that I want to hear the echoes…tell me something that you feel like isn’t being heard. One thing that you want to say. I will listen. And then go through the comments and hear others. Or pass the post on to others. Let’s get it to where no one feels like that echo.
The technical definition ode /ōd/ noun a lyric poem in the form of an address to a particular subject, often elevated in style or manner and written in varied or irregular meter. a poem meant to be sung An ode is a type of lyrical stanza. It is an elaborately structured poem praising or glorifying an event or individual, describing nature intellectually as well as emotionally. A classic ode is structured in three major parts: the strophe, the antistrophe, and the epode.
In plain words… An ode is a poem written about a single subject that is usually meant to be sung. (You see this often with poetry… Meant to be sung. Not all poetry works as song, but if you can’t at least read it aloud then you need to rewrite it.)
I am a free poet. The more structure in a form the harder time I have with it. Not because I do not know how to write within a structure, but because I don’t like the confines. Some poets are assisted by the structure. I am not.
I read that the best poets know and understand the rules of poetry so as to break them. I have been finding out lately that I can write these forms, just that I do not want to. However, that is me. You may enjoy the structure of a new form.
Hello Lovelies! So much has been going on here. Personally, we are doing rehab on a couple of rooms and deep cleaning others. That means that I have no coffee or tea this morning as I have been scrubbing the table that both pots reside on.
Professionally, The deadline for Through the Sunshine was extended to the 14th. As one of the editorial staff I am gearing up to start editing the submissions. We will soon be posting the submittors bios on the Fae Corps page.
I discussed schedule with my illustrator… And she will be able to by April /May do my next book of the Dylan series. “Dylan and the hotel. “
I am also working on the coffee house writers anthology. Though I have the submission written, I still have to do all of the other stuff involved.
I am also still working on heart drops. This volume is taking longer than the average due to the amount of responsibility I have taken on lately. Add in a extraordinary amount of illness this year…. And I am far less productive than normal.
First off… I have been enjoying the ability to share my favorite poets and their words. This is actually kind of fun.
I found Langston Hughes in High school. His work spoke to the part of me that felt isolated. Yes, I am a white female of mixed genetics. So I come from a place of privilege… Except I was an outcast among my peers. I spent so much time moving around as a kid that I was strange. Add in trauma and you end up with someone who feels isolated. His words spoke about the struggle of the poc. That enforced segregation and the misery in it. I felt like I understood him and his poetry. I realize how that sounds… I am not equaling myself with a poc and their struggle… I am merely saying that I felt like I could understand it and so I could relate with his words.
