
short story Prompt zombie apocalypse but instead of living creatures its inanimate objects
Sunday Suggestions
Dude, the new intern has an amazing imagination. This story prompt is killer.

short story Prompt zombie apocalypse but instead of living creatures its inanimate objects
Sunday Suggestions
Dude, the new intern has an amazing imagination. This story prompt is killer.
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.

Today I want to talk about Resin Art… and what is that?
Some call molded resin less than art. Art often implies some kind of creative touch added.
Crafting with molds usually means adding stuff to the molds and then pouring resin in and letting it set.
The stuff you add can be beads, or colorants, or other things that you think would make the items look good.
I have a large collection of molds. no two pieces are ever the same.
so what do you think? is molded resin art?

okay, so I have overdone everything.
my body aches everywhere.
I have a few things that are still in the works, and I am not sure what I have that I can share about them.
I know I have to work on a million things… but it has been a long week.
So I don’t have any more spoons.

My Faults
By Patricia Harris
In my head
my faults are mountain sized,
built from the moments I have
so often tried…
and seen the inability
to make it work…
so the blame was in me?
because where else could it be?
instead of seeing the struggle
I have endured and the learning curve
that me was set before,
I assumed that I was flawed.
Overcome the world laid at my feet,
every issue did I defeat, just not in perfect grace,
so I listed my own flaws in litany
because I saw the struggle as my disgrace.
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.

So, here is another change. This week has been so many of them, right? Picture heavy posts are hard to continue. And though I enjoy the convenience of Just posting my own art and going with it…
Time to pivot.
Part of art is… for me… understanding what makes it art. Is it just pleasant to look at? If so then that would prevent the majority of modern era pieces.
I’m going to be continuing to upload my own work but I will be posting it as a patreon link. It’s going to be mostly on a free tier there and linked here for the sharing. Though I have plans for some things to be behind the paywall.
The other question I want to discuss over the course of time not only what is art, but are there any limits on it? And why are there said limits?
The thought behind this line of blog posts is when are you an artist, and why? The discussion is of course one that I have been doing internally for many years… so now I think that I should take y’all along with.
Oh, and the last thing I will be discussing during my topic is AI art. I’m not going to pretend to like anything AI but I will be able to do a polite discussion about it.

So I know that I have been trying to get back to my usual for this week… and yes… I am scheduling it all on Sunday… but I got as far as Wednesday and I don’t know what to do with it.
I have so much going on, and I know that I can use it for telling you about it… but sometimes it’s not stuff that I know how to share.
This month especially is physically busy. It’s also busy with work. Okay let me explain.
Work is not usually physical for me. Work is writing, editing, and publishing. It can be incredibly mentally taxing. But I am often not up and moving around.
Part of the reason why is that I don’t have exactly good mobility. I will get unable to move if I do too much.
Well, in order for me to have an office…we have to clean out a storage room. Plus I have plans for the weekend to be at Milton Flea market with my resin art and jewelry. (Kiddo is doing yard sale stuff at the same time.) And the chickens are going to be getting a new coop from a old building in the yard – that also needed cleaned out to be useable.
So, I think that I am just overwhelmed and stressed out. Hopefully I can do a good post next week about the flea market.

Bone Tired
By Patricia Harris
When does sleep
Finally catch up
With the tired
A lifetime long?
It’s not that I am complaining,
For life is full, and I am aware,
But more than three hours
Would help feel like
I have been mauled by a bear.

Humanity
By Patricia Harris
Define for me
That which makes us human?
The bits that keep us from
Being defined as animals
Or monster…
Remind me,
On my dark days,
That all that is within me
Is still humanity…
Even if I wonder if I ever
Was human at all?