So, many of you know that I run a small press. Fae Corps Publishing.
We have a busy schedule for the next few months.
March 31 – The Key of the Storm by DW Storer
April 7 – Internal Battlefields by Patricia Harris (My poetry volume)
April 14 – Valley of Thoughts by NK Xero
April 21 – State of Mind by Jennifer Elliott
May 7 – Keko and the Lost Bananas by CM Snow
May 15 – Faery Flying anthology release
May 22 – Toe Rag by Ruan Bradford Wright
May 26 – The Riverside Chronicles by Raz T Slasher
June 1 – Life Lost, Love Gained by Ashira Dayta
June 15 – Blue Ted’s Easter Adventure by DW Storer
There will be more… but that is what I have scheduled for now. We have another anthology call scheduled for this year. The deadline is August.(I will be posting it on the fae corps blog in June.)
I am hoping to be able to do another volume of Poetry at the end of June… but I don’t want to promise it until I get it done.
But in an adult way. We all learn as time passes and we do things. I have released quite a few books. The first ones are not going to be as pretty as the most recent ones. I am wanting to go through and clean up the prior books… and I might…but I was given some good advice from a friend and fellow writer. She said that if we were to do that every time we found an error in the way that we did things in previous years, we would not have any time to do new things.
Time always seems infinite.
It really rarely is. There’s always going to be something else that is going to want you to donate that precious time to it. And that means you have to learn how to accept that you are learning and adapting as you move forward.
What lessons have you been struggling with lately?
Theories, I know you got your theories I know you got this feeling Everyone’s out to get you (To get you) Faceless, enemies always faceless Somehow, you’re always blameless But that don’t make you bulletproof (Bulletproof)
You hear whispers when we’re just talkin’ See pointin’ fingers When we touch, yeah, when we touch You hear footsteps when no one’s comin’ But you keep runnin’, there’s no use runnin’
You know you’re your own assassin You don’t need no help with that It’s your back that you been stabbin’ When you gonna understand? You know you’re your own assassin You don’t need no help with that You know you’re your own assassin You know you’re your own assassin
When did, when did you start pretendin’? You don’t know why it ended You think the fault is all mine (Is all mine) Mirror, you never checked the mirror Or you woulda seen the killer Starin’ right back with your eyes (With your eyes)
You hear whispers when we’re just talkin’ See pointin’ fingers When we touch, yeah, when we touch You hear footsteps when no one’s comin’ But you keep runnin’ there’s no use runnin’
You know you’re your own assassin You don’t need no help with that It’s your back that you been stabbin’ When you gonna understand? You know you’re your own assassin You don’t need no help with that You know you’re your own assassin You know you’re your own assassin
You know you’re your own assassin (Assassin, assassin, assassin) You know you’re your own assassin (Assassin, assassin) You know you’re your own assassin (Assassin, assassin, assassin) You know you’re your own assassin You know you’re your own assassin
Ah, ah, ah, ah
You know you’re your own assassin You don’t need no help with that It’s your back that you been stabbin’ When you gonna understand? You know you’re your own assassin You don’t need no help with that You know you’re your own assassin You know you’re your own assassin
My 2 Cents –
Self sabotage… lately and the closer to my birthday it gets… the more I feel like I am fighting with this. I know that I am not the only one that struggles with this problem.
It’s Sunday when I am doing the blog posts… and I find myself struggling to find a topic for the week. This week has been longer than usual for me… and we are going to be heading into a rough area of the year.
Why is that you might ask? Because of my birthday. It is the 13th of March. I struggle with my own birthday. The reason is that I honestly never expected to make it to 30… and I am going to be 48. I don’t know what to do with myself.
So I don’t know if I will be able to get the blog up for the week surrounding the 13th. I am already stressed out and struggling with my mental health.
I plan on trying to get it done… but I want to warn you that I am struggling with this one. That way if I don’t manage it no one is surprised. Yes, I do realize that I have a week before then… but I’m also starting to feel the quicksand of the birthday blues. So I am going to state the issue now and hope that I can overcome it by then.
I can’t still remember me and Miss November Rain Beautiful and strange Always so inclined, coloring outside the lines Yeah, you were never on time
You’ve always been slightly awkward, kinda weird Upside down and not all here What’s a-wrong with me and you is crystal clear
Sometimes I’m in a room where I don’t belong And the house is on fire and there’s no alarm And the walls are melting too How about you? I’ve never been the favorite, thought I’d seen it all ‘Til I got my invitation to the lunatic ball And my friends are comin’ too How about you? Don’t worry, it’s all just a symptom of being human
Unpack all your baggage Hide it in the attic, where You hope it disappears This all seems so familiar But it doesn’t feel like home It’s just another unknown
You’ve always been slightly awkward, kinda weird Upside down and not all here Right a wrong, it’s all so crystal clear
Sometimes I’m in a room where I don’t belong And the house is on fire and there’s no alarm And the walls are melting too How about you? I’ve never been the favorite, thought I’d seen it all ‘Til I got my invitation to the lunatic ball And my friends are comin’ too How about you? Don’t worry, it’s all just a symptom of being human
We’re all just passing through Passengers on a ship of fools We’re all just passing through Passengers on a ship of fools
Sometimes I’m in a room where I don’t belong And the house is on fire and there’s no alarm And the walls are melting too How about you? I’ve never been the favorite, thought I’d seen it all ‘Til I got my invitation to the lunatic ball And my friends are comin’ too On a ship of fools Don’t worry, it’s all just a symptom Of being human
My 2 Cents –
This song just kinda hit… I so often feel like I am a weird little oddity and I don’t fit in. Even if I know that I am just human… I feel like I am so very strange… and it is nice to hear that I am not alone…
I fought the Internal Battlefields and finished the writing as of today for it. I will be announcing the publication date as I have it…
I asked here and on several of my social media… and the choice came down to Hellfire and other illusions, my causality, and Immortality. So I asked Joe… His choice was Immortality. My daughter liked it best but felt like I would have an easier time writing Victory over the Asylum. I hope she is wrong there.
I am currently looking at the idea of doing some cosplay.
This is really stretching out of my comfort zone. I love the idea of dressing up, but I don’t like the idea of doing anything that puts me in the spotlight.
Just doing the reading of my own poetry on TikTok requires a lot of work to get me to feel like I am not putting my own feet hip deep in my head.
I have been eyeing the mushroom hats. Apparently there is a wonderful tutorial on making them on YouTube…
I found several…I think that I really want to make this one…
Once upon a time in a far away land A little girl lived under her father’s hand She wept in silence and never talked Her father made sure that he called the shots He nailed the door shut so she couldn’t leave Blew out the lights so she couldn’t see But one night she broke through the window pane Nothing could stop her great escape ‘Cause this girl had plans That he’d never understand All the miracles she saw in her dreams All the amazing things that she could be So the little girl ran away from home you see Little girl go on and write your story Little girl rejoice ’cause you’re finally free Little girl be who you wanna be You already know the strength inside your heart You don’t need someone to tell you who you are Go and say the words you know you long to speak Little girl little girl be who you wanna be Go and say the words you know you long to speak Little girl little girl be who you wanna be Twenty years later through the hourglass The little girl grew up in the time that’s passed All those late nights ’cause she worked three jobs Started from pennies now she’s her own boss One day she opens up the door to meet A stranger at window guess who she sees Her father shows up with a face of red Head down low he looks up and says I know you can’t forgive All the things that I did But I’m hoping that you’ll understand For you I always had a plan So the little girl showed him all the things she achieved The world she saw from all the highest peaks How she moved the mountains with her fingertips Head to toe her father finally admits You already know the strength inside your heart You don’t need someone to tell you who you are Go and say the words you know you long to speak Little girl little girl be who you wanna be Go and say the words you know you long to speak Little girl little girl be who you wanna be Go and say the words you know you long to speak Little girl little girl be who you wanna be Be who you wanna be Little girl little girl be who you wanna be Ah Little girl little girl be who you wanna be
My 2 Cents –
Okay I was going to post this last week but I realized it was going to be V-day and changed my mind because of that. This song made me cry 😭. I have been that little girl. Every girl in my generation has. Expectations are a heavy load.
Ugh, I’m always late…. thankfully my publisher is on the ball. Ethereal Dreams released yesterday. I hope you are enjoying it if you bought it, if you haven’t then I hope you do.
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