I like drawing owls. And this is a good time to mention that I was on a couple of episodes on The Owl Light Network…
Artsy Fartsy Thursday
Category: fun
The Lunatic asylum screams
Release date is August 4th.
Find it at https://books2read.com/Thelunaticasylumscreams with more places adding as they are available.
Tuesday Tunes
Lyrics
I knew a man, called him Sandy Cane
Few folks even knew his name
But a hero, yes was he
Left a boy, came back a man
Still many just don’t understand
About the reasons we are free
I can’t forget the look in his eyes
Or the tears he cried
As he said these words to me
All Gave Some, Some Gave All
Some stood through for the red, white and blue
And some had to fall
And if you ever think of me
Think of all your liberties and recall
Some Gave All
Now Sandy Cane is no longer here
But his words are oh so clear
As they echo throughout our land
For all his friends who gave us all
Who stood their ground and took the fall
To help their fellow man
Love your country and live with pride
And don’t forget those who died
America can’t you see?
All Gave Some, Some Gave All
Some stood through for the red, white and blue
And some had to fall
And if you ever think of me
Think of all your liberties and recall
Some Gave All
And if you ever think of me
Think of all your liberties and recall
Yes recall
Some Gave All
Some Gave All
My 2 Cents –
There are not too many “Patriotic” songs that I really like. I find that there are too many problems to feel truly proud of this country…but I was born in the USA…and This is our Independence day. So… This is a nod to that.
Podcasts and the thoughts they provoke
So, I was on Owl Light’s Unprinted Pages…They will be uploading the video to the channel soon…We did it live and then the replay gets uploaded…that is the way this works. It got my brain jumping. I have been writing since. I will be posting links when the review period is done…Lunatic Asylum Screams – my second memoir is now due out Aug 4. (I still need to get that up on paperback and other various sites….just started that process.) and Serena’s Blood Red Rain is now less than 15 poems away from being done writing…and I don’t think I am done writing tonight. So…Check out Owl Light’s channel…seriously they are inspiring…
oh also…I will be posting a link later when it’s live…I did a nifty little journal with my art on the cover. maybe I might do more…
Monday Poetry
It’s just a Game…
I was given Conan Exiles.
I have been enjoying it immensely. However I have been trying to avoid the slave taking in the game. I really don’t want slaves. And I expressed that to the person who gave me the game… and they immediately said it is just a game and that they don’t see the reason why I am so worried about it.
I play games to have fun. Doing the right thing in a game for me is fun. I love crafting and building. In this game gathering and hunting is kinda fun? Not really my normal thing but I don’t mind it as much…
Games that force pvp or something similar tend to be ones that I avoid – actively.
When I said that he pointed out that I have not in the past presented problems with the players in my D&d games having slaves… well I guess I have to go point out that I don’t make other people’s choices for them… and I don’t judge people on their own choices. At least not in entertainment. As long as they don’t literally hurt anyone else with their choice – no one else has room for judgement.
So, what ever way you play – what ever game you play – Game on!
Artsy Fartsy Thursday
a digital penguin.
Tuesday Tunes
Lyrics
The only days that I’m not stressed
Are days I work myself to death
And I’m too tired to feel anything else
Even then, I’m restless in my sleep
My worries bleed into my dreams and I
Wake up and do it all again
Maybe it’s the way I was raised
Or how I’m wired in my brain but
I never seem to be
Enough for me
Is it normal
The way I can’t help second guessing
Is it normal
Wishing I could put my thoughts to bed
And be in the moment
For just a moment
Cuz it feels like I’m always somewhere else instead
Is it normal
How I get stuck in my head
I bite my lip and twist my hair
Scroll through my phone or sit and stare at nothing
Trying to chase my train of thought
Tell everybody that I’m doing okay
Make it look good and hope that one of these days
It won’t be a lie
Is it normal
The way I can’t help second guessing
Is it normal
Wishing I could put my thoughts to bed
And be in the moment
For just a moment
Cuz it feels like I’m always somewhere else instead
Is it normal
How I get stuck in my head
Ahh, yeah yeah
Ahh, yeah
Ahh, yeah yeah
Stuck in my, stuck in my
Ahh, yeah yeah
Ahh, yeah
Ahh, yeah yeah
Stuck in my, stuck in my
Is it normal
The way I can’t help second guessing
Is it normal
Wishing I could put my thoughts to bed
And be in the moment
For just a moment
Cuz it feels like I’m always somewhere else instead
Is it normal
How I get stuck in my head
My 2 Cents –
I heard this on tiktok…and related so much. Sometimes music is just knowing someone else feels the same.
Poem
An extra due to the post from earlier…
Smile…
For the ones that follow me on Facebook, I just changed my profile picture back to this one. It is a good picture, in my opinion. But I had a good friend tell me I should smile more… I am far prettier when I smile…. well I am smiling in this picture. But it doesn’t reach my eyes. Because I was nervous when I took the picture, the smile is a plastic thing. Forced for the picture. My grandma Ethel used to tell me that she hated my pictures because the smile never reached my eyes. This picture fits that discription.
I don’t want to be pretty. I don’t care if anyone sees me as such. However it was bugging me that she said that I should smile, as I was smiling. That is when I remembered what Grandma said. I still think it’s a good picture. I feel like I am androgynous in it. Which I love. I don’t really understand a lot about gender and the binary of it. But I don’t have to. I can be comfortable with myself and not really understand what I am.
Pattimouse 