Category: Life

Book I Have Read

Okay this is not going to be an assigned thing. I may decide to do it instead of a normal weekday post, as I am this week…or I might drop it in randomly as I feel the desire. The Fae Corps Blog Does a Saturday TBR and they are not always books that we have read, but ones that look good amongst the recommendations we get. These are all going to be ones I have read, and This will be my clear thoughts on them. Now as I sometimes sign up to be an ARC reader, I will not always have the link for you to buy the book…but I will try to post when any I do miss the link on are live.

I have always been a voracious reader. I go through a trade paperback in about 4 hours. Since I have started publishing, finding time to read seems like a bit of a luxury. Not because I don’t read now…on the contrary. I am always reading things that people send me to publish, to edit, just to get opinions on. So reading for fun just seems like something I really don’t get to do as often as I would like. I have thousands of books on my kindle. And enough paperback and hardback books that it often causes fights. (My boyfriend’s of the opinion that if I am not reading them I should donate them). I keep the ones that I am willing to re-read. That means that eventually I will pick them back up.
But the last few books I have indulged in…Ones I sought out for personal pleasure that had nothing to do with publishing…I found myself taking a couple of days to read. Simply because I was enjoying them, so I would put them down and stop for a couple of hours to do other things before coming back to them. So I realized that maybe beyond the Goodreads/amazon/and the like reviews…maybe I should take the time to tell you guys about these books.

Okay with this one… My friend Jenny said that I just had to read it. So she sent me a gift on Kindle. I am so fond of seeing real representation in books of people who are often not seen.

The main character in this story is Gender fluid. There’s gay side characters. It’s a why Choose, which is not a thing for everyone. I rather enjoyed the way the world was set up. I enjoyed the fact that each of the romances were different.

Beauty’s beasts by Alex Hanson is a personal favorite… And it’s only book one of the series.

I am looking forward to reading the rest of the series.

What is Wednesday

FAQ

I have updates.

First… I did the annual poetry marathon this past weekend. I signed up for the half marathon and I wrote more than I signed up to do. I was rather pleased with that.

Next, Fae corps publishing is in the process of creating – taking on? – an imprint. I don’t have a whole lot I can tell you about it yet… But it’s actually really close to being a thing.

Next, I was invited to try to write a story (Serena) that is for a really interesting anthology. That doesn’t mean that they are going to accept the story. Just that I am allowed to try for the call. It is entirely out of my normal wheelhouse writing wise. I have until November to write it and I have it halfway done. It has been flowing. I am terrified. But I am writing it anyway.

And the last update for the post is that I do realize that I accidentally scheduled the Tuesday Tunes post last week for the wrong time. It went up at six pm instead of six am. I am grateful for your patience. I will try to be more careful this week.

Tuesday Tunes

A day for me to discuss music

Lyrics –

Hey there little red riding hood
You sure are looking good
You’re everything a big bad wolf could want

Little red riding hood
I don’t think little big girls should
Go walking in these spooky old woods alone

What big eyes you have
The kind of eyes that drive wolves mad
Just to see that you don’t get chased
I think I oughta walk with you for a ways

What full lips you have
They’re sure to lure someone bad
So until you get to Grandma’s place
I think you oughta walk with me and be safe

Gonna keep my sheep suit on
‘Til I’m sure that you’ve been shown
That I can be trusted walking with you alone

Little red riding hood
I’d like to hold you if I could
But you might think I’m a big bad wolf so I won’t

What a big heart I have
The better to love you with
Little red riding hood
Even bad wolves can be good

I try to keep satisfied
Just to walk close by your side
Maybe you’ll see things my way
‘Fore we get to Grandma’s place

Little red riding hood
You sure are looking good
You’re everything a big bad wolf could want

Little red riding hood
I don’t think little big girls should
Go walking in these spooky old woods alone

What big eyes you have
The kind of eyes that drive wolves mad
Just to see that you don’t get chased
I think I oughta walk with you for a ways

What full lips you have
They’re sure to lure someone bad
So until you get to Grandma’s place
I think you oughta walk with me and be safe

My 2 cents –

I realize this is a cover… But the sexy female voice singing a song about a sexy female… Well that’s a good idea. Or at least to me it is.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Loneliness

By

Serena Mossgraves

Soylent green is people

And I have always been color blind.

What does it matter to me

If I am but the last one

Left behind?

People on whole are a cruel

And ignorant lot,

And I prefer loneliness.

For loneliness is dangerous

You can learn to love yourself there.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Human Shaped Verse

By Patricia Harris

Humanity is but another
Unknown thing
Making the poets speak.
All about the possibility
Never understanding the truth.

Someday I will speak instead about
How much I understand
All the things that make humans
Poetry.
Even then I will be wrong,
Definition is impossible.

Vaguely unreal is as close in
English as I might be capable.
Referring to the entire race
Somehow as having any voice
Even though they don’t understand themselves.

Oh yeah I have a book release today

Cover Image

Have you gotten your copy yet?

I almost always forget to post these things here even though it’s always posted on my publishing page.

Artsy Fartsy Thursday

Weekly Blog image

There is so many forms of art. It makes it harder to acknowledge the label of artist.
A person who bakes beautiful cakes is an artist.

A person who draws using charcoal is an artist.

A person who aranges the words to form poetry or prose is an artist.

A person who paints in watercolors, acrylics, or oils is an artist.

A person who weaves is an artist.

A person who works with clay, resin or stone is an artist.

Perhaps any person who just creates something to bring beauty or Joy into this dismal world is an artist?

Today I am philosophical. Because I am too tired to create art.

What a week!

Meme - Not today

This has been a busy week.

I found out (thanks to one of my authors there) that the covers are not appearing on the sites for the indie bookstores in Canada. So I am working to get that fixed.

I have several books in the manuscript stage. This is where I am dealing with Formatting, editing and making sure that all the details are right before I publish them. Which is tiring all on it’s own.

I got distracted by a new story. I was doing well writing the Sea Wytch…but I got invited to submit to an anthology Fractured Mind Publishing is Doing…and it is out of my normal genre. And I am scared to death of messing it up…but I am enjoying the writing. It is flowing, and I am trying to make it work.

If I get accepted it will be a February release. I will be sure to post more on here as it is known to me. (of course this is a Serena thing.)

I wrote another Bedtime tales book for release next year. (That is a Patricia thing..)

And the poetry has been happening.

With all of that plus the normal publishing stuff…and the housekeeping that I have to try to keep up with…I am exhausted.

Tuesday Tunes

Tuesday Tunes
A day for me to discuss music

Lyrics –

Hey, your glass is empty
It’s a hell of a long way home
Why don’t you let me take you?
It’s no good to go alone
I never would have opened up
But you seemed so real to me
And after all the bullshit I’ve heard
Refreshing not to see
That I don’t have to pretend
She doesn’t expect it from me
So, don’t tell me I
Haven’t been good to you
Don’t tell me I
Have never been there for you
Just tell me why
Nothing is good enough
Hey little girl, would you like some candy?
Your Momma said it’s okay
The door is open, come on outside
No, I can’t come out today
It’s not the wind that cracked your shoulder
And threw you to the ground
Who’s there that makes you so afraid?
You’re shaken to the bone
And no, I don’t understand
You deserve so much more than this
So, don’t tell me why
He’s never been good to you
Don’t tell me why
He’s never been there for you
Don’t you know that why
It’s simply not good enough
Oh, so just let me try
I will be good to you
Just let me try
And I will be there for you
I’ll show you why
You’re so much more than
Good enough
So, don’t tell me why
He’s never been good to you
Don’t tell me why
He’s never been there for you
Don’t you know that why
It’s simply not good enough
Oh, so just let me try
I will be good to you
Just let me try
And I will be there for you
I’ll show you why
You’re so much more than
Good enough

My 2 cents –

This was the first song that I ever heard that had defined Queer undertones. I had always had the abusive relationship, so this song hit so hard the first time I heard it. The idea that music could talk openly about all of it. (I had been sheltered music wise before I heard this one…A Lot of Country and Hard Rock. Neither really tackle queer topics or rather did back then.) Nowadays queer representation in music is everywhere…but back when I first heard this song it was such a new thing.

Monday Poetry

Monday Poetry
Poetry

Kids say the Strangest Stuff

By Patricia Harris

Why do we grow out
Of saying the most fun
Things that can come to mind?

Hurry up and save the toothbrush,
Avoid the trip to the planet
Made of stench and stinky feet…
Be made of turtles if you need to.
Why did you stop talking to
The monsters in the closet anyway?

Kids understand the world,
The wonders that keep it alive…
So though they say some of
The strangest things,
I think the kids see more than
Anyone else does in a lifetime.

*Poet’s note. This is absolutely inspired by my friend Jenny’s Dante. She messaged me three things that he said and it reminded me of the moments when my kids were little…and I realized that kids have a magic that we tend to forget by the time adulthood comes.