Category: Life

Tuesday Tunes

A day for me to discuss music

Lyrics –

All I really want is something beautiful to say
Keep me locked up in your broken mind
I keep searchin’, never been able to find a
Light behind your dead eyes
Not anything at all
You keep living in your own lie, ever-deceitful and ever-unfaithful
Keep me guessin’, keep me terrified
Take everything from my world
Say can you help me right before the fall
Take what you can and leave me to the wolves
Keep me dumb, keep me paralyzed
Why try swimming? I’m drowning in fables
You’re not that saint that you externalize
You’re not anything at all
It’s oh-so playful when you demonize
To spit out the hateful, you’re willing and able
Words are weapons I’d be terrified
You’re nothing in my world
Say can you help me right before the fall
Take what you can and leave me to the wolves
All I really want is something beautiful to say
Keep me guessin’, keep me terrified
All I really want is something beautiful to say
You keep livin’ in your own lie
All I really want is something beautiful to say
To never fade away, I wanna live forever
All I really want is something beautiful to say
To never fade away, I wanna live forever
You keep living in your own lie
Keep me guessin’, keep me terrified
All I really want is something beautiful to say
Say can you help me right before the fall
Take what you can and leave me to the wolves
All I really want is something beautiful to say
Words are weapons I’d be terrified
All I really want is something beautiful to say
Keep me guessin’, keep me terrified
All I really want is something beautiful to say
To never fade away, I wanna live forever
All I really want is something beautiful to say
To never fade away, I wanna live forever

My 2 cents –

As a poet, I feel like this is my theme song. I am aware of the power of words… Are you?

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Behind the mirror

By

Patricia Harris

Could I be like Alice
Walking through the looking glass?
And if I did would it make my troubles
Bigger or would it make them small?

What is there that we cannot see
On the other side of the mirror
from me?

Though the idea calls to the
Adventurous part of my soul,
I remember the faery tales of old.
If you go uninvited to the places
Where they play,
A heavy price they may take.

Book I Have Read

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.

This one is about a book that I have gone back to multiple times. This book is a coming of age story that I found when I was nearly the same age as the main character. Up a Road Slowly by Irene Hunt is a story of a young woman coming to womanhood… It’s set in an earlier era. I got the impression that it was the fifties or something similar. The book has several different poems woven in the story and it blends into the narrative really well.

The story deals with grief and growing up realizing that your actions affect others. I have reread this one so many times that it feels like going home.

Artsy Fartsy Thursday

Weekly Blog image

So I have been doing an attempt at illustration of a children’s book. I think I overestimated my own art.

I did some images in canva to see if I can do better and I think I did better there.

I managed to hire the same person to do Dylan and the Hotel Zombie as I had for Dylan and the zombie pet. I don’t see the person being willing to do another job (She dragged her feet on this job) so I don’t know if I will be writing more in that series. However, I will be releasing Dylan and the Hotel Zombie for kids week December 2025.

This year I will be releasing Pip, That is not yours! And Where is my Sugar. I don’t know what the second one is going to be next year… If I am even going to be releasing a second. I have a year to decide.

It was suggested that I should make a third one in Dylan’s series but make it a middle grade. Then I could use the same images from the previous books and allow older children to follow Dylan’s adventures. I have to think about it. I can see where it would allow me to broaden Dylan’s world a little bit.

I have a middle grade in the bedtime tales series. It might be a fun thing to do it for most of the series. I don’t see Pip ever getting a middle grade. That one is always the early readers.

Who I am,  realized

Meme - I am Done

I posted a week ago that I was dealing with the death of the family pet. My kid is still in grief mode… And I don’t blame them. I miss my favorite siren. But I don’t handle death well.

I have been upsetting my kid because I have accidentally started to use the cat to refer to Luna. I find myself trying to separate myself from the pain that she is gone.

We had her for five years. I am still struggling to process that she is gone.

Everyone has been offering condolences and I appreciate the thoughts….

But it feels so hollow because it doesn’t bring the pain to an end. That is why I struggle with what I should say when someone else is grieving. I hate that hollow feeling so I don’t want to give it to anyone.

So, Thank you for the well wishes… But I just don’t know what to do with them.

Tuesday Tunes

A day for me to discuss music

Lyrics –

“So, what would you little maniacs like to do first?”

Watching through my fingers
Watching through my fingers

Shuts my eyes and count to ten
It goes in one ear out the other, oh
One ear out the other, oh
Burning bright right ’til the end
Now you’ll be missing from the photographs
Missing from the photographs

Watching through my fingers
Watching through my fingers

In my thoughts you’re far away
And you are whistling a melody
Whistling a melody
Crystallizing clear as day
Oh, I can picture you so easily
Picture you so easily

What’s gonna be left of the world if you’re not in it?
What’s gonna be left of the world? Oh

Every minute and every hour
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
Every stumble and each misfire
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

Watching through my fingers
Watching through my fingers

Caught off guard by your favorite song
I’ll be dancing at a funeral
Dancing at a funeral
Sleeping in the clothes you love
It’s such a shame we have to see them burn
Shame we have to see them burn

What’s gonna be left of the world if you’re not in it?
What’s gonna be left of the world? Oh

Every minute and every hour
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
Every stumble and each misfire
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

“If you want to be a party animal, you have to learn to live in the jungle
Now stop worrying and go get dressed”

You might have to excuse me
I’ve lost control of all of my senses
And you might have to excuse me
I’ve lost control of all of my words
So get drunk, call me a fool
Put me in my place, put me in my place
Pick me up, up off the floor
Put me in my place, put me in my place

Every minute and every hour
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
Every stumble and each misfire
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

Watching through my fingers
Watching through my fingers

‘Cause every minute and every hour
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

My 2 cents –

First… Thank you to Andrew McDowell for introducing me to this band. I have been doing a deep dive on their discography since.

So I had to ask my kid if they knew about it. And of course they did. It created a conversation about the meaning of the band name and the fact that so many of the songs have sad lyrics. All have a great beat. But an incredibly sad lyrics.

The response I got was something along the lines of the happier the day the music starts to be less so. Because the beat is so much better on the sad ones.

Regardless I love the band and it had somehow escaped my life before now.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Grief

By

Serena Mossgraves

Wallowing,
in the darkness
allowing the weight
to hold you down…

Perchance it is death
in the moment,
only you have forgotten
how to drown?

when even the breath
is more than you know
how to release,
How is it possible to
find peace in grief?

The Cost of Grief…

The Cost of Grief…
Meme-emotional description

If you are a facebook friend or follow my Instagram… you have seen me post yesterday that our family cat has passed. That means I am a true mess. My Child is the Intern doing the Fae Corps blog…So I scheduled it for them…because in so many ways Luna was their baby. We are going to be okay…but it will take time. This is probably the only post I am doing for Wednesday & Thursday here. I will schedule my usual Friday post. By Monday I should be back to my routine…but if not then I will try to pick it back up as soon as I can. We are used to a very vocal baby who is now silent. This will be hard.

Tuesday Tunes

A day for me to discuss music

Lyrics –

Breathe in, breathe out

Can someone tell me I’m not going crazy?
The thoughts in my head make me hate me
Maybe I’m too far from saving
Can someone check that the room isn’t spinning?
Seems like the oxygens thinning
The monsters in my head keep on winning

I’m bigger than the bad thoughts
I’m better than the way they make me feel
I won’t let the bad thoughts take the wheel
I’m bigger than the bad thoughts
I’m brighter than the light they’re trying to steal
So why do they feel so real?

Breathe in, breathe out
Sometimes I don’t like the cards that I’m handed
Life can seem too hard to manage
I’m proud of myself for just standing
When light feels too real that the door shuts on reasons
Voice in my heads preys on my biggest weakness
I count my breath, one, two, three, four

I’m bigger than the bad thoughts
I’m better than the way they make me feel
I won’t let the bad thoughts take the wheel
I’m bigger than the bad thoughts
I’m brighter than the light they’re trying to steal
Why did it feel so real?
When I know they’re not real

Breathe in, breathe out

Just ’cause I think something don’t make it true
Been here before but I’ve gotten through
Maybe not now but I’ll be okay soon
Maybe not now but I’ll be okay soon

I’m bigger than the bad thoughts
I’m brighter than the light they’re trying to steal
I won’t let the bad thoughts take the wheel
I’m bigger than the lone nights
I’m brighter than the light they’re trying to steal
So why do they feel so real?
I know they’re not real
Bad thoughts aren’t real

I’ma be alright
I’ma be alright
I’ma be alright
I’ma be alright

I’ma be alright
I’ma be alright
I’ma be alright
I’ma be alright

I’ma be-
I’ma be alright
I’ma be alright
I’ma be alright
I’ma be alright

I’ma be alright
I’ma be alright
I’ma be alright
I’ma be alright

I’ma be alright
I’ma be alright
I’ma be alright
I’ma be alright

I’ma be alright
I’ma be alright
I’ma be alright
I’ma be alright

My 2 cents –

I am slightly overwhelmed lately with life. But I’ma be alright.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Perspective

By

Patricia Harris

Every person has a unique way
To say the truth as they see it,
Somehow it always seems to be
The same thing said differently.

Perhaps the world is all using
The same vocabulary
And only the perspective
Has changed.