In trying to make it work with my health issues and keep up a daily or at least semi daily posting…I have to make a few changes. So, Saturday Thoughts is my new catch all. I will be trying to at least tell you what my word counts for the week is {starting next week as I am scheduling this one ahead.} This is also where I will be talking about my health and mental health progress.
This is where I will talk about what I have managed for the week or what has happened to delay progress. I will speak about publishing and writing. I will speak about my life and my art. I will speak about the 2 am rabbit holes and the other strange things I end up thinking about.
This one was the one with the most votes. I will be using the other ones as the choices for the next one. Due to the chaos of my life and health I believe Rising Madness will be releasing in April.
I am currently looking for people who are interested in review copies (ebook only ) of any of my own books in exchange for an honest review on any of the online outlets. I want to boost my books on the algorithm a bit. This includes my work and Serena Mossgraves work. If you are interested just let me know and we’ll talk about the format you would like to get and an email to share it to.
I am already starting the new volume so maybe I can get back into the daily routine again.
I've been a thousand places I don't know where I'm going It's hard to find a place to call home Every demon, every ghost from your pastAnd every memory you've held backFollows you home
Oh, home, let me come home Home is wherever I'm with you I'll go wherever you will go
And it don't look like I'll ever stop my wandering I've been down every road Felt the sun, I've felt the cold
This is a cut poem for the volume Lyrical Recycling, a cut poetry volume.
Bohemian Songs : battle born by five finger death punch, nobody drinks alone by Keith Urban, Home by Edward Sharpe and the magnetic zeros, wandering by James Taylor, Home is You by Rozes, wherever you will go by the calling
when the world closed in on me I needed you so desperately, I kept looking at the phone wondering if you would be there if I were to call, if I asked would you be there for me at all ?
Perhaps that's my mistake I counted on you ever to be the one I could count on.
the madness is but a whisper
that speaks to the chaos within,
tis okay though ... for as long as you
keep going forward and and don't give up,
it'll all make sense in the end.
the world will always have chaos
madness and drama to forge
the dreams into what makes
sense in the end
Pattimouse 