This is my work in progress list… and how I keep track of my word count.
My health issues got me this week. Wednesday was a migraine, and I have an odd knot in my right palm. it has made using the hand painful at best. I am going to the doctor Monday to see what I can do about it. I am right handed so I need it not hurting so I can get stuff done.
That being said…I believe I have managed to get quite a bit written in the meantime.
Dear diary, dear diary I’ve been searching for a higher me I’m in the sky, in the pilot’s seat, trying to stop my mind from spiraling And that’s irony, that’s irony I’m just looking for a resolution, I just want to be a better human But it’s hard when everybody’s acting stupid Pardon me if that came off rude, I just have a bad attitude With the world and not just with you, it’s the side effects of abuse I admit I’m a little strange, I don’t think that I’ll ever change I survived a whole life of pain, you could say I escaped my fate
I’m a cynical, egotistical, unpredictable, hardened criminal And I can be a little hypocritical, but I’ll admit it straight to your face I’m unbreakable, irreplaceable, undeniably inspirational I used everything I had available to make me the person I am today
Dear diary, dear diary I just had another wild dream I was in a world that admired me, and when I woke up I was smiling And that’s irony, that’s irony You talk a lot but you don’t even know me I’m just hoping that my testimony will inspire y’all to stop acting phony Pardon me if that came off weird, I don’t mean to be mean, I swear I have been through a lot this year, I just want to make a few things clear I don’t like it when people hate behind my back and not to my face Nowadays it just feels so fake, so I’ll cut the grass to expose the snakes
I’m unstoppable, it’s impossible You don’t wanna see the diabolical side of me that never stops, is volatile So I suggest you stay in your lane I’m unapologetic, you know where it’s headed I will never ever let up off the pedal I got the spirit of every warrior in me ever, so back the fuck up, get out my face
You’re a slave to labor and you praise the fascist You kiss the hand that takes half in taxes Faking outrage and being seen, a generation with no self-esteem It’s time to rise up and stand against them, break the chains and finally see the vision We’re post-traumatic from a broken system Follow me into the chaos engine
It’s time to stand, it’s time to fight Don’t be afraid to twist the knife Your sacrifice to break the curse Prepare to die, prepare to burn Abandon hope, it’s not enough ‘Cause all our gods abandoned us Your sacrifice to break the curse Light the match, watch it burn
Heaven falls, the angels die Let it burn from the start When everything falls apart
When everything falls apart (why have you forsaken me?) When everything falls apart (heavy is the crown, you see) When everything falls apart (why have you forsaken me?) When everything falls apart (heavy is the crown, you see) When everything falls apart When everything falls apart
My 2 cents –
This has been my earworm lately. it is a powerful song. I believe it is my favorite from this band. So do you listen to a playlist or the same song on repeat? I get burned out on songs and need the playlist but I was curious as to the way others do it. My son listens to the same song on repeat.
This is my work in progress list… and how I keep track of my word count.
Stolen Skins took me more than a little longer than I expected this week. I submitted it to Fae Corps Publishing for Across the stolen seas. (the process is slightly different for the approval on this one, so if you submit something to it we will be about 3 weeks for the approval or denial of work on this.)
I finished my library book and plan to do it for tomorrow’s review. I spent a bit of time reading this week, so I did less poetry. When I pick up a book I devour it. I tend to go through about 500 pages in a day. For some reason I struggle with my consumption of reading materials until midway through the year. Then I will be consistent in my reading process for the next few months. I will be doing a couple of ARC books for my friends this week coming. (gotta love having author friends) I also have at least 3 submitted manuscripts to read for Fae corps publishing. (Threatened me with a good time there.)
As I am not focusing on Serena’s story this week I hope I will be able to get more poems written but I don’t know. I am going to be hiring (starting Monday) Pic (partners in crime) editing to assist with Kingdoms of Sin. I have worked with them before and they are really good. I hope they will get me back to writing it. I want to release it next year if possible.
This is my work in progress list… and how I keep track of my word count.
Due to getting used to a new med I slept two days this week and spent a lot of time reading. I didn’t even try to make the daily writing goals. Still, I don’t think I did too badly.
The Deadline for Stolen skins is approaching fast. I am going to be digging in and finishing it this week.
Because I feel lazy – and I really wasn’t – I am likely to be doing more writing this week. Mental health is a bit fun like that sometimes.
I am going to be doing the art corner instead of Tuesday Tunes this week. I did some resin work and I really want to share it.
Cigarettes and alcohol I could smell you down the hall And know which one of you that I would get Pictures of us on the wall Fist mark from the last close call Couple hundred second chances left
You broke me down and stole my innocence You said I’d never get out but I did
You hate that you can’t control me You say that you wanna hold me You hate that I know the real you Hollow, shallow, see through You hate that I took the power It makes you feel like a coward You say that you’re gonna save me But you fucking hate me
Use me up just like a drug Held me down and called it love I thought that I had so much to lose Another fight, another fuck Another never good enough You hate me ’cause I’m better without you Without you
You hate that you can’t control me You say that you wanna hold me You hate that I know the real you Hollow, shallow, see through You hate that I took the power It makes you feel like a coward You say that you’re gonna save me But you fucking hate me
But you fucking hate me Oh
You broke me down and stole my innocence You said I’d never get out but I did, I did
You hate that you can’t control me You say that you wanna hold me You hate that I know the real you Hollow, shallow, see through You hate that I took the power It makes you feel like a coward You say that you’re gonna save me But you fucking hate me
My 2 cents –
This has been my earworm lately. it is a powerful song.
This is my work in progress list… and how I keep track of my word count.
As can be seen this week was a busy writing week. I think I got poems in almost all the open volumes. I got word counts in a couple of places. I also looked into hiring a developmental editor (Partners in Crime book services) for Kingdoms of Sin. Mostly because I would love to see it released next year. This week should be the usual posts.
