Category: routines

Saturday Thoughts

This is my work in progress list… and how I keep track of my word count. I added over 200 words to the blood rose curse (Serena Mossgraves submission for the upcoming anthology Fae Corps Publishing is releasing)  and started on her submission for the fall anthology.

Forgotten Knowledge is sitting at 7 poems but the stupid app likes to occasionally forget the stuff I put in the list.

I wish I could say that the progress was over the week. Honestly It was just Thursday. Two poems and roughly 500 words. I spent the rest of the week drugged and asleep because of pain. this may be my way until at least February.

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –

They say, “Freak
When you’re singled out
The red
Well, it filters through”
So lay down, the threat is real
When his sight goes red again
Seeing red again
Seeing red again
This change
He won’t contain
Slip away
To clear your mind
When asked
“Who made it show?” (made it show)
The truth
He gives in to most
So lay down, the threat is real
When his sight goes red again
So lay down, the threat is real
When his sight goes red again
So lay down, the threat is real
When his sight goes red again
Seeing red again, seeing red again!
Seeing red again, seeing red again!
Seeing red again, seeing red again!
Seeing red again, seeing red…!
They say, “Freak
When you’re singled out
The red
It filters through”

My 2 cents –

this one has an interesting feeling to it.

Monday Poetry

Poetry




Saturday Thoughts

Meme - Feeling Invisible

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.

And it will be most Saturdays.

New Volume and details of the rest

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.

Pad challenge Day 8 Patricia

Poetry
Monday Poetry

Expectations 

Ever expanding 

Ever exceeding 

 

Equating Ego Erroneously 

Extra expected... 

Everything Establishing 

Extra!

Pad challenge Day 7 Patricia

Poetry
Monday Poetry
Wake me 

wake me,

for I must be

stuck in a dream...



wake me,

as I have all

I ever wanted.



wake me,

before I decide 

to ne'er leave.

Pad challenge Day 6 Patricia

Poetry
Monday Poetry
Bohemian 

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

Pad challenge Day 5 Patricia

Poetry
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.

I needed you,
and hope was gone.

Pad challenge Day 4 Patricia

Poetry
Monday Poetry
So quickly my whole world shattered

the results are in from the test,

you told us years ago

that you needed to be free,

and now there's a problem...



It is nothing new

doctors always doubt,

health is just a cost

and how much money 

you are able to throw about.