I have been doing the layout for Muse’s Masterpiece, dealing with the anthologies for Fae Corps Publishing, and I am sick. And I look around at the new poetry volume…there is only 3 poems in it so far.
My housework has fallen behind…
And everything aches…
And the squirrel brain says that I am a failure because I am not writing.
Sometimes we have to learn to tell our brains to shut up.
I am doing all that I am capable of right now.
And if anything I need to slow down, rest more because my body is still not feeling well.
So, hush you squishy ball of overworked fat. I am doing as much as I can do.
I posted recently about evolution of poetry volumes.
I started Echoes into the void Yesterday(For me this is Sunday.)
And already the inspiration has been leaning towards a singular topic. That does not mean it will be the end theme…but that is often how it starts. I am amused by this.
And in Announcements – I have been approved to do the Poetry Marathon Half Marathon! I did it before in 2017. It is 12 poems in 12 hours. One an hour based on prompts given. I usually enjoy this sort of writing challenge. I will be posting the poems here as well. It is in September. (I have to look up the exact date again…So I will clarify more information closer to.)
If I could build a fire and burn down my life That would be the one thing I got right ‘Cause I’m haunted by a shadow that I can’t escape See it in the mirror right behind my face I could build a fire and burn down my life Lately I could kill to be someone else I wanna ghost myself Try to stick it out but nothing helps I wanna ghost myself I’m a freak, I’m a liar Cut me out like a virus, oh I wanna ghost myself I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna I wanna ghost myself Think I’ll take my heart and throw it off a cliff Yeah I got a feeling that it won’t be missed Let my body and my mind disintegrate I don’t want you to see me this way Think I’ll take my heart and throw it off a cliff Lately I could kill to be someone else I wanna ghost myself Try to stick it out but nothing helps I wanna ghost myself I’m a freak, I’m a liar Cut me out like a virus, oh I wanna ghost myself If I could do it all over I’d do it right Cut loose all of the innocence If I could do it all over I’d do it right Kill the stereotype And start it all again Think I’ll take your heart and throw it off a cliff Lately I could kill to be someone else I wanna ghost myself Try to stick it out but nothing helps I wanna ghost myself I’m a freak, I’m a liar Cut me out like a virus, oh I wanna ghost myself I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna I wanna ghost myself
My 2 Cents –
Everyone makes mistakes. Everyone has regrets. Going back to redo your life…as good as it sounds… you can’t have the good you have without the bad you went through. But there are days. So, On those days… Let us Rock.
I Didn’t know what to talk about. In some ways it was better that way.
Recently, I sent a text to a friend.
He saw that text as an attack, and started to call me a liar. So I lashed out.
I apologized. Then I told him why I said what I did. I told him I felt like I was owed an apology as well. He said he was defending himself and would not apologize for it.
The problem is… I am seeing a six on the ground, and he is seeing a nine. Neither of us are wrong. He felt attacked. Though I was not attacking him, his feelings are valid. But in feeling attacked…He reacted. I then was hurt because he was attacking me…and I reacted. My apology was genuine. I honestly should not have said what I did. It was because he often calls me a liar – I don’t lie. He seems to think that because I am female it is a default…That I am going to always lie. I regret reacting…But I find myself questioning why I am putting myself in the position that this is even an issue.
I think I need new friends.
Because these make me cry. And I am damn tired of crying over people that don’t care.
I can almost see it That dream I’m dreaming But there’s a voice inside my head saying You’ll never reach it Every step I’m taking Every move I make feels Lost with no direction My faith is shaking But I, I gotta keep trying Gotta keep my head held high There’s always gonna be another mountain I’m always gonna wanna make it move Always gonna be an uphill battle Sometimes I’m gonna have to lose Ain’t about how fast I get there Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side It’s the climb The struggles I’m facing The chances I’m taking Sometimes might knock me down, but No, I’m not breaking I may not know it But these are the moments, that I’m gonna remember most, yeah Just gotta keep going And I, I gotta be strong Just keep pushing on, ’cause There’s always gonna be another mountain I’m always gonna wanna make it move Always gonna be an uphill battle Sometimes I’m gonna have to lose Ain’t about how fast I get there Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side It’s the climb Yeah There’s always gonna be another mountain I’m always gonna wanna make it move Always gonna be an uphill battle Sometimes you’re gonna have to lose Ain’t about how fast I get there Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side It’s the climb Yeah, yeah Keep on moving, keep climbing Keep the faith, baby It’s all about, it’s all about the climb Keep your faith, keep your faith Whoa
My 2 Cents –
The last two weeks have been dark songs… so I purposely went to look at the most uplifting thing I could think of. Not sure if it was just something that I was needing or just a little bit of a boost because I could. Either way… don’t give up. You matter more than you know.
Especially writing for either self publishing or indie/small publishing firms. When you think of children’s books…the first thing that comes to mind is golden books. Trust me…that is an unrealistic view of what you will be able to publish.
Amazon has the strictest regulations here, but the others are not far from it. In order to have even a Paperback book you need 24 pages. That is not as easy as you think. For Hardcover the requirements jump to 75 pages. For a kid’s book that is nearly impossible.
This is done I am sure due to the cost of printing each book. You also need to consider the cost of each book if you were to set it up as a Hard back. That often adds a factor of almost $10 to a book. How many parents are going to be willing to buy a book from a new author at such a high cost?
Sometimes it is better to start smaller and work your way big. Paperback for an initial release if it is done right can still look nice.
They cry in the dark So you can’t see their tears They hide in the light So you can’t see their fears Forgive and forget All the while Love and pain become one and the same In the eyes of a wounded child
Because hell, hell is for children And you know that their little lives can become such a mess Hell, hell is for children And you shouldn’t have to pay for your love With your bones and your flesh
It’s all so confusing this brutal abusing They blacken your eyes and then apologize Be daddy’s good girl, and don’t tell mommy a thing Be a good little boy, and you’ll get a new toy Tell grandma you fell from the swing
Because hell, hell is for children And you know that their little lives can become such a mess Hell, hell is for children And you shouldn’t have to pay for your love With your bones and your flesh
No, hell is for children
Hell, hell is for hell Hell is for hell Hell is for children
Hell, hell is for hell Hell is for hell Hell is for children
Hell, hell is for hell Hell is for hell Hell is for children
Hell is for children Hell is for children
My 2 Cents –
Was struggling to find a song for the week and this came across my dash. It’s unfortunate… But I feel this. Childhood should not be something you have to heal from…but for many of us it is.
Pattimouse 