Nightmares

Nightmares

The rose is for the beauty. I need that right now. I am AWAKE. Thanks to a very vivid nightmare. I rarely remember my dreams, for which I am often thankful. I have nightmares and night terrors. I have most of my life. When I was younger I would seek out the light when I woke from one like that. Today I seek beauty and music. To me that’s growth.

The dream was nothing special until the end. In the dream my boyfriend, myself, and two of my sons were looking for some Halloween hijinks. We found a weird mall that had this throw things at a Nazi memorial thing. I was really good in my dream at finding the things that had been thrown and at throwing them. My boyfriend asked me to gather him some, so I did. The items were mostly broken metal. When I went to give the items to him I accidentally scratched a girl on her leg. Now mind you it was a shallow scratch. Still the people in my dream decided that deserved punishment. I was made to walk through a pheromone loaded substance that smelled so strong that I was ill. I found myself wanting to walk through fire in my dream to get rid of the lingering smell. I wanted to burn my own skin off. That is when I woke…feeling like I had been through HELL.

As I type out the dream it feels like my mind made more of it than there was, but the emotions and extra mental pressure cannot be described adequately. Sensory additions in dreams just add to the feelings so when I wake I feel even more in need of normality.

Rejected and thoughts about it

I don’t often submit my poetry unless it is requested. The reason is I end up getting rejection notices more often than not. It makes my thoughts about my poetry sour. I realize that everyone gets rejection notices and they don’t mean anything about my poetry but they make it harder to put the poetry out there.ย  Part of my own mind on this is I have likely chosen the wrong one to send.

I know that they were not my readers, my readers enjoy my poetry. still rejection stinks. so I will likely either hesitate or decide to push it until I find someone that takes my work.

Monday Poetry

Monday Poetry
Poetry

Saturday Thoughts

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.

Monday Poetry

Monday Poetry
Poetry

Saturday Thoughts

This is my work in progress list… and how I keep track of my word count.

This week I squirrelled a lot instead of writing. Some weeks are more art than words, and this is one of those. As a matter of fact I don’t want to deal with the book review tomorrow so I am planning on an art post instead.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Saturday Thoughts

This is my work in progress list… and how I keep track of my word count.

Serena has decided that she wants to do a Gothic love poetry volume with serenity’s art.

she is only aiming for 45 each art and poems .

this week Wednesday should be a peek from that volume.

we are melting so I am going to be trying my best to get writing done this week .

Monday Poetry

Monday Poetry
Poetry

Saturday Thoughts

This is my work in progress list… and how I keep track of my word count. And I found myself needing to change it recently to add details.

As you can see I finished a few things this week. I am hoping to get the shadow people done by Wednesday, if I do I will post it for Wednesday whispers.

Stacked Nightmares only needs stolen skins and the shadow people before I can publish it. The new collection is Buried Secrets.Cover reveal below ๐Ÿ‘‡

As to my health… well Monday is the day I am released from the surgeon.