I have been busy. Several of my books are coming out in Epub format. Bedtime tales is up in all the formats. And I have been putting some serious word time into almost all of my other W.I.P.’s . That is not counting doing the normal mom things and making jewelry. Plus this blog, some amatuer photography, and other social media activities. Not sure how I have managed all of it and still slept. However I may let things slow a bit this weekend. Burning the candle at both ends for too long will wear me out. Will post a link post later, with all the current books i have out and their various formats for ease of finding them.
Category: published
Hug, Apology or a kick in the bum
I am debating which of the three I owe myself. I finally got back into writing. Published another Children’s book. (mind you I have been writing all along but not as much as I expected of myself.) then I went to check Nook press to see where i was in publishing all of what is already out on Nook…now mind you I have been so upset that my phone died that I didn’t see the blessing in disguise. I have been procrastinating. Instead of keeping it simple and just writing, I have been worrying about word counts and fancy apps to write on. So…I discovered that I had left one undone on Nook…and was far from done there. So Not only will Bedtime tales be going live (its already live on Kindle) but now word play will be available on Nook. I will be getting more up and try to update some links for you guys soon. And Regardless of what I owe myself…I owe you readers my butt being in gear.
New Book goes live
My first in a series of stories i started as bedtime stories for my little girl just went live on the Kindle. I am waiting for the review on createspace. so I will post that link when it does. for now….
Here is the link for the Kindle version of Bedtime Tales : The teddy bear picnic.
Enjoy!
can we play
So busy hurrying along,
Simple pleasures lost and gone.
Forgotten toys,
broken and gone.
Same question all along.
Can we play,
and have some fun?
Can we laugh,
Jump and run?
Whimsy competes
with hope and dream,
Pushing us to all that we can be.
Weary and tired,
as life draws us to the bone
leaving us looking for
Relief and joy.
Random acts of poetry
In the heart of the poet,
Each moment in time.
written in verse
both loose and light.
darkness ebbs with the mind,
An overwhelming heart bound tide.
Lyrics touching deep within
singing the song,
of souls adrift
comforting
warping.
setting the mind
free to dream,
free to believe.
Distant memory
of words spoken in rhyme,
Iambic measure, Rhythm and time.
Pushing boundaries
Just to feel alive.
In the loneliness
here i sit uncertain and alone,
Planning uncertainty
for so little is known.
Hearing the negative,
so loud inside my head,
Tossing and turning.
can’t go to bed.
Those who should praise me
Do naught but to doubt,
Those who should see me,
For them i am not really around.
Invisible and struggling.
Sinking when I should swim,
The ocean of doubt crashes within
The struggle about
Just trying to begin.
I know better than to hear
The darkness within
I know i am better than I ever
possibly have been.
Yet in the loneliness,
Deep in the night,
That is when the voice within
is hardest to fight,
when no one is there
to help fight it off.
no one is there to remind you
of the cost
Snowdrops
After midnight,
Staring out the window.
Softly drifting white,
Covering all within my sights.
Hesitant to enjoy
Such a coldly pretty view,
For fear of embracing
Even something new.
Soft snoring emanating
From yet a few feet away,
Reminding me only
Of tomorrow’s busy day.
Asleep, should i be
Not starting through
A quiet, cold night,
Wondering what i might
Begin to plan and make.
Not today dear
I know I should write,
Should create and
share my light.
I should tell my story
For all the world to hear.
Not today dear.
There is laundry
To wash, dry and fold.
There is blog entries
Left to be told.
Poetry I must
Write so well.
Social activity
To lessen my hell.
Not today dear,
Can’t you tell?
Today was just
A wee bit much,
So though there is
A lot of stuff
Requiring me to do….
Not today dear.
Individual I
Blending in,
For now everyone
Has the traits
That used to mark me
As unique.
My idiosyncrasies
Are now community,
Nothing new or remarkable
In my mind today.
Was individual,
And even slightly weird,
Now everyone does
What i began.
So now i sit
And slightly sigh.
For looking around,
And dreaming that I
Could return to the time
When I was unique
Just once more.
I spoke the truth
I spoke the truth
In a tiny voice,
I spoke the truth
To be told i lied.
I hang my head
in utter shame,
For i spoke the truth,
And you turned away.
I shook my hands,
With a frustrated cry,
Trying to just be heard.
I spoke the truth,
I did not lie.
I was brave,
Though inside i feared,
I spoke the truth,
It was denied.
How can i believe
That i will be safe?
For all is how he said,
I spoke the truth,
No one heard.
Grown and wary,
Weak and weary.
Haunted by what
Cannot ever be undone.
I spoke the truth,
When will i be
Believed?
Pattimouse 