In the end I will stand alone

I am taking a break from coffee house writers. This is my last post there for a while. Though there are some awesome writing on there, and I have quite a few friends on there… I felt like this last poem should stand alone. Please continue to read the work there. The writers are doing some amazing work.

Coffee house writers

My friend Heather’s story

My friend Tish’s article

And my poem

Coffee House

My poem

My friend Tish’s article

My friend SB’s article

Twice the coffee house writers

So my girl Redbird has been sick and did not manage an story this week. However, Tish wrote an amazing article! And I did a poem! Go check them and all the other wonderful pieces that are up on Coffee House Writers!

Coffeehouse Writers

Mine https://coffeehousewriters.com/the-poem-sliced/

My girl’s https://coffeehousewriters.com/coppershades-in-a-prophecy/

My friend Tish’s https://coffeehousewriters.com/new-year-new-word/

Coffee House Writers

My poem

My girl Lily’s Story Teaser

My friend Tish’s article

It is the little things

This year the holidays stunk. Yeah I said it. It is so taboo to be miserable during December, because you feel like you are weighing everyone else down. Or you feel just freaking ungrateful.

I know that I am not alone in this. This year has weighed hard on so many. No ability to do big gatherings, or family meals, or the other traditional trappings of the holidays. So much of this year has been death and illness. And for me family distancing.

The holiday was just lacking. So I was playing video games with my youngest, and scrolling down Facebook occasionally when something caught my eye. Serena has her own Facebook. Well someone, another author, had told me that Serena’s Rust, Gore, and the Junkyard Zombie was on his Christmas wishlist. He tagged Serena in the comments of his gifts… He got it.

Seeing that tag just made me smile. It made my whole holiday better. Just knowing that book was wanted.

So till this year is gone, enjoy the little things. Don’t let it fall apart because the big things are missing. Enjoy what you can. I hope that each of you find a little thing that brings joy this season.

Tools, Skills, and other follys

Tools, something that are different depending upon the user. Each person may have different skills depending upon the tools that they have at hand.

For an example, I am capable of sewing by hand. I have been taught this skill in childhood. My mom, my grandmothers, my other female role models… They all sewed. In various levels of skill. My mom still makes the most beautiful quilts. However, though I have the ability to sew by hand… It is slow. I have arthritis in my hands. This makes it take longer. I am not as neat as I am with a machine.

This is something that was brought up lately. Someone told me that my digital art has improved. I am sure that it has… After all I have better tools. I have a decent laptop. I have good art programs (Gimp & Krita are my two current favorites). I even have a good mousepad that I recieved for Christmas. (An elephant with headphones on. It is an ergonomic one that helps with my arthritis).

If someone is struggling with their art, or their writing, or any part of their life and you want to assist… Ask them what tool they are missing. Sometimes it is something small such as someone to bounce ideas off of.