I normally schedule my blog posts on Sunday for the week…and when I don’t I end up with the posts for the week not going up. I don’t intend it, it just happens that way. Well, the next two weeks are wrought with Stress due to an upcoming court situation. (My boyfriend has been trying to get his disability, and I am worried for him. It is not my court day but that often does not excuse the stress we feel when someone we care about is facing a major event.) So I cannot promise how well I will be doing until after the 30th. I am going to schedule this week today…or try to. I am having trouble with a stress headache today. So I thank you for your patience if I am less posty for the next two weeks. It is been much of the reason why March has been spotty. I have been writing and doing the work for Fae Corps to get the books out…but my poor blog has been too much to deal with sometimes. That is something I am trying to work on. I may end up just posting poetry and art this week instead of trying to keep my daily themes going.
Today my youngest turns 18. The first picture was of her at around 6 months, the second at 16. (She still looks much the same) I was given the gift of a lifetime in her. I am grateful. Happy Birthday Gabrielle, and may you enjoy many more.
The Schedule for 2022 is fairly busy. There are 3 indie Author books currently on the schedule., not including mine and Serena’s books. There are currently 3 Anthologies planned. I have at least one poetry volume and at least one Kid’s book releasing this year. Serena has a poetry volume releasing this year. That is on top of everything else we might do. I will be posting a better calendar on the Fae Corps blog. This is my personal blog, so Why do I post it here? Well, because I am excited about the options. Fae Corps will be posting a PAD challenge for April, as usual. And I will be giving a live interview(link upcoming when I get it.)
There are two Anthologies that will be coming out at the end of March, and Ashira Datya’s Second book will release at the beginning of March. Raz T Slasher is about to release book 2 in his series on 4/20. In May I will be releasing the next Pip Book. I am hoping to have another book by Serena done in time for release this year. Her poetry volume will release in November. I am not certain when I will be releasing Gathering Teardrops. It is half done. I am hoping for a June release, but we will have to see.
We already have an author on the schedule for 2023. Fae Corps is rocking this, and I am learning so much in the doing of it.
So I haven’t been around. Not surprised if you noticed. There has been a lot of activity in my life. Changes that have caught me by the throat. I don’t plan on bleeding those changes all over my blog, it would just open wounds that are starting to close. However, I am going to still be on hiatus a short while longer. It started with a nasty bout of bronchitis and then some nasty emotional baggage. I am slowly unpacking the baggage and starting to put things away. I think I will give myself grace through the month of December and start 2022 fresh. I need this time to deal with the mess that I got myself into. This time of year often ends me up with an emotional downside that I have been at a loss to prevent.
For me that means I will continue to work on myself and the issues that have arisen in my life. For you it merely means I am asking for patience. January will see more poetry, art, and discussion of the foibles of life that my blog has come to present on a regular basis. I thank you for the patience and I wish you all the best of holidays.
Today both Serena and I had a take on the prompt for the #MonsterSheWroteChallenge2021 over on https://braveandrecklessblog.com I just saw the challenge last night so I got a late start on it, but I look forward to doing the challenge. I will likely post a few more here as the month goes on.
Many years ago, my first kids book was Pip the pup. I illustrated it with my own drawings and clip art. One of my young readers – Dante, asked for more of Pip’s story.
I couldn’t refuse him. Releasing December fourth is the next chapter of pip’s adventure… Done in the same style. My own drawings and clip art to illustrate what I hope will be a good continuation of a cute story.
I lost a friend today. He actually passed away on the 7th… But I found out today. He was so bright and compassionate. He would at least once a month send me a digital hug. He was a veteran and a good man. I will miss him.
I normally put poetry on pictures with a copyright notice… This one hurts too much.
Lyrics – [Verse 1] Thought I’d bite my tongue Just this once, maybe twice, but the harder I bite Now it’s drawing blood There’s a trace on my lips, leaves a taste when we kiss Try to cover up All of the lies and all of the lines that I Bottle up To keep you safe and sound
[Pre-Chorus] But echoes of warnings Like whispers of morning, like It creeping through cracks in my memory It’d make me lose my mind
[Chorus] But every time I close my eyes It’s calling in like a siren Threatening to comе alive Unless I pay the pricе, yeah But if my heart is right this time And I can finally bear my secrets Maybe you won’t run and hide But love the monster inside me
[Verse 2] Maybe all the love Is a switch that we flip when we’re losing our grip And it’s close enough Taking good with the pain, go a little insane All we really want Is someone to hold until we grow old And no matter what (No matter) Can’t be scared away
[Pre-Chorus] Echoes of warnings Like whispers of morning, like It creeping through cracks in my memory It’d make me lose my mind
[Chorus] But every time I close my eyes It’s calling in like a siren Threatening to come alive Unless I pay the price, yeah But if my heart is right this time And I can finally bear my secrets Maybe you won’t run and hide But love the monster inside me [Bridge] Beauty in the chaos, all that’s left to save us Now Beauty in the chaos, all that’s left to save us Now Beauty in the chaos, all that’s left to save us Now Echoes of warnings like Beauty in the chaos, all that’s left to save us now Echoes of warnings like Beauty in the chaos, all that’s left to save us now
[Chorus] But every time I close my eyes It’s calling in like a siren Threatening to come alive Unless I pay the price, yeah But every time I close my eyes It’s calling in like a siren Threatening to come alive Unless I pay the price, yeah But if my heart is right this time And I can finally bear my secrets Maybe you won’t run and hide But love the monster inside me
My 2 Cents – I have always fought the stigma of my mental health. I am a survivor. That being said, sometimes the labels are easier to fight than others. Now I am trying to help my teenager fight them. She wants to write horror. She is into the creepy and dark. When she told her therapist that (New therapist) the therapist tried to claim that she was homicidal. She doesn’t want to hurt anyone. She is a gentle soul with a rich imagination. She wants to write dark stories so she is apparently Homicidal. I raised all kinds of hell with the office. The supervisor talked to my daughter and agreed that the therapist was way off base. So I am left with a wonderful beginning writer who is struggling because of labels. Seems to me that the world wants to label madness too easily and the monsters that truly exist are allowed too much leeway. so today at least I think I love the monster inside me and will revel in the beauty in chaos.
Those who follow me probably noticed that I have been awol for a few days – nearly two weeks… That is because I went on a vacation. I visited my parents, my brother, and my son and his youngest son. The poem in the picture is one that I wrote as a child and my dad held onto. Next week I will be back to posting, and I am hoping to be back on track… But I wanted to enjoy the family time, as it is a rare beast.
Lyrics – I haven’t always been this way I wasn’t born a renegade I felt alone, still feel afraid I stumble through it anyway I wish someone would’ve told me that this life is ours to choose No one’s handing you the keys or a book with all the rules The little that I know I’ll tell to you When they dress you up in lies and you’re left naked with the truth You throw your head back And you spit in the wind Let the walls crack ‘Cause it lets the light in Let ’em drag you through hell They can’t tell you to change who you are (That’s all I know so far) And when the storm’s out You’ll run in the rain Put your sword down Dive right into the pain Stay unfiltered and loud You’ll be proud of that skin full of scars That’s all I know so far That’s all I know so far So you might give yourself away, yeah And pay full price for each mistake But when the candy coating hides the razor blade You can cut yourself loose and use that rage I wish someone would’ve told me that this darkness comes and goes People will pretend but, baby girl, nobody knows And even I can’t teach you how to fly But I can show you how to live like your life is on the line You throw your head back And you spit in the wind Let the walls crack ‘Cause it lets the light in Let ’em drag you through hell They can’t tell you to change who you are (That’s all I know so far) And when the storm’s out You’ll run in the rain Put your sword down Dive right into the pain Stay unfiltered and loud You’ll be proud of that skin full of scars That’s all I know so far That’s all I know, that’s all I know so far That’s all I know, that’s all I know so far That’s all I know, that’s all I know so far That’s all I know, that’s all I know so far I will be with you ’til the world blows up, yes Up and down and through ’til the world blows up, yeah When it’s right or it’s all fucked up ‘Til the world blows up, ’til the world blows up And we will be enough And until the world blows up Just throw your head back And spit in the wind Let the walls crack ‘Cause it lets the light in Let ’em drag you through hell They can’t tell you to change who you are And when the storm’s out You’ll run in the rain Put your sword down Dive right into the pain Stay unfiltered and loud You’ll be proud of that skin full of scars That’s all I know so far That’s all I know, that’s all I know so far That’s all I know, that’s all I know so far That’s all I know, that’s all I know so far That’s all I know, that’s all I know so far I will be with you ’til the world blows up, hm
My 2 cents – This speaks wonders about being a parent. My relationship with my mom has never been real close. She was busy working and I was busy fighting. So we never really clicked. I wanted better. So when my daughter was born I was determined to have better. I didn’t want a mini me. Mom kept telling me I was so much like her. I hated that because I felt so misunderstood. I did not want to make my baby feel like she had to be me. I wanted to let her make her own mistakes in life. I guided her and told her the truth about the mistakes I made. I stood with tears in my eyes watching the mistakes that she could have avoided. And She tells me that she is so much like me. I stand at her back and she is the best person she can be…and I will be there for her until my world ends.
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