Category: exhaustion

Wild Wednesday

I HATE AI.

It shouldn’t be something I feel so virulent about. I am aware that AI has it’s uses. I just cannot accept that it is being pushed into the creative space.

Drawing, writing, and other creative endeavors are not something that should be easily reproduced…

I have since 2014 used Evernote for my writing. It allowed me to do a notebook for each volume. It allowed me to organize me…

Evernote decided to send out an Email. Not only were they raising the price…to almost double….which I really dislike but would be fine with paying because it feels like I had something that worked for me…

But they also announced that they were adding AI to “Clean up your notes after a meeting.”

Nope.

No way to opt out. Just here is AI. It will help you. Although I did reach out via email… and the response was that the AI was an optional thing…but when I said that they needed to say that because the original email said nothing about options… and I got a uhm response.

I dislike Microsoft products and avoid them like the plague. I only use windows because I cannot get a couple of my programs to function in Linux. However…Since I cannot find any other option that has all of the options I need other that Evernote…I switched to OneNote.

This is going to be a learning time for me.

I have no idea if I am going to be able to do the same amount of writing, or if it will help me write more…or what.

*Sigh*

Wish Me Luck.

Tuesday Tunes

A day for me to discuss music

Lyrics

I saw somebody leap to the other world
Jumping off the edge left behind his hope
But he could fly for a second incredible
I wonder what it was like when he finally fell

They say you hit the water and then it’s gone
All the tears you cried all the pain you felt
But is it worth all the hurt that you’ve probably caused
When they find that you don’t make it back to shore

To be honest
Sometimes I think about all of the same things
I wish I could go back so I could change all of my memories
‘Cause all of them are sad
All the drinks I had
Turned into a pool of misery
I wonder if I’m better drowning

I tell myself
No no no no no no no no
No
I try to tell myself
No no no no no no no no
No

They celebrate the life that they never knew
Can’t point out the elephant in the room
Most people can’t understand what you’re going through
So in the end does it matter the path you choose?

To be honest
Sometimes I feel like I’m feeling the same things
I wish there was a way that I could tell this to my family
But they’d only be sad
Maybe I don’t have
Any point in being here
It’s so unclear if I’m swimming or sinking

I tell myself
No no no no no no no no
No
I try to tell myself
No no no no no no no no
No

I’ll turn my headlights on
Speeding ‘cross the bridge
No it won’t be long
But I got to be strong

And I tell myself
No no no no no no no no
I gotta tell myself
No no no no no no no no

And I tell myself
No no no no no no no no
I gotta tell myself
No no no no no no no no

I tell myself

My 2 Cents –

This song is so poetic. I love the way it flows.

Monday Poetry

Wild Wednesday

So…

What would you expect from a poetry book? Or an art book? Or really any book?

I am sitting here considering the composition of a coloring book and I am not sure of what makes a good one.

I know what I like.

This far I have been trying to get the books I published to be stuff that I like…

But what if I am not a good judge of content?

Tuesday Tunes

A day for me to discuss music

Lyrics

In the woods I met a man
Old as oak and staff in hand
Sunken eyes but gentle smile
We sat down and talked awhile

And he said I can see it in your eyes
You’ve been hurt a couple times
I’ve got the perfect antidote
To cure a heart of stone

Tiny red pills in a big blue bottle
He put them right in my hands
Said this stuff can do wonders take you to nirvana
Make you a better man

I should’ve known something was amiss
When I saw his smile turn to a grin
But
Then as he left me
There so perplexed
He turned and said

One to numb the hurt
Two to ease the pain
Three to clear your mind
Forget all the hate
Take as I advised
Not more than prescribed
Several weeks ahead
You’ll be fine again

One to numb the hurt
Two to ease the pain
Three to clear your mind
Forget all the hate
Take as I advised
Not more than prescribed
Several weeks ahead
You’ll be fine again

So I went home
My heart confused
Didn’t know just what to do
I popped the cap
And took a dose
After all what could I lose

And then I touched the clouds and bathed in sky
A magic broom a carpet ride
Before I fell and woke in bed
Tried to repeat the words he said

One to numb the hurt
Two to ease the pain
Three to clear my mind
Forget all my hate
What did he say next
I forget the rest
But several weeks ahead
I’ll be fine again

One to numb the hurt
Two to ease the pain
Three to clear my mind
Forget all my hate
Five could never hurt
Just to calm my nerves
Several weeks ahead
I’ll be fine again

Tiny red pills in a big blue bottle
Wish I had the strength back then
Need to get a refill chase away the evil
All the whispers in my head

But I can’t find the man I knocked on his door
His neighbors say no one lived there before
So now all my days
Just blur in a haze
They go like this

One to stop the chills
Two to ease the pain
Three to wash my guilt
Forget all my shame
Five could never hurt
Six couldn’t be worse
Seven days it’s been
Here we go again

One to stop the chills
Two to ease the pain
Three to wash my guilt
Forget all my shame
Five could never hurt
Six couldn’t be worse
Seven days it’s been
Here we go again

Here we go again
Here we go again
Oh

To stop the pain
Forget my shame
Ah

One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six

My 2 Cents –

This has a fun feel but it talks about addiction. I feel like that is ofttimes how addiction is…it seems fun on the outside, but It is not near as fun inside.

Monday Poetry

Wild Wednesday

Okay…I have been thinking of the options for Wednesday.

I have had a few suggestions for what I could do…

And I have a few Ideas…but I am still on the fence because it feels like I am setting myself up for extra work…

I love the idea of doing some of the random things on the blog…but I am overwhelmed by the amount of work that I have as is.

I will keep Wednesday for the random stuff that pops in my brain.

I just don’t guarantee that I will do it every week.

If I do a video Book club discussion on Fae Corps Publishing’s YouTube Channel once a Month would anyone be interested? It is another thing I am being pushed to do that I am not sure if I should.

The current suggestions for Wednesday is to do a discussion on other people’s poetry…or a book club… or go back to the Webcomics… thing….or basically do a journal day(not really sure that is a great idea)…

Monday Poetry

Wild Wednesday

Well…I started wild Wednesday so I was not limited on topic…to get some leeway for me to do blogging about… and I am finding out that though I have an open day for discussion…. I have no idea what to say.

Part of the reason why is because I don’t know what I have that anyone wants to hear. My poetry and my art are unique. So I feel like they are things that are interesting. Everything else is stuff you can find in other places online. Why would anyone be interested in my view on the normal?

This is a sincere question for me. I love doing the blog but I am struggling with the everyday thing. I am seriously considering dropping Wednesday unless I have some reason to post.

Wild Wednesday/arsty fartsy

Okay today the topic is…a digital art piece I did. My daughter and I were discussing it. We could not decide if it was a landscape piece or not. She said that it was not. I think that it could be… So I figured it would be something to start a conversation with for my last week of Wednesday for the blog this month.