Landscapes are fun to do. The trick with landscapes is setting a natural horizon. This is the part where the sky and the land separate. Too many try to make it an even line. Horizons are not straight in nature. There should be a curve. Even slightly
My 2 Cents-
Some songs I want to share because they are so beautiful, even if I have nothing to say about them. This is one of those. I am a supernatural fan…and Jensen has a gorgeous voice. This is a good song,
This is the first thing that I ever learned how to draw. It is a pup. My mom showed me how to draw this when I was a little girl. I never believed that I could draw because this was the only thing I knew how to draw, then my daughter was born. She had an interest and a talent for art, so I drew with her. It gave me the confidence to try again.
Confidence is a lot of art. Art without confidence is self-torture. I have found with art that practice helps. I have been improving as I continue to practice. I have very little of what I think of as talent, Instead, I think of my art as a skill. Because without practice I would not have gotten to the point I have reached. What do you create? What is your art? This can be multiple things.
My 2 Cents-
There is a lot of things that can make someone feel like they are to blame for relationship failings. This song makes me feel like I am not alone. I have been dealing with personality changes in the man I love due to brain abnormalities…and It makes me feel like a monster that sometimes I don’t love the person he has become. Sometimes when life changes those we love sitting there wondering if we can handle it is normal, even if it doesn’t feel like it.
Okay, I have been sharing my art on Wednesday and making it wordless… But Words are what I do best. It had been bothering me. I do art in so many different mediums. I actually enjoy talking about it. I don’t plan to share art every week. Some weeks I just want to discuss technique and such. Or share links to art that I found online and love. This gives me a platform that I am not wordless. I have lost my voice in the past and with it my power. I hate being powerless. Art is not about being powerless. Art is an expression of self. There is no greater power than being yourself. So, Let’s learn about art and share the journey of the artist together. Join me and share who you are as well.
Lyrics-
First, you’re on top of the world (a-ah)
And then that world just ended (a-ah)
You think you’re driving down the highway (a-ah)
But then you’re in the trenches (a-ah)
Butterflies are kinda nice, I guess
But my tummy hurts, I’m getting sick of it
Been bruised over, over again
So, you know what?
Screw feelings, I don’t want ’em any more
One second I’m on fire, then I’m bored
When I try them on, I end up insecure
Screw feelings, screw feelings (you know what?)
Screw feelings, I don’t want ’em any more
One second I’m on fire, then I’m bored
I just took ’em off and throw ’em on the floor
Screw feelings, screw feelings
Scared of the day it hits me (a-ah)
A baseball bat to my heart (a-ah)
Butterflies are kinda nice, I guess
But my tummy hurts, I’m getting sick of it
Been bruised over, over again
So, you know what?
Screw feelings, I don’t want ’em any more (any more)
One second I’m on fire, then I’m bored (then I’m bored)
When I try them on, I end up insecure
Screw feelings, screw feelings (you know what?)
Screw feelings, I don’t want ’em any more
One second I’m on fire, then I’m bored
I just took ’em off and throw ’em on the floor
Screw feelings, screw feelings
Screw feelings (yeah)
Screw feelings (yeah)
Screw feelings (yeah)
You know what?
Screw feelings (yeah)
Screw feelings (yeah)
Screw feelings (yeah)
You know what?
A-ah, a-ah, a-ah (yeah, a-ah)
A-ah, a-ah, a-ah (yeah, a-ah)
You know what?
I feel like this song
A-ah, a-ah, a-ah (yeah, a-ah)
A-ah, a-ah, a-ah (yeah, a-ah)
Yeah!
My 2 Cents-
The Last few months have just been hard. This song’s message is easily heard and it is a fun video. We have to feel things, it is in the human condition, but that does not mean we have to like what we are feeling. Today, Screw feelings.
Last year was incredibly hard. It happens, and I am not going to sit and weep over it. However, it brought changes to both my personal and professional lives. I refuse to do a resolution because I often get distracted and lose sight of the objective with that. Instead, I do a yearly word. It helps me set the tone for the upcoming year. This year is Effort. Now that doesn’t mean I plan to put in more, just that I become Mindful of the effort I am putting in and the effort of others. (Sometimes we fail to see the effort others are putting in. Either because it doesn’t meet up to the expectations, or because we are too busy to notice.) This Year I want to be mindful. I want to adjust my life to appreciate the effort in it. Including my own. I am too hard on myself so I think that I will struggle some with this.
Fae Corps has had some changes. My partner is stepping down to concentrate on her writing. So I am now the main person in charge. That is both scary and wonderful. I have always dreamed of doing exactly what I am doing. But being in charge means I have to hold myself to a higher standard. It also means that I am the only one I can blame if it goes pear-shaped,
There is a lot planned for the upcoming year. Poetry volumes, Another Pip adventure, The release of several Anthologies….and Fae Corps will be releasing more books. I have announcements that I will be posting here during the next week, and I am hoping to be more mindful of the effort it takes to do a proper blog.
Until then and the time I post again, I wish all of you the blessings of the new year, and hope it is a great one for us all.
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.
{Verse 1}
Woke up late, car’s a mess
Spilled some coffee on my dress
Trying to pick out a song
Drove too fast, missed a stop
Somehow a Policeman saw
How am I gonna pay for that?
{Pre-Chorus}
I stayed up ’til 3 a.m last night
Watching Netflix on my phone ’cause
They cut off the power line
Drank up the rest of the box wine
Oh, I know it wasn’t smart
And I say this every time
{Chorus}
I can’t adult today at all
I wanna go right back to bed
And pretend I’m not feeling well
There’s nothing that I wanna say
But ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I can’t adult today
I can’t adult today
{Verse 2}
Got to work, powered through
Headache started around 2
‘Cause I had to work through lunch
Finally, I finished up
Made it home and had enough
But I found a dog chewed couch
{Pre-Chorus}
I stayed up ’til 3 a.m last night
Watching Netflix on my phone ’cause
They cut off the power line
Drank up the rest of the box wine
Oh, I know it wasn’t smart
And I say this every time
{Chorus}
I can’t adult today at all
I wanna go right back to bed
And pretend I’m not feeling well
There’s nothing that I wanna say
But ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I can’t adult today
{Bridge}
Just another cup of coffee
I can’t adult today
Just a little bit more money
I can’t adult today
10 alarms just to remind me
I can’t adult today
Tomorrow I will try again
{Chorus}
I can’t adult today at all
I wanna go right back to bed
And pretend I’m not feeling well
There’s nothing that I wanna say
But ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I can’t adult today
I can’t adult today
I can’t adult today
My Two cents –
I am behind on my posts this week. It has been a really busy week for me – We had to get our lawn mower fixed and gather trash from the yard. Summer is ending but there are still summer chores to be done. So I spent Yesterday dealing with all of that. I spent Saturday dealing with a game and Sunday playing in a different one. So my normal work day – Sunday…well it got stolen. I will not post tomorrow but I have some upcoming announcements so I will be posting Thursday to tell yall all of what is coming soon. Man, Adulting is exhausting.
Lyrics –
[Verse 1]
I must be the kings of gambling
‘Cause I’m no ace of hearts babe, as you know, mmm
People say pick yourself up from the ground
But I just keep on sinking, like a stone, mmm
[Post-Verse]
When I drift closer you float further, out
And I hate, yeah I hate it
It’s like I’m the story’s villain
And you are the heroine
And I can’t win
[Pre-Chorus]
I tried to say I’m sorry but it sounds like it’s your fault
And every compliment just sounds like you’re no good at all
Yeah I hate to be the reason for you walking out that door
But right before I fix it, I fuck it up
[Chorus]
Fuck it up some more
I fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up some more
I fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up some more
I fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up some more
I fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up some more
[Verse 2]
You’re the best I’ve ever had
Hope I’m not your worst, but I don’t know, mmm
Sorry I’ve dragged you down through every circle
Down through my inferno
Should’ve cleaned first, mmm, mmm
[Post-Verse]
When I drift closer you float further, out
And I hate, yeah I hate it
It’s like I’m the story’s villain
And you are the heroine
And I can’t win
[Pre-Chorus]
I tried to say I’m sorry but it sounds like it’s your fault
And every compliment just sounds like you’re no good at all
Yeah I hate to be the reason for you walking out that door
But right before I fix it, I fuck it up
[Chorus]
Fuck it up some more
I fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up some more
I fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up some more
I fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up some more
I fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up some more
I fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up some more
I fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up some more
My 2 cents –
I can’t help feeling like this song is reading my mind. I often feel like a screw up. Whether I am or not. This one has been stuck in my head lately.
Pattimouse 