Ramblers in the wilderness we can’t find what we need We get a little restless from the searching Get a little worn down in between Like a bull chasing the matador Is the man left to his own schemes Everybody needs someone beside em’ Shining like a lighthouse from the sea
Brother, let me be your shelter Never leave you all alone I can be the one you call When you’re low
Brother, let me be your fortress When the night winds are driving on Be the one to light the way Bring you home
Face down in the desert Now there’s a cage locked around my heart I found a way to drop the keys Where my failures were
Now my hands can’t reach that far I ain’t made for a rivalry I could never take the world alone I know that in my weakness I am strong, but It’s your love that brings me home
Brother, let me be your shelter Never leave you all alone I can be the one you call When you’re low
Brother, let me be your fortress When the night winds are driving on Be the one to light the way Bring you home
And when you call and need me near Sayin’ where’d you go? Brother, I’m right here And on those days when the sky begins to fall You’re the blood of my blood We can get through it all
Brother, let me be your shelter Never leave you all alone I can be the one you call When you’re feelin’ low
Brother, let me be your fortress When the night winds are driving on Be the one to light the way Bring you home
Brother, let me be your shelter Never leave you all alone I can be the one you call When you’re low
Brother, let me be your fortress When the night winds are driving on Be the one to light the way Bring you home Be the one to light the way Bring you home
This last week has been something out of the twilight zone. One of the Authors from the anthologies (J.Milton Case II AKA Uncle NEcRo) passed away. Jenny’s Cat passed away. To be honest I don’t handle death well on a good day…but this was just too much. Add in the holiday and I ended up sick. So, I am just today trying to get a little bit of work done. As I feel like I have done naught but sleep for the last week.
Trying to get all the books up on Ingram (for author copies) and Payhip (to give another ebook option) had me going over how many books I have published. I started publishing my poetry books in 2010 and started the company of Fae Corps in 2020. There are 23 anthologies out for Fae Corps. That doesn’t even include the individual authors who have been published by us. That is just surreal.
There is a lot I have learned along the way. My kid keeps yelling at me because I am so willing to share what I know freely. They say I should be charging for my time at least. And I suppose they are right, but it is so hard to see this stuff as something to charge for. I would not even know what to charge.
is it too much to light a single candle, to illuminate the world one small light at a time?
One Candle to fight the darkness, one Candle to push the dreary away. I am not trying to rid the world of all the darkness, That is too much for me to try, I just want to push some light into the world so that I might see. One Candle is enough for me.
I have been seeing a lot of feminine Rage songs appearing on the music scene. I can understand why…and I can relate to way too many of them. Still it is something that bothers me because it feels like we are going backwards as a country.
So I have said that I enjoy making covers…and Especially poetry covers for future books – whether I ever get them written or not…I just enjoy the creation of the idea.
I am, at least where my files are concerned, Very organized. So I have a folder of future Poetry volumes and then each is organized alphabetically.
That gives me an idea of when I have two many of any one letter starting the titles. So I can choose titles from letters I have less of. If I have 3 or more then I feel like it is time to pick a different folder to add an idea to.
Do I realize that with over 70 future volume covers I will never get them all written? Yeah. This is an art form that relaxes me. And it means when I finish a volume I have choices. So less anxiety there.
My child thinks I am overwhelming myself. Planning for things that will never be, I see it as dreaming gently about possibilities.