I am now a week away from turning 49.
I never expected to see 30. I kept hearing as a teenager that I was going to have a heart attack before then….
So each year I am still in shock that I am still alive.
next week I think I will be taking a break. my blog will return the following week on Monday.
The Concert.
Okay. I have had time to calm down. We got dressed up. We looked amazing. We were so excited. We get there and find out that Falling in Reverse would not be there. Okay, That is only one of the TWO bands we were excited about. TBH we had not really heard Plush so we were ambivalent about them.
The Concert was half an hour after we were told to be there. We understood that was probably to give people time to find their seats. But People were arriving already drunk and loud. The idiot on the other side of Joe was screaming and smelled of beer. The smell of Pot permeated the whole damn stadium. (Not that I mind a good doobie but it was overwhelming.) When the concert did start it was not the order we were told. Plush came out first.
They were amazeballs.
I need to stress that because of how bad the rest was. The woman in the seats in front of us kept standing up to record with her cellphone. The screaming idiot did not stop for the music. All of the extra noise and smells sent Angel into a meltdown. So we decided to leave….And that is when I realized the woman on the other side of me was sitting on my dress. I tried to pull it loose and she just looked at me like I was an idiot. I literally had to ask her to please fucking get off my dress before she let me move.
We finally had to leave – we had only managed to handle three and a half of the songs. The rudeness of people ruined what could have been an amazing experience.
I don’t understand why people cannot just sit and enjoy the show. I only wish we could have stayed. Plush was amazing what we saw, and I imagine Disturbed were probably Better.
So…WordPress is complaining about space. I need to find a way to deal with Monday poetry without uploading more in the already full space…or I will have to change Monday a wee bit.
I want to do this without having to remove the previous uploaded posts. I will have to see what I have to do.
Poets are expected to write love poetry.
Today of all days I feel like I am out of place.
My boyfriend and I have been together for nearly all our adult lives…but we are not the romantic sort. He is my best friend.
His sister writes such lovely romantic poems.
I am trying to talk her into publishing them.
But for the poet who writes gothic poems or poems about nature more than love poems…today is an extra stress.
For poets write about love and romance, right?
I just want to say it is okay to be alone. I am nonbinary with Acesexual tendencies. Romance is not something that interests me…so why would I write about it?
Just because today is a commercialized romantic hell…You are okay even if you have not found that person yet. You are okay even if you never do.
Someone asked me in a vague way about inspiration and why I chose the genre I did…
I don’t think I chose it.
let me explain. I write what is comfortable. For me that often is prose with a poetic bent. I am by my nature Goth and pagan… energy that follows me in my work. I am a gamer. that also follows me into my work. I am a parent. again it follows me. I think it’s just something we write what we know.
That is why you can’t write the same story I can. Even if you write the same topic. your life experience and your voice is going to be drastically different from mine.
So write it, that story buried in the back of your head…. I promise it is something that no one else has done.
Games.
Video games to be specific.
I have several that I am rather fond of.
Back in the early oughts I was so into Ultima Online that I learned how to code in C# just to be able to make a server to play with.
My friend group, though small, have a small selection of games that we cycle through that are multi player. This includes Conan Exiles, 7 days to die, Green Hell, project Zomboid, palworld, valheim, raft, subsistence, Stardew valley, and red dead redemption 2 online.
Of the ones that I listed… Palworld is the newest one and the one that I am most likely to be on a solo run with.
I used to love 7 days… the developers really ruined it. It looks great but they keep taking the game and wiping their backsides with it then when the fans try to make suggestions they are asinine to them. It makes it less fun.
Project Zomboid is complicated. 3rd person view and I keep dying.
Raft is fun. but I don’t like having the shark attacks on.
Conan Exiles rocks. Over all good multi player game.
Valheim… I don’t like the building mechanics in this game.
Green Hell is better now. The first time we tried to do multi player there was invisible natives and I kept dying.
Stardew valley is Farmville on crack. Lol
Rdr 2 I am struggling with this one. Not good at stealth. Not good at shooting.
Palworld is basically a pokemon clone with a better story.
I am certain I can do the deadline for Tears of the Broken.
I don’t know if I will be able to get it done with a huge amount of leeway but it will be done by the deadline.
I promised if I was certain I could I would reveal my next volume today.
If you follow me on Facebook at all you have seen the cover. I have an album that I dump all the new ones that I create into.
Ever since creation this has been on my mind.
I generally choose a word for each year. most years it has not been something I have put a lot of weight on. This year the word is Hope.
So I thought Hope Splashes would be a good one for this year… but I think it wants to be written sooner rather than later.
I wanted to share all of the covers here but it was too much for WordPress. Hence why my post for last week. I found the limit 😞.
Ever seen something and felt like it was you?
My Daughter introduced me to a new anime. Ascendence of a Bookworm.
The lead character is a fragile little girl who is in love with books. It’s an isekai. She is reincarnated from Japan. Into a world where books are rare.
So since she can’t have books, she is determined to make her own.
The story is amazing and apparently there’s manga… so now I’m craving the manga.
I will be looking into getting them.
Y’all. I have a new car!
I have wanted this car since I was 15 years old.
We only got it because the price was right. And we needed a vehicle that could hold the 3 of us.
But…
Still. It is a VW bug.
I’m a little bit giddy. It is seriously my dream car.
The bulbs for the low beams need replaced. There’s a crack in the windshield. The glovebox handle needs replaced. The door handle on the driver side needs replaced. The driver’s window sticks. The car is in serious need of cleaning. The exhaust needs replaced. It needs an oil change and a tune up.
We paid a thousand for it.
We are going to probably be a couple of months before we can afford to get it All repaired (as we have to pay the loan off we borrowed to buy it to begin with first.) But we own it.
Picture is from the ad- I have not been able to get some of it in person yet.
Of course, since I can’t afford to do anything else… I have been window shopping on Amazon for fun accessories for my new car. What do you do when you are excited for something and can’t do anything with it?
Yesterday I shared a song that takes a traditional Christmas song and adjusted it for pagans.
There’s a lot of people who would be angry about it.
But to me… songs are a different type of poetry – one that I am not very good at. I have written millions of poems and only one song.
I admire music, a lot. It has gotten me through some of the worst things in my life.
And I have a song that I associate with every heartbreak I have suffered.
So, I see somgs such as that the same way I do someone doing a rework of an old poem. As long as the original is attributed – or made obvious….why does it matter if someone has taken a different view?
I love new views on things.
Pattimouse 