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Artsy Fartsy Thursday

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So I have been doing an attempt at illustration of a children’s book. I think I overestimated my own art.

I did some images in canva to see if I can do better and I think I did better there.

I managed to hire the same person to do Dylan and the Hotel Zombie as I had for Dylan and the zombie pet. I don’t see the person being willing to do another job (She dragged her feet on this job) so I don’t know if I will be writing more in that series. However, I will be releasing Dylan and the Hotel Zombie for kids week December 2025.

This year I will be releasing Pip, That is not yours! And Where is my Sugar. I don’t know what the second one is going to be next year… If I am even going to be releasing a second. I have a year to decide.

It was suggested that I should make a third one in Dylan’s series but make it a middle grade. Then I could use the same images from the previous books and allow older children to follow Dylan’s adventures. I have to think about it. I can see where it would allow me to broaden Dylan’s world a little bit.

I have a middle grade in the bedtime tales series. It might be a fun thing to do it for most of the series. I don’t see Pip ever getting a middle grade. That one is always the early readers.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Grief

By

Serena Mossgraves

Wallowing,
in the darkness
allowing the weight
to hold you down…

Perchance it is death
in the moment,
only you have forgotten
how to drown?

when even the breath
is more than you know
how to release,
How is it possible to
find peace in grief?

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Perspective

By

Patricia Harris

Every person has a unique way
To say the truth as they see it,
Somehow it always seems to be
The same thing said differently.

Perhaps the world is all using
The same vocabulary
And only the perspective
Has changed.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Closed Minded

By

Patricia Harris

The problem with humanity is
not everyone has a mind open
to ideas of compassion and kindness…

the mind is not is not fitted with a door
meant to close in the things that don’t
fit the whole world seen within…
instead we have eyes and ears
that are supposed to be used to observe
all that the world is prepared to
throw at the unobservant kind.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Loneliness

By

Serena Mossgraves

Soylent green is people

And I have always been color blind.

What does it matter to me

If I am but the last one

Left behind?

People on whole are a cruel

And ignorant lot,

And I prefer loneliness.

For loneliness is dangerous

You can learn to love yourself there.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Human Shaped Verse

By Patricia Harris

Humanity is but another
Unknown thing
Making the poets speak.
All about the possibility
Never understanding the truth.

Someday I will speak instead about
How much I understand
All the things that make humans
Poetry.
Even then I will be wrong,
Definition is impossible.

Vaguely unreal is as close in
English as I might be capable.
Referring to the entire race
Somehow as having any voice
Even though they don’t understand themselves.

Oh yeah I have a book release today

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Have you gotten your copy yet?

I almost always forget to post these things here even though it’s always posted on my publishing page.

Monday Poetry

Monday Poetry
Poetry

Kids say the Strangest Stuff

By Patricia Harris

Why do we grow out
Of saying the most fun
Things that can come to mind?

Hurry up and save the toothbrush,
Avoid the trip to the planet
Made of stench and stinky feet…
Be made of turtles if you need to.
Why did you stop talking to
The monsters in the closet anyway?

Kids understand the world,
The wonders that keep it alive…
So though they say some of
The strangest things,
I think the kids see more than
Anyone else does in a lifetime.

*Poet’s note. This is absolutely inspired by my friend Jenny’s Dante. She messaged me three things that he said and it reminded me of the moments when my kids were little…and I realized that kids have a magic that we tend to forget by the time adulthood comes.

Monday Poetry

Monday Poetry
Poetry

Building Walls

By Patricia Harris

Everyone is so busy building walls
that we forget the reasons why
we try to hide within.

Keeping your heart from feeling,
keeping it from breaking,
is safer than trying to live
don’t you know?

building walls in front of my dreams
stops the pain from ever entering,
it stops people from touching the tender places
that I can’t heal from the other hands
that left me broken.

Celebrity Wednesday

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Today I am going to be on the Owl Light network on their Unprinted pages reading Pip and Friends.

Being on shows like that makes me feel like such a celebrity. The show starts at 9pm est. Come cheer me on.