I chose to copy some of this from the previous post…and add to it.
Xactly Poetic is currently up to 47/70 poems
Queer Verbiage is up to 26/70 poems
On my way home is up to 54/70
Fighting Ignorance is up to 23/70
Dream Drips is at 6/70
Serena’s Blood Red Rain is at 48/70
Occult Madness is at 3/70
Ocular Dystopia is at 2/70
As you can see… I am making progress… but I’m not sure if I am going to be done with any of them soon… that being said… I am setting a September release date tentatively for Xactly Poetic. I think that I can do that deadline. I say tentatively as I don’t have it finished and I don’t want to promise something that I can’t do.
It feels so strange to me to have so many volumes in progress. But many of them have a theme… which means that I am limited to what goes into them.
Xactly Poetic is all about the form. I am a free verse poet – so writing to the form is a challenge for me and my writing skills.
Queer Verbage is all about being a non-binary pansexual and the rainbow magic in my life.
On my way home is not themed, really…but like many of my volumes it is picking up a slight theme of the journey and what home is to me. Though I am not doing it on purpose.
Fighting ignorance is political poetry… and my opinions there are strong.
Dream Drips is about addiction.
Occult Madness is about pagan ideas, and religious thought.
I have been enjoying it immensely. However I have been trying to avoid the slave taking in the game. I really don’t want slaves. And I expressed that to the person who gave me the game… and they immediately said it is just a game and that they don’t see the reason why I am so worried about it.
I play games to have fun. Doing the right thing in a game for me is fun. I love crafting and building. In this game gathering and hunting is kinda fun? Not really my normal thing but I don’t mind it as much…
Games that force pvp or something similar tend to be ones that I avoid – actively.
When I said that he pointed out that I have not in the past presented problems with the players in my D&d games having slaves… well I guess I have to go point out that I don’t make other people’s choices for them… and I don’t judge people on their own choices. At least not in entertainment. As long as they don’t literally hurt anyone else with their choice – no one else has room for judgement.
So, what ever way you play – what ever game you play – Game on!
What makes a good title? and is it subjective? My daughter and friend both think I can do better for my coloring book than the title I had chosen. I am still struggling with the amount of work that goes into what will be listed as a low content item. I am struggling with the coloring book altogether if I am honest.
I love the cover I made for it. But I don’t like how the scanned art has a off shade to it that will print funny. Or just the way that putting the book together for this is. I suppose I am finding fault with the whole project. I am a perfectionist and there is nothing perfect about this project.
The only days that I’m not stressed Are days I work myself to death And I’m too tired to feel anything else
Even then, I’m restless in my sleep My worries bleed into my dreams and I Wake up and do it all again
Maybe it’s the way I was raised Or how I’m wired in my brain but I never seem to be Enough for me
Is it normal The way I can’t help second guessing Is it normal Wishing I could put my thoughts to bed And be in the moment For just a moment Cuz it feels like I’m always somewhere else instead Is it normal How I get stuck in my head
I bite my lip and twist my hair Scroll through my phone or sit and stare at nothing Trying to chase my train of thought
Tell everybody that I’m doing okay Make it look good and hope that one of these days It won’t be a lie
Is it normal The way I can’t help second guessing Is it normal Wishing I could put my thoughts to bed And be in the moment For just a moment Cuz it feels like I’m always somewhere else instead Is it normal How I get stuck in my head
Ahh, yeah yeah Ahh, yeah Ahh, yeah yeah Stuck in my, stuck in my Ahh, yeah yeah Ahh, yeah Ahh, yeah yeah Stuck in my, stuck in my
Is it normal The way I can’t help second guessing Is it normal Wishing I could put my thoughts to bed And be in the moment For just a moment Cuz it feels like I’m always somewhere else instead Is it normal How I get stuck in my head
My 2 Cents –
I heard this on tiktok…and related so much. Sometimes music is just knowing someone else feels the same.
For the ones that follow me on Facebook, I just changed my profile picture back to this one. It is a good picture, in my opinion. But I had a good friend tell me I should smile more… I am far prettier when I smile…. well I am smiling in this picture. But it doesn’t reach my eyes. Because I was nervous when I took the picture, the smile is a plastic thing. Forced for the picture. My grandma Ethel used to tell me that she hated my pictures because the smile never reached my eyes. This picture fits that discription.
I don’t want to be pretty. I don’t care if anyone sees me as such. However it was bugging me that she said that I should smile, as I was smiling. That is when I remembered what Grandma said. I still think it’s a good picture. I feel like I am androgynous in it. Which I love. I don’t really understand a lot about gender and the binary of it. But I don’t have to. I can be comfortable with myself and not really understand what I am.
Pattimouse 