It’s Sunday. I usually do my publishing/blog/writing based responsibilities on Sunday… but it is also Joe’s birthday. So, I am squeezing in what I can before I go to bed. Then I will be spending the day with him and trying to get the rest of the week playing catch up. Next week I will be AWOL as the 13th is my day.
I actually have ideas for this week, mostly. Wednesday is the iffy…but I may come up with something by the time I get there.
If I find that I am feeling froggy I might try to do something after the 13th as far as posts but regardless I will return to work on the following week.
Also…in addition to my own release of Internal Battlefields, my middle child, NK Xero, is looking at releasing a poetry book in April. (With Fae Corps Publishing of course). Also I am hoping to do the same thing I usually do and post a daily poem. I’m hoping to try to do some new ones ☺️
Joe’s sister gave me some watercolor sharpies. This is the test I did for them. They are wonderful when you get them started… but they are difficult to get started. I do love new tools though.
It’s Sunday when I am doing the blog posts… and I find myself struggling to find a topic for the week. This week has been longer than usual for me… and we are going to be heading into a rough area of the year.
Why is that you might ask? Because of my birthday. It is the 13th of March. I struggle with my own birthday. The reason is that I honestly never expected to make it to 30… and I am going to be 48. I don’t know what to do with myself.
So I don’t know if I will be able to get the blog up for the week surrounding the 13th. I am already stressed out and struggling with my mental health.
I plan on trying to get it done… but I want to warn you that I am struggling with this one. That way if I don’t manage it no one is surprised. Yes, I do realize that I have a week before then… but I’m also starting to feel the quicksand of the birthday blues. So I am going to state the issue now and hope that I can overcome it by then.
I can’t still remember me and Miss November Rain Beautiful and strange Always so inclined, coloring outside the lines Yeah, you were never on time
You’ve always been slightly awkward, kinda weird Upside down and not all here What’s a-wrong with me and you is crystal clear
Sometimes I’m in a room where I don’t belong And the house is on fire and there’s no alarm And the walls are melting too How about you? I’ve never been the favorite, thought I’d seen it all ‘Til I got my invitation to the lunatic ball And my friends are comin’ too How about you? Don’t worry, it’s all just a symptom of being human
Unpack all your baggage Hide it in the attic, where You hope it disappears This all seems so familiar But it doesn’t feel like home It’s just another unknown
You’ve always been slightly awkward, kinda weird Upside down and not all here Right a wrong, it’s all so crystal clear
Sometimes I’m in a room where I don’t belong And the house is on fire and there’s no alarm And the walls are melting too How about you? I’ve never been the favorite, thought I’d seen it all ‘Til I got my invitation to the lunatic ball And my friends are comin’ too How about you? Don’t worry, it’s all just a symptom of being human
We’re all just passing through Passengers on a ship of fools We’re all just passing through Passengers on a ship of fools
Sometimes I’m in a room where I don’t belong And the house is on fire and there’s no alarm And the walls are melting too How about you? I’ve never been the favorite, thought I’d seen it all ‘Til I got my invitation to the lunatic ball And my friends are comin’ too On a ship of fools Don’t worry, it’s all just a symptom Of being human
My 2 Cents –
This song just kinda hit… I so often feel like I am a weird little oddity and I don’t fit in. Even if I know that I am just human… I feel like I am so very strange… and it is nice to hear that I am not alone…
I fought the Internal Battlefields and finished the writing as of today for it. I will be announcing the publication date as I have it…
I asked here and on several of my social media… and the choice came down to Hellfire and other illusions, my causality, and Immortality. So I asked Joe… His choice was Immortality. My daughter liked it best but felt like I would have an easier time writing Victory over the Asylum. I hope she is wrong there.
My flowers are incredibly simple to make. I place a small spot of color on the page and push it around until I get it looking like a flower. Perhaps because it is so easy is why I struggle to see them as being as amazing as everyone else seems to see them.
Pattimouse 