So it is Sunday. For me, that means it is the day to Schedule the posts for the week for my blog and for the Fae Corps blog. The problem is that I hate the premade cookie-cutter look that I have adopted for convenience’s sake. So I schedule (Most weeks) and then I randomly post extra because it crosses my mind. Then I feel guilty because I don’t keep up every week with the planned posts and know I should save the extra stuff for the weeks that I am outta spoons. This is also why I don’t do a Newsletter for my stuff. I am blessed to have a wonderful intern who does the Fae corps Newsletter. I would have no idea what content to throw in one. My poor Patreon suffers for the same reason. I have issues seeing why anyone would want to see the random poetry I share. Not because I don’t believe it is good…but because I feel like that is why someone buys the books. The random stuff is my way of drawing people into seeing what I am capable of. So I end up feeling like I should do something different…and well I don’t have the looks for OnlyFans. I like to share the stuff I do on the blog. It feels like I am able to be myself…to some extent. Not that I really filter myself anywhere…I am a terrible liar because I will forget what I said…and then I am caught. So I just share what feels right for me. On Facebook that tends to be inspirational memes, poetry that catches my eye, and the randomness that is Facebook, On Twitter…well it used to be random thoughts but I really have not been on Twitter in a while. I tend to cycle social media to what I am focused on during a given period. Instagram…has never been a favorite of mine. I try but I don’t like the way it works. Tiktok is mostly me reading my poems…with the random weird girl thoughts. And believe me when I say I am a weird girl..or mostly. Some days it is the weird dude. Just another one of the guys. And it works for me. No, I am not asking for your approval – I am who I am. No matter the platform. Tumblr sees more of my brooding poet and artsy side. There is no platform that fits me exactly.

That is because I don’t fit me exactly.
I am goth,
I am a broody poet,
I am a nerd,
I am a geek,
I am mom,
I am an artist.
I am a gamer,
I am a stoner,
I am a writer.
I am a storyteller,
I am a fat chick,
I am an introvert.
I am opinionated,
I am nonbinary,
I am pansexual,
I am a survivor
I am a warrior
I am a pacifist
I am a woman
I am genderfluid.
I am intellegent
I am uneducated.
I am chronically ill
I am a serial procrastinator.

I am sure that there are other labels. As you can see several of the labels seem to be contradictory. That does not mean that all are not true. And I am evolving. I am growing. As are you. Everyone grows daily. it is how we are. Human nature if you will. We all have stories…just not all of us make a habit of telling everyone what life has done to us. It is an oddity of mine. My family rolls their eyes because they have heard my stories a million times. The fun thing about the internet is there is always someone who has not heard about my cat when I was a kid…Or the random Dungeon and Dragon’s story that made me laugh. Those stories that are what makes my poetry what it is. That makes me who I am.

I don’t want to do my blog today – hence what this wordy collection of thought vomit is about. I am not wanting to find poetry to put on images or choose a song to talk about. I would rather get lost in reading my webcomics than choose one to recommend. So I am not gonna. I am going to try to do some tomorrow but today I am just not gonna. I could make some excuse…I just am not willing to do that. I might instead tell some of my stories from high school that are fun and mindless. Depends on how I am feeling tomorrow. If the blog is still feeling like a chore instead of the fun I believe it should be then this week will be filler