That time of the year

This is the hard time for me to keep up with my blog. So I apologize. Between sick, which seems to be a yearly thing, and birthdays… February and March are busy months for me. I am also working out the details for publishing another poetry volume (Soul Door), a novel as Serena (Rust, Gore, And the Junkyard Zombie) and I have a poem that I submitted to a new E-zine (Creatives Rising)

that is releasing soon. I am also still writing more poetry and the next novel. I will be updating this blog as I can, and I promise that I will post a couple more poems here by the end of the week. Still, Please have patience with my erratic updates.

“Honey, Let the Real Gamers Play”

Mysty Vander's avatarAspiring Halfling

‘Shh. Breathe.’

I exhaled a breath of stale air into the crowded lobby of the local hotel. My partner sensed my hesitation beside me and squeezed my hand encouragingly. With a small tug, he urged me onwards. “Let’s go, I don’t want to be around these neckbeards any longer than I have to,” he teased. I know, not a very kind way to refer to a wonderful community of tabletop gamers, especially when his partner is one of them, but I knew he was just trying to ease my nerves.

Walking into the entrance, I was immediately greeted by an older woman at the entrance booth. My partner paid our entrance fees, we got small, golden tokens that we could use to preregister for one game each.

Ignoring the hair standing on the back of my neck, the fear creeping up my arms, the imaginary breath and whispers of a…

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Character Deep Dives (CDD)

Starting a new story

I have been in a limbo since finishing the writing on Rust, Gore and the Junkyard Zombie. Writing poetry…. But story wise. I have a lot of options and I narrowed it down to three that I was willing to write.

Rust, Gore and the Junkyard Zombie goes to my editor (xterraweb.com) the week of the 26th of January. When I get it back I will be focusing on it more. My editor is amazing, so I rarely have to do anything else to my work when I send it to her.

So I mulled over the options available for stories. I decided to go ahead with one that I have tentatively titled Sanguinary Theory. Here’s the beginning idea…. I will polish and give you a better synopsis soon. This is the rough start.

~What causes a serial killer to stop killing? Usually death or capture. No one caught Jack the Ripper. So most assume him dead. The truth is something far more bizarre, and so very interesting.

Jack seeks immortality. He has discovered a medicine and blood rituals that have prolonged his life. And has been searching the centuries for the answer to true immortality. ~

Well? Sound interesting? Drop me your thoughts in the comments and help me decide whether or not this story is the right choice.

Prompts and some honest results

so Insomnia is kicking my butt. I decided to do a month of prompts in December… And the group did another for this month. Well I was feeling extra creative and decided to put the ones that I have done for January to lovely picture files. Please enjoy as I try to pretend that I am sleeping… Again.

Links to Happiness: Using Universal Links to Sell Your Ebook…

It’s all about perspective

I’m sick. And when I get sick, I get maudlin. I got a notice that I was getting a deposit from Amazon for the books that I have available. It is the biggest deposit yet, a whole $2.77. That amazes me. It is a sign that people are buying the books that I have written… Mostly poetry, but I have some children’s books and a novella (as Serena).

When I told my mother that I was published her first question was if I had made any money. At the time I stumbled with my answer because I had only made thirty some cents. The fact that I had made anything was a miracle to me, but I knew that would not be what she wanted to hear.

For me, publishing is only a way of being heard. Still, making enough from my writing to buy a drink…. Well it humbles me. Would I like to be able to pay the bills through it? Well of course. I am not stupid. I just choose to be thankful for the small things. How often does changing the perspective change the way something feels?

Small miracles lift up the downtrodden. I choose to see this as a small miracle, so that I am uplifted. What perspective can you change to adjust your view?

Poetry

©2017 by Patricia Harris

Tumblr is calling,
Porn and poetry,
Pitching me closer
To ecstasy.

Social media with no
Social anxiety.
The ability to hide out
From reality.

Though I am there
For all to see
I can hide inside
My own anonymity.

People watching

©2017 by Patricia Harris

People watching gives insight
To the one for who speech
Is nary a delight.

Introverted and shy,
Not even sure why.
Stumbling over words
Unsure if I am making sense.

Seeing fussy children,
The young through the old
Helps to make even
The shaky bold.

Coffee