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

Productivity Faeries

So I am on almost all of the social media outlets…. Though it is hit or miss on some as to how often. Tumblr is not something that I am on quite as often…. And yes I use it for poetry not porn…. Lol. It has been the best for poetry prompts. I really like prompts, as it gives me a focus to help the muse.

I finished writing Word Petals, my latest volume of poetry. However, editing and layout will be putting the likely release in January. Still, It meant that I needed a new volume. So I put in play one of the titles that I have in reserve, Soul’s Door. The new volume is already started.

Rust, Gore, and the Junkyard Zombie is still in the first round of edits. We just moved in a new home so I have been very busy, and the edits have been back burnered a couple of times. It is a priority but I have to have things like coffee and clean clothes for my editing time.

The blog/newsletter that I am doing with my sister is up and doing well. We post at least four times a week, often more…. Makes me feel like I am neglecting this one, though I have even gotten better at keeping it up.

If you are wanting to find me on the various social media outlets…. I am pattimouse nearly everywhere. Or just comment and I will answer.

2017: Reflecting

I sat down to write this morning and realized that though this has been a rocky year personally…. It was a great year for my writing. I finished and published three volumes of poetry this year and am nearly done with a fourth. I put in play a pen name, Serena Mossgraves. As Serena I released a Novella (The Death of Neverland). I am nearly done with my first novel (Rust, Gore, and the Junkyard Zombie)… Just have to finish the editing, the writing is done. I have done several short stories and worked with two children’s stories. I also started collaboration with my sister on our Spiritual Gardening blog.

Looking it all over, it really does not seem like as much as it is. Still, it is more than I have accomplished before. With the end of the year nigh, I find myself looking back at the things that I wanted for 2017…and thinking ahead to what I want from 2018. I refuse to measure my life in regret, so I do not dwell on the things that went sideways. However, I do look at them and see what I can learn from what I have done. This year, though a personal hot mess, I was able to redirect myself back to my writing. I was able to make it a priority. That is behavior that I plan on continuing.

What about you? Was 2017 a good year? Why? What will be carried over into the new year?

More poetry

The Typewriter

©2017 By Patricia Harris

Stuck the shelf,
Dust covered
Forgotten in the dreams
Of writer’s long gone.

Clicking clacking keys,
The E sticking,
Ink dried.

Paper jammed
As dreams once
Crammed in drawers
To hide the writer’s soul.