So I didn’t know what to post about today. I was just struggling with the reality of this month…
We had one of our chicken, who are pets go missing. Stray dogs scared her out of the yard. She was seen a block away, injured. She was the second one we have lost this month.
The first one was a baby silkie who got into the duck pool and drowned.
This is after our cat died.
So, this was a really rough month for me and my family.
I had posted in the local Facebook group that we were looking for her(the chicken). She has been missing five days today. We are facing the idea that she’s gone. Well Tuesday I got a message saying that a black chicken was wandering loose two blocks in the other direction.
My child is heartbroken at the loss of their baby. So dad and I went to check it out. We found a pair of loose chickens. They were not willing to be in the coop. Their owners were willing to give them to us if we could catch them.
Of the two we brought one home and the other one is supposed to be caught and given to us today.
Now the new one is peanut and is setting in well. I swear she purred the whole way home.
If I can’t let you go, will darkness divide? For the fiction of love is the truth of our lies We were playing for keeps but we both knew the cost Now the only way out’s in your heart shaped box But I hate that it seems you were never enough We were broken and bleeding but never gave up And I hate that I made you the enemy And I hate that your heart was the casualty Now, I hate that I need you As we rest here alone like notes on a page The finest to compose could not play our pain With a candle through time I could still see your ghost But I can’t close my eyes, for it For it is there where you haunt me most Where you haunt me most I hate that it seems you were never enough We were broken and bleeding, but never gave up And I hope that I stain through your memory As we echo through time in the melody Now I hate that I need you And I hear you now when you said it hurt But it had to fall, fall apart to work As I see you now in what’s left of me Is it too late to plead insanity? ‘Cause I hate that it seems you were never enough Yeah, we’re broken and bleeding in the name of love And I hope that we meet in another life I hope that we meet in another life I don’t hate that I need you (I don’t hate that I need you) I don’t hate that I need you (I don’t hate that I need you) I don’t hate that I need you
My 2 cents –
Ever feel like you are watching something die, and you are helpless to stop it? Like you want to run but if you do you know that regret will drown you?… Yeah that’s what I hear and I fear drowning.
The purpose of this one is simple. Most likely everyone here knows I run Fae Corps Publishing and I have been doing this in the background for a while now. I plan on talking clearly about the tools I use for publishing, and the way that each one works. Demystifying what I do. Is that to say that I will be making my own self unnecessary? No, because my experience is valuable. I just feel like so much of the process is made out to be harder than it needs to be.
This week I want to discuss what Fae Corps Publishing actually is willing to publish and why.
We avoid extreme gore. We avoid erotica. We do not pursue the political end that dehumanizes. We don’t publish Manga. We have yet to publish game books – through this may change in the future. We will not publish anything promoting Rape.
Extreme gore, dehumanizing political stories, and promoting Rape are all because they make us feel uncomfortable.
Erotica takes a special marketing, and it is not a thing we are aware of the readership for. We are not against erotica, but we are ignorant of the marketing skills and admit it freely.
Manga, and sometimes graphic novels, takes a skill to do the layout. It is not a skill that I yet possess. I may be able to learn it… But I’m not in a hurry to add to my platform.
Now I have listed the non publish list…. Here’s the list of the things we like to publish…
Speculative fiction, Horror, Science fiction, romance, Poetry (all poetry), Children’s Books (both picture book and chapter book), Young Adult, Fantasy, nonfiction (memoir, writing tips, etc)
I will leave on the bottom of the post the upcoming calendar. I feel like that will help. As You can see this changes slightly each week. Things get adjusted because Authors are not ready or I get a book that I had promised space.
August –
16th – Darkness lies heavy in the heart by Joshua Pavelsky
23rd – Beneath the Deep Wave by Andrew McDowell
September –
6th – The Fall by Mariah Lynde
20th – The Magick Saga Collection by Ashira Datya
27th – Human Shaped Verse by Patricia Harris
October –
18th – My Gothic Angel by Laj & Khoury Hawkins
25th – Anthology – Nightmare Whiskers
November-
8th – Thoughtfish by Ruan Bradford Wright (2nd Edition)
15th- Would You Like Fries with That By Mariah Lynde
December –
1st – unknown by Raz T Slasher (middle grade) (*though I don’t normally have an unknown in my list of release dates… from a couple of authors I will take the chance for “kids week” and save the spot. If I don’t get the book from them I will just have an empty spot for the day. But I think that they are worth it.)
2nd – Where’s my Sugar by Patricia Harris
3rd – Pip 4: Pip that is not Yours! By Patricia Harris
4th – Anthology Fae Recipes
5th – Unknown by CM Snow
6th – Spoiled Naughty Ponies by Capri Summers
7th – kids week open
8th – Hood of Sedna by Mina Skye
13th – Anthology Honesty in Verse
2025
I will get those listed closer. I feel like if I were to put them on the blog it would put too much pressure. I have “penciled” in dates for several authors for 2025 already.
This has been a stress filled week. If things could go wrong they did. We are trying to keep our mind in the head where it belongs, but this is not an easy task some days. Between the stress…the loss of yet another pet (we had a baby chicken drown in the duck pool) and the world political stuff blasting over every screen we turn on….it makes it hard to relax. I find myself wanting to hide. I can’t even write more poetry about it, because there is only so many times I can scream the same thing in poetry form before I feel like it is a pointless endeavor. And I am screaming in poetry the same thing the women of my grandmother’s generation screamed. It is starting to feel a bit hopeless. I am starting to hate living in a country that speaks out of one side of it’s mouth about freedom while it speaks about inequity out of the other. And I don’t have the money to afford to move anywhere else. I don’t know if I could live anywhere else.
I say that because I spent ten years in another part of this country. Away from the Appalachian mountains. I was miserable. Those mountains are such a huge part of my life. I have so many memories attached to them, that the idea of not seeing the mountains…it broke parts of me.
There is a life force in those mountains. And they sustain those who live here. I cannot explain it differently.
I have no interest in the Project 2025. or Agenda 47… or whatever they are branding it these days. To be honest it is trash…and everyone who thinks logically will be able to see that. It is taking the country beyond backwards. It is going into something more akin to Hitler’s Germany. Someone suggested that I might survive it by pretending to be straight and Christian. Wear more dresses. And that I would see less minorities. Well, I don’t want that.
First off, My neighbor is a nice little black lady with a son my age named Budda. Budda comes by and mows her grass and we talk. I have been friends with Budda for damn near 30 years now. I don’t want him to disappear.
Second, My kid is trans and I am non binary. Neither of us should have to “pretend” to be something we are not. That is horrific. And abusive.
Third, Why should I have to pretend to be Christian? The churches kicked me out when I needed help the most. I started out Baptist. I was baptised. I went to church against my mom’s wishes because I wanted to. Then when I was 14 and pregnant…without asking the circumstance, the church I had been at for the last two years asked me not to return. I was apparently a bad influence on their children. They did not ask me questions. It didn’t matter to them.
Several years later I went to a church food bank because I was homeless. I was turned away because I was dating the same man I still do. We were living in a garage. Sometimes my car, or his. But The pastor said since I was living in Sin with my boyfriend I did not deserve food.
I refuse to pretend to be Christian if that is what Christian is.
But that is what would protect me according to that person from the politics going into place. What I am hearing is the NAZI’s are going to be taking over and for my own safety I must blend in. I would rather die as myself than to live as a doll someone else poses.
I have lived a life where others controlled what I did and did not do. I have been miserable. I am 49 years old. I am too old for that bullshit. So understand this clearly… I DISSENT!
The Fae Corps Blog Does a Saturday TBR and they are not always books that we have read, but ones that look good amongst the recommendations we get. These are all going to be ones I have read, and This will be my clear thoughts on them. Now as I sometimes sign up to be an ARC reader, I will not always have the link for you to buy the book…but I will try to post when any I do miss the link on are live.
I have always been a voracious reader. I go through a trade paperback in about 4 hours. Since I have started publishing, finding time to read seems like a bit of a luxury. Not because I don’t read now…on the contrary. I am always reading things that people send me to publish, to edit, just to get opinions on. So reading for fun just seems like something I really don’t get to do as often as I would like. I have thousands of books on my kindle. And enough paperback and hardback books that it often causes fights. (My boyfriend’s of the opinion that if I am not reading them I should donate them). I keep the ones that I am willing to re-read. That means that eventually I will pick them back up. But the last few books I have indulged in…Ones I sought out for personal pleasure that had nothing to do with publishing…I found myself taking a couple of days to read. Simply because I was enjoying them, so I would put them down and stop for a couple of hours to do other things before coming back to them. So I realized that maybe beyond the Goodreads/amazon/and the like reviews…maybe I should take the time to tell you guys about these books.
I love random book recommendations. I will always go look up the book for to make up my mind whether I want to read it or not. Death Whispers by Tamara Rose Blodgett was one of those. I am now 7 books into the series.
It’s a young adult series set in a futuristic world. The human genome has been mapped and they figured out how to give us paranormal abilities… Like the ability to raise the dead. The problem is that the abilities appear to pubescent children. The main character is a teen boy – Caleb. And he is the strongest corpse raising type. The government has a habit of making those disappear. He is also the son of the scientist who mapped the genome. Him, his family, and his amazing friends, all try to survive the adventure of life and still keep Caleb out of the government’s clutches.
I like the series so far, but it has some minor problems. I feel like some things are not explained. By book 7 the author seems to decide to tired of the characters and skips to the next generation. The first books are all in Caleb’s pov so the unexplained stuff can be written off as his not seeing it… But when you get up where I am… The author starts perspective hopping. And I am so confused. The characters are really good. You want to know what happens. And the story is good enough to keep you reading. But I don’t know if I recommend going past the 6th book. I will have to get back to you later about it.
Though a couple of the volumes had a vote each this one received the most over all of the platforms. So I am as of Tuesday afternoon at 430pm only five poems away from finishing Human Shaped Verse. I have no doubt that I will have it done within the next few days and starting on Lost Notes. The others will get written eventually. They will go back into the rotation for the next volume as I get finished. I usually pick five that feel right and present them to everyone as choices when I get within ten poems of completion of a volume. It is slightly random in that respect.
All I really want is something beautiful to say Keep me locked up in your broken mind I keep searchin’, never been able to find a Light behind your dead eyes Not anything at all You keep living in your own lie, ever-deceitful and ever-unfaithful Keep me guessin’, keep me terrified Take everything from my world Say can you help me right before the fall Take what you can and leave me to the wolves Keep me dumb, keep me paralyzed Why try swimming? I’m drowning in fables You’re not that saint that you externalize You’re not anything at all It’s oh-so playful when you demonize To spit out the hateful, you’re willing and able Words are weapons I’d be terrified You’re nothing in my world Say can you help me right before the fall Take what you can and leave me to the wolves All I really want is something beautiful to say Keep me guessin’, keep me terrified All I really want is something beautiful to say You keep livin’ in your own lie All I really want is something beautiful to say To never fade away, I wanna live forever All I really want is something beautiful to say To never fade away, I wanna live forever You keep living in your own lie Keep me guessin’, keep me terrified All I really want is something beautiful to say Say can you help me right before the fall Take what you can and leave me to the wolves All I really want is something beautiful to say Words are weapons I’d be terrified All I really want is something beautiful to say Keep me guessin’, keep me terrified All I really want is something beautiful to say To never fade away, I wanna live forever All I really want is something beautiful to say To never fade away, I wanna live forever
My 2 cents –
As a poet, I feel like this is my theme song. I am aware of the power of words… Are you?
Pattimouse 