Tag: Blogging

P.A.D. Challenge Day one

I am going to try to post my poem every day from the PAD Challenge. I am terrible at doing that…lol. I also do not know if I am going to only do one of them or not. I found a couple of options. I usually do the writer’s digest version(Linked above.) But sometimes the prompt does not hit properly. Fae Corps is also posting a daily prompt in November, just as we do in April and November every year.

Today’s Prompt from Writer’s Digest was either Beginning or end.

What would you do with that prompt? What would you do with the Fae Corps Prompt? If you aren’t doing poetry are you doing NANOWRIMO? Tell me about your project. I am really interested in what others are doing this year.

Poetry November

This is by Shel Silverstein. His poetry is often fun and whimsical. I devoured all of his books in middle school.

Friday Share

Friday Share

So you found a new book?

Or maybe you just published one?

Did you find a new webcomic that you like?

Or a song you think everyone should hear?

No need for explanation…Just Share it.

You find a good deal that you think we should all see? Just share!

Or hey even a joke you think too fun not to share, Just share it.

Post links in the comments.

Occasionally I will too.

Monday Poetry

Friday Share

Friday Share

So you found a new book?

Or maybe you just published one?

Did you find a new webcomic that you like?

Or a song you think everyone should hear?

No need for explanation…Just Share it.

You find a good deal that you think we should all see? Just share!

Or hey even a joke you think too fun not to share, Just share it.

Post links in the comments.

Occasionally I will too.

Whelp, it’s Wednesday

I know that this is becoming a habit. I will be getting back to the webcomics next week. I am nearly over this damn cold. I appreciate your patience.

Sick day Sunday

Last week I said that I was going to try to be more responsible with my own blog… the more observant among you have noticed that I have not been posting the drawings for the past two days. The weather changes and my crappy immune system equals I am sick. It is not life threatening but it is bad enough that I am barely out of the bed today. I am hoping to be able to do some periodic posts this week instead of the scheduled stuff… mostly because I feel like warmed over death at the moment. My sinuses are driving me nuts and I am so going back to bed. Peace out y’all.

Late Again

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I sometimes feel like Alice… the rabbit hurrying me for fear of being late. Admitted, I expected to be late for today. I was not in the mind space for blogging last night. To tell you the truth I am not quite there yet today. I survived the MRI. Though I was scared to death of it. This week I am going to be late if I post anything. I hate doing that but it has been a crazy week and it is only a Monday. I guarantee that I am not going to be able to do my blogging usual, but hopefully what I do post will be worth reading.

So, hurry hurry and let us see… what exactly the rabbit has in store for you and me.

Monday Poetry

An end of an Era…Maybe.

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The title of the post is thought catching, Isn’t it. I finished writing Handprints on my soul today. I was trying to decide how to announce it, and the Release date – November 18th… On the blog and I ended up joking that it was the end of an era…and it just seemed appropriate. Each of the volumes feel like a section of my life…

So the era of Handprints is over. I looked through the covers and I think the next general volume will be Thoughtcicles. When I woke this morning I found it was cold. We are at the very beginning of fall. I love fall, but I don’t really like the cold. I feel like I have more trouble thinking in the cold. Since I will be starting to write this in colder weather I feel like it is appropriate.

I will be over the next few weeks starting the marketing for Handprints, alongside Not another Danny…and the other stuff that Fae Corps is releasing. But for today…Here is the last poem in Handprints on my soul.

The last poem.
Literally.
And somehow…
I see eternity.