January Links

Books I was involved in Editing /publishing:

Under the Mists:
(www.books2read.com/underthemists)

Faery Footprints
(www.books2read.com/faeryfootprints)

My main links :
Come see me on Patreon (http://www.patreon.com/pattimouse)

my author page on Amazon
(https://www.amazon.com/Patricia-Harris/e/B012U5ZRD2)

My Coffee House Writer’s articles: http://coffeehousewriters.com/author/pattimouse/

My storenvy store
(https://www.storenvy.com/stores/1172892-serenity-studios-ooak)

Paperback https://www.amazon.com/dp/1654411841/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_pNTdEbPNSES3X

Ebooks
Www.books2read.com/dylanpetzombie
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Beauty’s Tears
Www.Books2read.com/beautystears
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Serena’s books-

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The Death Of Neverland

Mobi – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06VTCKZ3H

Paperback – https://www.amazon.com/dp/1729360181/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_StH1Bb9MJD9M5

Draft to digital – https://www.books2read.com/u/mVB5p5

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Rust, Gore, and the Junkyard Zombie

Mobi – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07B7J5FSS

Paperback – https://www.amazon.com/dp/1980471320

Draft 2 digital – https://www.books2read.com/u/47ZAa7

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Under the Mists (a multiple author anthology)-
https://www.books2read.com/underthemists

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Faery Footprints (a multiple author anthology)-
https://www.books2read.com/faeryfootprints

Last Friday

So I have a set up for this blog… Mostly. Monday is poetry.. Either mine or discussion of others. Tuesday is Tuesday tunes. Wednesday is either webcomics Wednesday or wordless Wednesday… Or very rarely Wednesday whimsy. Thursday is either tea party or reviews. The first Friday will be monthly prompts. I am considering a monthly submissions call on the second week. (Where I scour through finding calls for submissions for you all) I have two Fridays (most months) that I am still not sure about. I am considering doing a service spotlight where I point attention to a person providing a service for writer’s (editors, illustrators, cover designers, etc). 2020 my word for the year is change. I am going to embrace change. That means I am looking to improve how I interact with the world around me, how I approach my writing.

That is incredbly scary. Courage is not the lack of fear, instead it is being afraid and doing it anyway. I am terrified of change. It brings more Chaos… But I am facing it anyway.

So, I challenge you. What is your word for 2020? What are you going to embrace, and change in your life? No, I am not speaking of new year’s resolutions… This is something that is meant to make you think about you and how you approach life.

Yuletide blessings.

I’ll be back on Monday. Blessed Yule.

Woot! 500 followers!

So, this is a milestone, and I feel like dancing. Or partying! What is a party without a giveaway? So for my giveaway… Leave me a comment. Every comment on this post, or reblog, will result in an entry. (New follows also result in entries)

Giveaway: I have a copy of Pocketful of poetry(my very first volume), and a painted tin for the winner.

Wordless Wednesday

Tuesday Tunes

Marilyn Manson – The End
Is a cover of
The Doors – The End

Lyrics –

[Intro]

[Chorus]
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend
The end

[Verse 1]
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I’ll never look into your eyes again

[Verse 2]
Can you picture what will be?
So limitless and free
Desperately in need
Of some stranger’s hand
In a desperate land

[Verse 3]
Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

[Verse 4]
There’s danger on the edge of town
Ride the King’s Highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake, he’s long, seven miles
Ride the snake
He’s old and his skin is cold
The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here and we’ll do the rest
The blue bus is calling us
The blue bus is calling us
Driver, where you taking us?

[Verse 5]
The killer awoke before dawn
He put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door
And he looked inside
“Father?” “Yes, son?” “I want to kill you”
“Mother? I want to…”

[Bridge]
Come on baby, take a chance with us
Come on baby, take a chance with us
Come on baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Of the blue bus, on the blue bus, on the blue bus
Come on yeah
Fuck, fuck
Fuck fuck, fuck, fuck
Come on baby, fuck me baby yeah
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
Come on baby, fuck me baby
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
Come on
Fuck fuck
Alright
Fuck fuck
Kill, kill, kill, kill

[Chorus]
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

[Verse 6]
It hurts to set you free
But you’ll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end

My 2 cents –
Covers are iffy. Especially when the original is one of my all time favorite songs. There are a few covers that I am really into. I didn’t like the cover Marilyn Manson did of sweet dreams… Though it seems to be a popular one. I prefer the original. So I was happily surprised to like this one. It does not replace the original… Slow and soft, I will always love Jim Morrison’s voice. But this version with the creepy feel of Marilyn Manson singing… It has a different feel. One that I can appreciate.

Monday mehs

So I normally post poetry on Monday… But I am exhausted. I will explain why in a truth is stranger than fiction type way. Last week was just all around awful. I am an introvert to my core. Well my boyfriend has decided to expand my daughter’s bedroom as her Christmas gift. Now that wall he wants to remove is the original outside wall of the house. The porch has since been made into another room. So that wall is load bearing. So he had two separate contractors come in to do an estimate. The first ones gave all three of us the willies. He didn’t seem to know what to do with the wall… The second one was so much better.

Most of the rest of the week was sick and pain. Nothing terribly unusual, just all together adding to the ick factor of the week… And then Friday hit.

My front door was broken for a while. We had it fixed, but we are not used to the door being right. So we use the deadbolt mostly. The bottom lock is only used when someone is home. I honestly thought that there was only one key… Well the boyfriend was half dead with exhaustion. We were taking him to work so I could use his vehicle to do shopping in the morning. He works midnight to 9. My blazer has 2 flat tires, one has a nail. So I think that he locked the bottom lock on habit. My daughter, being last out, locked the deadbolt. Well we get back to find that both locks are engaged. We checked to see if there was any other way in. I called a friend who is a local locksmith… All to no avail. Then…I get the bright idea to check the keys on my chain that I was not sure of. Yeah I had a key to the door… So that was a high stress that had my daughter and I standing in 35°F weather for about 10 minutes when we did not have to.

So I have been moving stuff to allow for the expansion, and dealing with the stress. And the result is I am so exhausted that I can’t think straight, much less create. I should be back on track with my posts tomorrow. Thank you for understanding.

Friday Prompts FAMILY

Fancy Dinners in quiet spaces
Asking not who attended,
Making no demands
In the stress free zone.
Loving the only requirements
You really need to know.

Quicksilver Poetry

First the inspiration back story..

So… On tumblr I managed to by virtue of sheer exhaustion do something that has me so embarrassed. I had a talented poet enter into my asks wanting to recieve a poetry prompt. Now… I am on a midnight schedule. My boyfriend works midnight to 9am, roughly. So, I usually am in bed between 2ish pm and 11pm. Well, I am also an insomniac…. Yesterday was a no sleep day. The poet thanked me for posting it… And I in my exhaustion… I did not double check the response before sending it out. Autocorrect got me. I sent Your welcome instead of the You’re welcome that I thought I was sending. So I think that I will attempt the prompt myself as recompense.

Six feet down,
In fresh turned earth…
Lays love once so dear.
He chose another heart,
Betraying mine.

So his memory,
I buried.
To prevent my pain,
In hopes that it would
Never rise again.

As the wheel of time turned,
Away that heartache burned.
So here I am with shovel in hand,
At the graveside I stand.
Hoping to revive
All of the memories
Buried inside.

Tuesday Tunes

Poets of the Fall – Carnival of Rust

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Do you breathe the name of your saviour in your hour of need
And taste the blame if the flavor should remind you of greed?
Of implication, insinuation and ill will, ’til you cannot lie still
In all this turmoil, before red cape and foil come closing in for a kill

[Chorus]
Come feed the rain
Cause I’m thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust
Yeah, feed the rain
Cause without your love my life ain’t nothing but this carnival of rust

[Verse 2]
It’s all a game, avoiding failure, when true colors will bleed
All in the name of misbehavior and the things we don’t need
I lust for after no disaster can touch, touch us anymore
And more than ever, I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before

[Chorus x2]
Come feed the rain
Cause I’m thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust
Yeah, feed the rain
Cause without your love my life ain’t nothing but this carnival of rust

Yeah, feed the rain
Cause I’m thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust
Yeah, feed the rain
Cause without your love my life ain’t nothing but this carnival of rust

[Outro]
Don’t walk away, don’t walk away, oh, when the world is burning
Don’t walk away, don’t walk away, oh, when the heart is yearning
Don’t walk away, don’t walk away, oh, when the world is burning
Don’t walk away, don’t walk away, oh, when the heart is yearning

My 2 cents

I feel like this is a sad song about unrequited love. The video has steam/Diesel punk elements. I really enjoy it. Today I chose the song mostly for enjoyment, not for a statement of any kind.

Pattimouse

A glimpse into the mind of a half mad poet

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January Links

Last Friday

Yuletide blessings.

Woot! 500 followers!

Wordless Wednesday

Tuesday Tunes

Monday mehs

Friday Prompts FAMILY

Quicksilver Poetry

Tuesday Tunes

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