Today the prompt was not able to inspire me. (Blank of the blank where you replace the blanks) and that’s okay. Sometimes the volume title requires a little bit of inspiration to make it feel like it fits. There’s always at least one poem that I have titled the same. And sometimes there are others that fit in the same general idea as the title. I wrote the title poem yesterday and I chose to do this one today. As long as I am writing a poem a day I believe it still counts 😊.
Today the prompt was not able to inspire me. (Blank of the blank where you replace the blanks) and that’s okay. Sometimes the volume title requires a little bit of inspiration to make it feel like it fits. There’s always at least one poem that I have titled the same. And sometimes there are others that fit in the same general idea as the title. I wrote the title poem yesterday and I chose to do this one today. As long as I am writing a poem a day I believe it still counts 😊.
Today’s Prompt was a fill in the blank. “In the (Blank)”. Those that are my facebook friends have seen me trying to do to-do lists the last few days. They are never long…usually four or five items…but it wears me out. So I am fighting exhaustion and trying to celebrate my wins.
The laundry is caught up.
Dishes are nearly there.
Bathrooms are clean. (Well the two that I can get to)
The laundry room is clean.
All the clothes are folded…not put away yet, but folded.
My bedroom is halfway there.
Joe’s room is clean.
I have finished Layout on all but one of the Kid’s books for kid’s week(The final one is waiting on the illustrator. He had a cord malfunction and couldn’t send in the art yet. Poor guy)
I have started getting preorders set up for the kid’s week books. *Links will be in a post on the Fae Corps blog when I finish the getting of the preorder links….
I have written a poem a day for everyday in November so far and got a little bit of a word count in Sea Wytch.
I did my grocery shopping for November. And came in under budget.
I have started my christmas shopping.
I made it to therapy.
I have remembered my medicine over half of the time…(I set another set of reminders on my phone…seriously the only reason I remember to eat half of the time is the dizzy feeling I get when I forget.)
I have stayed Hydrated…
See I am killing this…even if there are days when my body says I am killing me. I created a to-do list for self care. So far it has morning and night meds, and art…(Therapist said art was self care!)
What did you do today? Let us celebrate the win together.
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.
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.
Pattimouse 