To Conjure… or Not

nature-2025864_960_720Good day everyone… hope y’all had a terrific weekend. I’m excited to announce (unofficially) that I will be releasing my second book very soon!

Poetry Through Heartbreak will drop on Amazon on March 27th! I am really going to try to do a better job at promotion this time around. If I could conjure up a bit more self-confidence and outgoing-ness, I think I’d do better. These are all previously unpublished, fresh pieces of poetry and there are no haikus. There are a handful of micro poems and the book is about ten pages longer than the previous one. I am calling it the Through Series, though it is not officially branded a series on Amazon. Also, it is THROUGH. I had to put up a better description on Amazon… I want people to know that the poems are to get you through the Darkness; get you through the Heartbreak. The books are to let you know you are not alone.

As far as conjuring… I don’t think I have ever conjured anything spirit like or demon-esque. Why would I do that? I watch shows that portray people who conjure spirits using black magic and that is a big no-no. It is one of the first things I learned when I was studying Paganism.

I do consider myself Wiccan/Pagan, which is often grossly confused with Satanism – I can’t figure out why. I read a lot about Wicca and Paganism after being around friends who practice (and asking questions) and seemed pretty happy about their faith of choice. Traditional religion just wasn’t working for me. I mean, it didn’t make sense to me to worship or pray to something or someone that was going to punish me if I didn’t ‘do it right.’ I’m not saying all Christians and Catholics think this way, but I was around enough to feel like they did think this way and it was nothing I wanted to be a part of.

I did a lot of homework and research and rested modestly knowing that my already having a deep connection to the earth, elements, and nature was basically my inkling that it was in me all along to follow a more spiritual path than religious.

I just live and let live, follow the rule of three and try to be a good person every day.

I don’t put spells on people. Nope, don’t conjure demons or spirits of any kind. I do have a black cat, and a broom… oh, and a mini-cauldron. But I don’t stir anything in it; it’s too small. I don’t even consider myself a witch. I know witches, they are super cool people. I’m not at that level yet. And the witches I know, know better than to conjure anything.

Also, I do not mess with Ouija Boards. They are real, and they work. Even those cheapy toy ones at the stores. If you use it with intent and believe your words, it really works. You will conjure something and it won’t be good. There is a shop in New Hope, PA that sells some haunted things and one of the items is an Ouija Board. It is still for sale as far as I know. My husband and I kid around about buying it when we go in there, but we know better.

Have you ever conjured anything spirit-like (accidentally, purposely, unknowingly)?

via Daily Prompt: Conjure

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Silhouette of Your Soul

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I laughed at the moon yesterday as it hid behind a cloud

And I stood on our mountain; broken by the wind

The silhouette of your soul

Slipped into my dreams

As I pondered painfully

What’s next

It was so much like you

Yet, it was nothing at all

The crow of my dimension

Led to my descent

Down that long lonely path

I searched for redemption

But all I found

Was a silhouette of your soul

~~~

Silhouette

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Entertain

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I entertain you

With broken words of heartbreak

You are not alone

In this wretched world

I’m here to share your sorrow

To collect your tears

You’ll live through all this

Wounds become scars of healing

Time is the great reckoning

Of forgotten love

Ok, I thought I saw that ‘entertain’ was the word of the day, but the word of the day has disappeared, so who the hell knows. I have been busy with school, and also finalizing my novel – my books sales came to a screeching halt. Most people that bought the book or received a free copy have not left a review. I guess that is just how it goes in the beginning.

Thank you so much to anyone who bought it or picked up a free copy during the promotion. And thank you even more to anyone that left a review! ❤

Love you guys so much for all your support and following. I am still working on Book 2 of poetry as well. Keep your eyes peeled!

❤ Have a great Tuesday

via Daily Prompt: Entertain

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An Excerpt

 

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Shocking!

So, back in 2011, I wrote an awful book for NaNoWriMo. The storyline is intriguing – it is about a hooker who meets her long-lost father in an unconventional way. But my point of view was all over the place and after an editor ripped it to shreds (which they should have done literally) I put it on the back burner as a lesson in writing reality.  I then wrote another book adhering to points of view. That one got really violent and though the idea was different in how everything happened, it was about zombies. *yawn* I feel at this point the zombie thing has been done so many ways, I do not have the creative capacity to put a unique spin on it without taking it to an absurdly dark level.

 

So, here is my excerpt from the hooker book:

“So, I was with my best client last night.  And he told me some really messed up shit.  I am thinking I should charge extra for confessions or something.  I got so much garbage in my head from tricks and their weeping woes,” Celeste said as she took a sip of coffee and pulled apart the croissant.
Cali nodded.  “Same.  I feel like, dude, just let me get your disgusting ass off so I can get the hell out of here.”
Celeste laughed. “Cali, I have this client, old enough to be my Pops.  And he told me about his daughter he never met and blah blah blah.  But what got me was when he described the girl’s mother.  I swear, he described my mother.”
 “C’mon. That’s nuts! “Cali said with a tinge of shock in her voice. “Your father is probably some two-bit junkie down at 18th and Walnut panhandling with some bullshit, lying-ass sign about being a Vet.”
“Yeah, I always thought that.  Or picture him in prison or dead even.  But my mom is total trash.  We both know that.  How was she able to take care of me all those years?”
Cali shifted in her seat.  “I don’t know, honey.  I am sure there is an explanation.  There always is.”  She looked at her watch. “Honey, I have to go.”  Cali made a sad face.
Celeste’s heart sank.  She always hated when Cali left.
“You can’t stay?” Celeste asked.
“No, sugar.  But we’ll get together soon.  Promise.”

I like to go over my old manuscripts sometime just to see how far I have come with my writing. The book I wrote after this one is better and the one I am finalizing now is better than anything I have written. There are some crazy and funny parts in this book here, but honestly, it is so bad that I couldn’t in good conscience send it to another editor without first breaking it all the way down to the first draft again.

It might shock some people that good writers could write absurdly crappy crap, but that is how we get better. We right utter garbage and rewrite it and then rewrite some more. Any best-selling author today has written their fair share of tree-wasting prose.

So, don’t fret about your first draft. It is the first draft for a reason…

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Forlorn and Reborn

 

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Inhale

I can’t imagine ever

Feeling like an afterthought

To sit and wait for the tide to roll in

Timing breath with waves

Watching the sun set and rise

Rise and set

Trees live and die; motionless yet breathing

And here I pause

Forlorn and reborn

I gave from my being

You faded with a season

I watch the sand stream

Through my wrinkled fingers

My thoughts drift

Life without you

Monotonous; I smile

Exhale

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forlorn

 

Torn

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The paper was torn

By the tree with warm delight

Just what I wanted!

I am always worried I won’t be able to get everyone something for Christmas… everyone tells me not to worry about it. It’s being with family that is most important, and that is true. But I still love to see people open gifts on Christmas morning!

This year I was torn between splurging on my family and keeping it reasonable so I can pay down some of my debt. I opted for the latter and got everyone something modest so I can still pay some of my bills. I think the phrase for this is being a responsible adult.

I never thought that day would come for me!

Everyone have a lovely weekend and be safe out there… lotsa crazies!

via Daily Prompt: Torn

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