What It Took To Realize & Voodoo went through some professional editing and rearranging. They are now one book titled, What It Took, and it is available on Amazon for Kindle and Paperback, or order a signed copy off of my website.
I feel like I am in a dream
And the particles that make me
Shifting from solid form
Am I a ghost?
A stranger smiles my way.
I must be real.
Unless this is all fake.
How do you tell if you’re alive
When even pain just feels like a distant memory?
Give me a reason
Like leaves in the seasons
To change, for you
It’s been a long hard winter
I’m prepared to wither away
But you say you don’t want me to
Oh, you want me to stay
But oh, I don’t want to stand still
Just give me a reason
You beg and you’re pleading
But you have nothing to give
Winter has ended
I don’t want to get left stranded
Watching you walk away
Oh no, no, no, no
Just give me a reason to stay.
A song written for a Fantasy in progress, What If. Read the first few chapters on my other blog authormercedes.weebly.com
You’ve got me on your strings
Isn’t this where you’ve always wanted me?
A mindless, boneless puppet
I’ll do what you say
“Yes, master” “Please, Master”
I am your slave.
A Picture It & Write inspiration!
I have decided, as a way to exercise my creative juices, I’m going to start posting my dreams. It will be a great way to (hopefully) improve my memory and work on my dusty writing. I haven’t been in the creative writing mood lately, so hopefully this will help…
Last night, my boyfriend called me when he got out of work, around 10:15pm. I had fallen asleep in the living room while watching some extremely weird stick-figure movie on Netflix about this guy named Bill, who was terminally ill and then wasn’t but was still sort of losing his mind…
Kyle asked me what we were going to eat when he got home, and I said I would turn on the oven and make chicken nuggets when he got there. “And Pizza Logs?” He asked.
“You’re going to make Pizza Logs?”
“Yes, I can make Pizza Logs.”
And that was the extent of the conversation. We hung up and I snuggled into his pillow that I hadn’t realized until that moment, smelled like his shampoo, and fell asleep.
You’re going to die, you’re going to die, you’re going to die…
The doorknob jingled and I awoke startled as Kyle unlocked the door. I greeted him with a hug and kiss and went to turn on the oven. All the while, that ominous voice rang in my mind: You’re going to die, you’re going to die, you’re going to die…
Not much to that dream, just left me with a creepy feeling the rest of the night. Thanks for the read, more to come!
Max The Brave is about a kitten who wants to prove he’s brave by chasing mice (basically). Only problem is, Max doesn’t know what a mouse looks like! The concept reminded me of Are You My Mother? By P. D. Eastman. Except, maybe, not as entertaining? I received this book for free as an Advanced Review Copy from NetGalley on behalf of the publisher (and since I have been getting quite a few of these, decided I should actually start reviewing them). My boyfriend picked up this book, read it and claims it’s probably the worst children’s book he’s ever read… I won’t go that far. While the artwork is a little bumpy around the edges (literally), I still think the illustrations are charming; the reason I wanted a copy in the first place! My boyfriend argues that a children’s book should at least rhyme or flow and I will agree it is missing a certain rhythm. While the structure of the book is a little rough, it is fairly cute and I think young kids (5 and under) might enjoy this quick read and think it funny when the cat mistakes a Monster for a Mouse. Not my favorite, but not the worst. It felt a little lacking, but I’m hoping the author will continue and make Max The Brave a series. 3/10.
Another Picture It & Write Inspiration
There’s a sense of urgency as the thunder rumbles and the clouds roll over one another. I can’t help but to think of that scene in James and the Giant Peach when they’re running away from the Rhino. The wind, as it scratches against my cheek, seems to echo my thoughts. Here comes my nightmare.
So I run. Higher. Higher. My breath is carried away with each step I take. As my foot meets with the metal of the stairway it clanks and I can feel the vibrations through my bones. Higher. Higher.
I swear I felt its frigid fingers on my ankle. Which only pushes me faster.
But it seems no matter how fast I run, how high I climb, I am neither closer or further away from my goal.
Why am I running again?
The sky turns eggplant as it is lit up with lightning that branches out like tree branches. It reaches for me before fading into the wine colored clouds. There is a second, just one second, when the sky fades back to gray and the wind ceases to cry, and the night is calm and I can catch my breath.
Why was I running again?
Then thunder bellows around me and shakes the staircase. I grip the ice-cold railing as the steps beneath me sway. A mist falls over me and it feels like there are millions of hands lightly running over my skin. And then I run again.
And this time I am actually getting somewhere.
The wind presses against me as the stairs continue to swing like a pendulum. Thunder howls in my ears. I squeeze my eyes shut. Maybe that’s a dumb thing to do, but I know I’ll never make it if I look down. I use my hands as eyes and follow the railing.
Until, suddenly, I can go no higher. I open my eyes. There is a door in front of me. I go to touch the doorknob when it swings open and a set of hands pushes me through to the other side where I fall alongside the spiral staircase, watching the platform disappear.
I gasp, sitting up in a bed of sweat. The Oak outside my window rasps against the glass. It was just a dream.