I have been in a limbo since finishing the writing on Rust, Gore and the Junkyard Zombie. Writing poetry…. But story wise. I have a lot of options and I narrowed it down to three that I was willing to write.
Rust, Gore and the Junkyard Zombie goes to my editor (xterraweb.com) the week of the 26th of January. When I get it back I will be focusing on it more. My editor is amazing, so I rarely have to do anything else to my work when I send it to her.
So I mulled over the options available for stories. I decided to go ahead with one that I have tentatively titled Sanguinary Theory. Here’s the beginning idea…. I will polish and give you a better synopsis soon. This is the rough start.
~What causes a serial killer to stop killing? Usually death or capture. No one caught Jack the Ripper. So most assume him dead. The truth is something far more bizarre, and so very interesting.
Jack seeks immortality. He has discovered a medicine and blood rituals that have prolonged his life. And has been searching the centuries for the answer to true immortality. ~
Well? Sound interesting? Drop me your thoughts in the comments and help me decide whether or not this story is the right choice.
so Insomnia is kicking my butt. I decided to do a month of prompts in December… And the group did another for this month. Well I was feeling extra creative and decided to put the ones that I have done for January to lovely picture files. Please enjoy as I try to pretend that I am sleeping… Again.
I’m sick. And when I get sick, I get maudlin. I got a notice that I was getting a deposit from Amazon for the books that I have available. It is the biggest deposit yet, a whole $2.77. That amazes me. It is a sign that people are buying the books that I have written… Mostly poetry, but I have some children’s books and a novella (as Serena).
When I told my mother that I was published her first question was if I had made any money. At the time I stumbled with my answer because I had only made thirty some cents. The fact that I had made anything was a miracle to me, but I knew that would not be what she wanted to hear.
For me, publishing is only a way of being heard. Still, making enough from my writing to buy a drink…. Well it humbles me. Would I like to be able to pay the bills through it? Well of course. I am not stupid. I just choose to be thankful for the small things. How often does changing the perspective change the way something feels?
Small miracles lift up the downtrodden. I choose to see this as a small miracle, so that I am uplifted. What perspective can you change to adjust your view?
©2017 by Patricia Harris
Tumblr is calling,
Porn and poetry,
Pitching me closer
Social media with no
The ability to hide out
Though I am there
For all to see
I can hide inside
My own anonymity.
©2017 by Patricia Harris
People watching gives insight
To the one for who speech
Is nary a delight.
Introverted and shy,
Not even sure why.
Stumbling over words
Unsure if I am making sense.
Seeing fussy children,
The young through the old
Helps to make even
The shaky bold.