Also, Amazon Kindle has decided to bring Kindle Vella to an end. I am working on the next installment of “Preparing For Immortality” The story continues,. I appreciate your patience.
Have you ever had the kind of a dream that while you were still within the dream, you knew it wasn't just a "normal dream" but something else? Some type of communication from some other realm of consciousness? A message, someone or something trying to communicate to you? I have such dreams from time to time, and when I awake from these dreams, they linger with me for quite a while; I'm often left a little unsettled by them.
Since I have been in the Writing Game as a published author, I have learned a thing or two about the writing business. Much of my knowledge has been a learn as I go process. Sometimes that's exactly what you have to do. Just jump in and go for it. It's not the big scary monster some perceive it to be. Although, I have learned that many lovely fellow authors out there are very kind and supportive and are more than happy to share what they have learned along the way with you if you ask. I suppose this is me returning the favor and responding to the many questions I have received from several authors looking at where I am in the writing/publishing game and wondering how they can get there themselves. Instead of responding individually, I choose to respond to all of you in this manner, here on my blog.
The "Witching Hour" on Beltane, usually finds me writing. This year finds my heart filled with more joy than sadness. I still have my scars and bruises, but they're manageable and know their place. I bite harder, and they know it. I have this way of keeping my ear to the ground and listening carefully to the rhythm of what will bring me joy. Even when my world was torn asunder, I could still hear the music. It's always the music who knows where and when to find me in its perfect timing. It's my medicine, my muse, food for my soul if you will. My angels find me in the notes and reveal themselves in the lyrics. It's quite beautiful in it is perfection.
I will admit the piece was quite biting, and anyone reading it could take offense, and come away from it feeling quite self-conscious, and unsettled. The only thing that honestly came to mind was that if it resonated so deeply, perhaps the reader should explore that more closely?
Am I what you've made me out to be?
If you truly believe that, then you clearly cannot see.
You clearly cannot see me, because you don't want to.
I actually think that for a fleeting moment, you did.
You saw something that scared you down to your soul.
And even until this moment, you haven't recovered from it.
I scare you because even though you deny it, you know me.
Deeply, in some unrefined realm, you are a fervent admirer.
I have left you undeniably and eternally disturbed.
I can't, and I will not pretend to be what I am not to appease you.
She has become a self-imposed outcast, the wolf, the vampire, rejected, unwanted, denied. Don't be fooled; it's all a disguise; this immortal jaguar is intact. She has become this beast in sorrow repetitiously. A surreptitious jaguar lingering in the shadows of the wolf you see with your eyes, a clever disguise. The heart is broken; take it as a token and be on your way. She no longer cares; beginning today, she just slinks away into the night.