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January 25, 2019
Poetry Friday ~ Cold & Storm
Cold and Storm are this week’s prompt words chosen by Colleen Chesebro ~ The Fairy Whisperer.
*The catch is that we can only use the synonyms to these words in our poems.
Colleen hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called, Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge every Tuesday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your Haiku, Tanka, Haibun, Etheree or Cinquain poem. She is an author and poet, and also does book reviews and so much more on her blog. Be sure to check it out.
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A chilly simper
A kiss that tastes like snake oil
A lovers’ quarrel
A wintry tempest threatens
Stop––it’s warmer together
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Valentine’s Day is right around the corner. Let’s do less fighting and more loving. Have a great weekend!
January 23, 2019
Book Tour: Voyage of the Lanternfish by C. S. Boyack
Thanks for the invitation, Vashti. You’re welcome to promote at my place any time you like. I’m here to talk about my newest book, Voyage of the Lanternfish.
I try to make every tour post unique, to give people a reason to read the post. This time the topic is some of the big decisions that went into this story. All authors have to make these kinds of decisions, and I’m interest to see if others faced similar things in drafting their stories.
I’ve written before about the plate of peas approach, where you scrape options away until the peas that remain are your story. That’s kind of the topic here.
My big decisions were Earth, or a fantasy world? Cutting throats or a bit more compassion. And finally, “Ere ye gonna write a whole novel wi nought but pirate speak, lad?”
One of the things on my mind was distancing myself from the most popular pirate franchise in history. I love Captain Jack, but this isn’t intended to be fan fiction. I decided to create my own world.
Part of this was to avoid going to places like Port Royal, Tortuga, and the rest. There may be some similarities, but I want my world to be bigger and contain different possibilities. I may have pulled a fast one on naming an island. Tortuga means turtle or tortoise. It’s the pirate stronghold. I needed one of these too, so I called mine Lagarto, which means lizard. I changed one reptile for another.
I also took my crew to places similar to Asia, the Mediterranean Coast, and even some wild moors.
I stayed consistent with the countries, even if readers don’t pick up on it. The bad guys are from a country much like England. There is a northern country that never gets visited, but all the ties to it are Germanic. This includes the original name of the ship that will become Lanternfish. My Asian part of the world is a mash up of several cultures. I stayed mostly Chinese, but allowed some drift into other areas too. It’s a fantasy world and this is one of the luxuries.
Pirates weren’t good people in reality. They came from all walks of life, but the situation that appealed to me was desperation. Common folk were treated like animals by those in power. Some of them developed a bit of backbone and rebelled. These people are the bulk of my pirate crew.
There were some looking to get rich quick, others who were more interested in striking a blow than gaining riches. In a novel, it’s a balancing act. I need readers to like my characters and be on their side. I went with the compassion, but a tempered version of it. No torturing prisoners, or walking the plank in this story. They are pirates, so there are some violent moments involved.
When it comes to pirate speak, I love it. However, it’s a nightmare to write, and spell check doesn’t like it either. This is one of those things that could drive readers insane too.
I chose to write it like any other book, but there are some secondary characters who drift into pirate speak. I ain’t afraid to butcher the English language a bit… in small doses. I want enough to get the point across without burning out my readers’ eyes trying to get through it all.
Readers will have to decide if these were the right decisions, of course. I love the story, but I could be a bit biased.
I hope your readers will give Lanternfish a chance. I’ll drop off all the important stuff for Vashti to add to the post.
How about it, you authors out there? What similar circumstances have you faced in writing your own books? I’d love to get some conversations going in the comments.
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Blurb:
An honorable man is mistaken for his disreputable father. Now he’s pushed into a political scheme to start a war that will spread across multiple kingdoms. James Cuttler’s fiancé is being held captive to ensure he goes through with the plan.
He soon decides his skills are at sea and procures a ship to wage war upon those who disrupted his simple life. He can’t do it alone, so he recruits a band of cutthroats to help him. But first, they need guns and munitions to outfit the ship properly. Deception and trickery will only get them so far. Eventually, they’re going to have to engage the enemy.
James’ goals aren’t necessarily the same as his crew. It’s a delicate balancing act to collect enough loot to keep his crew happy, while guiding them back to rescue the girl.
Voyage of the Lanternfish is filled with adventure, magic, and monsters. Lots of monsters. Hoist the colors and come along for the ride.
Purchase Link:
http://a-fwd.com/asin-com=B07MP8V633
Bio:
I was born in a town called Elko, Nevada. I like to tell everyone I was born in a small town in the 1940s. I’m not quite that old, but Elko has always been a little behind the times. This gives me a unique perspective of earlier times, and other ways of getting by. Some of this bleeds through into my fiction.
I moved to Idaho right after the turn of the century, and never looked back. My writing career was born here, with access to other writers and critique groups I jumped in with both feet.
I like to write about things that have something unusual. My works are in the realm of science fiction, paranormal, and fantasy. The goal is to entertain you for a few hours. I hope you enjoy the ride.
Craig
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Connect with C. S. “Craig” Boyack on social media:
Blog: Entertaining Stories
Amazon Author Page
BookBub
Goodreads
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I hope you enjoyed today’s feature. Check out Craig’s fascinating blog and follow him on social media. He’s a very talented author and a great supporter of other indie writers.
January 18, 2019
Poetry Friday ~ There’s something wrong with Emma.
First, I have some news. I have a new short story available on Amazon titled, Memoir of a Mad Woman. Today’s poem (my first attempt at a Sonnet) was inspired by this story. Memoir of a Mad Woman is a fictional memoir loosely based on the case studies of a female Psychopath and it’s aimed at an 18+ audience.
Mystery and Attract are this week’s prompt words chosen by Colleen Chesebro ~ The Fairy Whisperer.
*The catch is that we can only use the synonyms to these words in our poems.
Colleen hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called, Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge every Tuesday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your Haiku, Tanka, Haibun, Etheree or Cinquain poem. She is an author and poet, and also does book reviews and so much more on her blog. Be sure to check it out.
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I can’t compare you to another girl.
You are an enigma that frightens me.
In your eyes I see rough winds whirl,
yet your smile makes me wonder what you see.
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In life alluring souls are born to shine,
and everyone dances in their sunlight.
Except you, because you plan her decline.
Perhaps she’s not what she seems in your sight?
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You see things in ways that others cannot.
Crazy thoughts in your head are real to you,
but in the “real” world would be a long shot.
Your madness is a thing to look into.
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So long as you can breathe, and crazy spurs,
you’ll sing a deadly song of gray to her.
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“Emma had nothing to lose but her mind.”
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Blurb:
A short story from the award-winning author of The Fall of Lilith and Son of the Serpent, Vashti Quiroz-Vega.
Who can explain how madness begins?
This is the story of Emma. Raised by a religious fanatic, orphaned at a young age and sent to a mental institution and an orphanage. Molested and betrayed by the people who should be watching over her…
Who can say that madness has no logic?
During a fight, Emma’s best friend punched her in the abdomen. Since then, Emma has believed there’s something damaged inside of her.
Every month… she bleeds.
She tries to fight it all her life, but the pain and the blood return twenty-eight days later… and the cycle begins again.
But Emma, even in her madness, knows how to take care of herself.
She knows how to make things right…
You may not agree…
But, who can reason with insanity?
Read this sad but fascinating tale and traverse the labyrinthine passages of madness.
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I would like to share a wonderful review written by Author, D.L. Finn.
“Memoir of a Mad Woman” is a short, but chilling read. You’re taken into the mind of a young girl, Emma, who had a very unstable upbringing. Emma ends up in an orphanage. This is where she’s finally pushed completely over the edge. It’s brutal and almost unthinkable what follows. The characters feel real, which makes it all the more terrifying in their cruelty. How Emma responds to what she considers a complete betrayal, you can’t help but to root for her and feel her pain. I thoroughly enjoyed this psychological thriller and felt like I understood her madness. I highly recommend this well-written dark short story.
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** I also want to announce that both The Fall of Lilith and Son of the Serpent are on sale today through Sunday 1/20/19 for only 99¢/99p. If you haven’t picked up a copy of one of these yet please take advantage of the sale price.
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I hope you enjoyed this post. Take care!
January 11, 2019
Poetry Friday ~ Begin & Fresh
I am beyond excited today. My book, Son of the Serpent has received another wonderful review written by bestselling, award-winning author, Suzanne Burke. What a great way to start the weekend!
You can read that review on her blog Welcome to the World of Suzanne Burke.
Please read and share this amazing review.
Suzanne, thank you so much for taking the time to read my book and for writing such a heartfelt and really generous review.
Here’s my contribution to Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Challenge:
Opportunity
presented at her doorstep
so the writer seized
that one chance for her soul to
start a new kind of dance
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Illustration by Andrew Ferez (DeviantART)
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Begin and Fresh are this week’s prompt words chosen by Colleen Chesebro ~ The Fairy Whisperer.
*The catch is that we can only use the synonyms to these words in our poems.
Colleen hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called, Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge every Tuesday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your Haiku, Tanka, Haibun, Etheree or Cinquain poem. She is an author and poet, and also does book reviews and so much more on her blog. Be sure to check it out.
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Happy Friday!
January 4, 2019
Poetry Friday ~ Poet’s Choice of Words
2018 was a year of high highs and low lows for me, but in the end I am grateful for all the blessings bestowed upon me, for my family and friends (including my marvelous online friends), and for the opportunity to continue on my quest to realize all my dreams.
2018 started off with a bang as I was selected “Spotlight” author by the Rave Reviews Book Club. That was a great honor and I’m still excited about it. As “Spotlight” author I was given a week long blog tour featuring me and my book, The Fall of Lilith. Needless to say, January was a fantastic and memorable month for me. By the end of February I had sold many books and received close to 30 wonderful reviews.
I travelled to Japan and that was an amazing, life-changing experience. I also published the 2nd book in my Fantasy Angels Series, Son of the Serpent. And best of all I’m cancer-free! So, although there were some extremely tough times last year, I still consider 2018 to have been an overall great year and I’m looking forward to an even better 2019 for me and for all of you too. Let’s do this!
This week it’s “Poet’s Choice of Words” at Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Poetry Challenge. I chose the words Year and Gratitude. I dedicate this Tanka to all those amazing people online and off who supported me through the tough times and cheered me on during the great times. You are special and will occupy a space in my heart forever.
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This new year may you
realize your fondest dreams
recalling each and
every blessing with joy
and gratitude in your hearts
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I would like to share the latest review for my book, Son of the Serpent written by Author, Mark Bierman.
REVIEW:
I have yet to read the first of this series, so I was unsure of what to expect. Let me tell you, I was hooked in the first paragraph. Thanks to the skillful writing of author, Vashti Quiroz-Vega, living the tale through the eyes of Dracul and Lilith was effortless.
The references to biblical accounts were blended smoothly throughout, and depict Lilith orchestrating the downfall of humanity. The story can be described as a journey through biblical history viewed through the lens of the supernatural.
This novel is an ideal medley of action, raw emotion, and fantasy. It whets the appetite for more.
Happy reading and writing!
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Doing my “Book Dragon” happy dance.
Year and Gratitude are this week’s prompt words chosen by Colleen Chesebro ~ The Fairy Whisperer.
*The catch is that we can only use the synonyms to these words in our poems.
Colleen hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called, Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge every Tuesday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your Haiku, Tanka, Haibun, Etheree or Cinquain poem. She is an author and poet, and also does book reviews and so much more on her blog. Be sure to check it out.
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Enjoy the 1st weekend of 2019!
December 28, 2018
Poetry Friday ~ HAPPY NEW YEAR!
I hope everyone is having a wonderful holiday season. I’m feeling better and stronger every day and looking forward to the new year.
Today I’d like to share this lovely and inspirational New Year’s poem by Hope Galaxie. Enjoy!
HAPPY NEW YEAR
by Hope Galaxie
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As the world celebrates
With fireworks and cakes
I’m standing here alone
Far away from home
With nothing but a suitcase and memories
As the stars surround me like water
I raise my hands in full surrender
To God, my Redeemer
Lord, this year is far from ordinary
I’ve never seen such extraordinary
People, places and things
Amazing human beings
Searching for purpose, just like me.
Looking around, I wonder
Since a year is like clashing thunder
Booming suddenly
Then vanishing instantly
Why waste time uselessly?
The old year came and went
I hope your time was wisely spent
On helping others and working hard
So that many people may regard
Your lifetime as truly great
And not just because of fate
So learn this lesson, but not from me!
Try it yourself and you will see
Making a difference starts with one step
With one foot, then the next
So walk right now into the light
And find yourself shining bright
Don’t worry what people think
Because right now you’re on the brink
Of showing others what is true
Happy New Year, from me to you.
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Wishing everyone a wonderful New Year’s weekend and happiness, good health, and love in 2019!
December 21, 2018
POETRY FRIDAY ~ Fly & Sing
Today’s poem is inspired by my latest novel, Son of the Serpent. We can’t choose who our parents are, and while some of us are blessed with fathers who are caring, supportive, loyal and willing to accept us for who we are, and mothers who are patient, nurturing, gentle, and willing to give us unconditional love, there are others who are not so lucky.
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BLURB:
In Son of the Serpent, award-winning author Vashti Quiroz-Vega crafts another fascinating glimpse into the dark, compelling world of fallen angels and demons, revealing more about their untold stories.
The war in heaven might be over, but the ambitions of the fallen angel Lilith reach far across the roots of history. Will there be a being powerful enough to stop her evil influence before the destruction of mankind?
Dracúl knows he is the son of Satan, but the rest of his memory has been taken from him. Alone and frightened, he awakens in a forest, beginning a quest to piece together who he is. The world he encounters is cruel, but he yearns to belong and find companionship. With each step he takes, another missing piece of his memory falls into place, revealing a truth that is ever more troubling . . .
A truth that will turn his quest for meaning into one fueled by the hot-blooded thirst for revenge. A truth that leads him to Lilith, the most wicked and ruthless of fallen angels and one he soon will have every reason to hate. His quest will consume him, perhaps ruin his life, but somehow Dracúl is determined to find both belonging and vengeance—to be good, in spite of his evil nature and the dark secrets that haunt him every step of the way.
*Today I am sharing an Etheree poem. The poetry form, Etheree, consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and doubled.
If You Would Only Love Me
I
intone
my laments
like a prayer
My heart wing its way
to a place with no hate
far from your indifference
where I can pretend to be loved
One kind word, a warm embrace from you
would have been rays of sunshine on my heart
What was it in me that you hated so?
An innocent of pure heart was I
A sad and lonely child longing
only for his mother’s love
But what does a serpent
Know of love? Mother.
I would have done
anything
for your
love
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Illustration for Son of the Serpent by Scarlett Fawn
Son of the Serpent is the 2nd volume and 3rd book in the Fantasy Angels Series. This is a High Fantasy/Paranormal novel sprinkled with Romance and Horror aimed at an 18+ audience. Although there are scenes in the book loosely based on stories from the bible and Jewish scriptures this is not a religious book. This book is a combination of legends, folklore, and mythology intertwined into an original plot, with distinctive characters and extraordinary fantasy world-building.
Fly and Sing are this week’s prompt words chosen by Colleen Chesebro ~ The Fairy Whisperer.
*The catch is that we can only use the synonyms to these words in our poems.
Colleen hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called, Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge every Tuesday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your Haiku, Tanka, Haibun, Etheree or Cinquain poem. She is an author and poet, and also does book reviews and so much more on her blog. Be sure to check it out.
Have a lovely day, everyone!
December 14, 2018
Poetry Friday
Today I’m sharing a Haiku and Tanka followed by a short excerpt from my new book, Son of the Serpent.
The poems are written in the ocean’s point of view at the time of the Great Flood. I hope you enjoy it.
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He fills me with rain
I venture to cleanse the Earth
Of His tainted souls
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A form in the clouds
The ward who had restrained me
loosed my giant waves
All I wished for was to breathe
But my breath moves mountains
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Son of the Serpent is a High Fantasy|Paranormal novel sprinkled with Horror and Romance. It is aimed at an 18+ audience. The book is written in 1st person POV. There are chapters written in Dracul’s voice interspersed by chronicles written in Lilith’s (the villain) voice. Today I’m going to share an excerpt from one of the Chronicles of Lilith.
Excerpt: Chronicles of Lilith
As I prepared to leave Shuruppak, rumors about a man named Noah, who claimed to be God’s prophet, came to my attention. According to my human servants, this man said God speaks to him and has told him there shall be a catastrophic event. Every living thing on this planet shall perish, except those beings selected by God Himself.
The servants laughed and took pleasure in ridiculing this man. They called him insane. I, however, have learned throughout the years that there is always some truth to the ramblings of the insane. I would like to see this man, Noah, and listen to his preaching, thus my departure would have to wait.
In the middle of the night I awoke to booming thunder, the likes of which I had not heard since the days I wandered in the wilderness with Gadreel when we first arrived on this planet. I leaped out of my bed and ran to a nearby window. The sky was ominous, with large bitumen-black clouds gathering to form gigantic ones. My superior vision allowed me to see things in the darkness that no other being could. A flash of lightning lit the world white for a moment. Rain began to fall, first tapping on the window and then becoming a rapid succession of beats.
I threw on a garment and ran outside to get a better look. There were still people outdoors, servants slow to finish their tasks for the day and others who came out to see what was happening. They ran for cover as storm clouds spat their loads of water. Sharp droplets of icy-cold water needled my shoulders and back. I shivered under the prickly feeling. The rain came in torrents now. Puddles formed, and the puddles became streams. They grew into rivers. I ran to a nearby tree to take shelter under it.
I hid from the people running and screaming in fear and shifted to my serpent form. The torrent became more intense, and the night grew darker with the bruise of thick, angry clouds. A wall of rain moved over the tree I stood under, and the drops drummed against the canopy. So much water fell from the skies that the sound blurred into one long, whirring tumult.
Many of the people of Shuruppak left their flooded homes and wandered the streets like lost souls. They had never seen a storm of this magnitude. Some had only been familiar with the morning dew. I had seen enough. I spread my wings and took to the sky. Flying had never been more difficult. The rain pelted my wings, while bolts of lightning threaten to spear me as they sliced the air to my left and right.
The earth shook and sent shockwaves rippling through the ground like water, destroying houses in an instant. Fires exploded everywhere, and the smell of smoke twisting through the air between raindrops was acrid on the hot breeze. Regular clatters rang out as structures crumbled apart and fell to the ground. I needed to escape, find shelter, but where could I hide from such devastation? The skies were becoming more and more dangerous. I flew toward the coast, but my wings grew too heavy and sodden to keep me airborne. I fell to the beach.
I looked toward the coastline, wincing and moaning, feeling the pain of my fall. I had been to this beach before, but it looked strangely unfamiliar now, abnormally vast. I thought maybe the darkness of the night was playing tricks on my vision, but then I realized why the beach looked so strange. The surf had drawn back hundreds of miles; the abandoned sand twinkled in the moonlight despite the rain.
I gasped at a black line on the horizon and watched as a colossal wave swept toward me at hundreds of miles per hour—rushing, roaring, angry froth foaming from between its lips. I stared, eyes fixed, as the wave surged in. I knew it was impossible to escape it. Heat had never left my body as fast as it did in this brief moment of realization. The torrent came after me, granting me a few seconds to enjoy breathing the ocean air before it wrapped me in frigid foamy fingers and dragged me to the ocean floor.
I struggled as sand and briny water filled my lungs, causing them to expand and burn. As the wave moved, it pulled me along with it, like it wanted me to witness the devastation it would cause. My death would not be simple or fast, for the powers granted to me by the fruit from the Tree of Life would sustain me. Powers I once cherished now seemed a curse.
As the wave pushed me along, I crashed into debris in the water. Every stab, rip, and fracture my body suffered brought me immense pain. Men, women, and children drowned, their dead bodies floating around me, yet I remained alive.
The giant wave hit Shuruppak. It was nothing like the waves which lap the shore every minute of every day. This was a gigantic wall of water, cold and powerful. It came over land with the power of a volcanic blast. It moved over the city with more ease than a wave over the sand, reducing houses and structures to rubble and killing every living thing.
My broken body filled with water, sand, and debris until the weight of it fixed me to the ocean floor. People, livestock, uprooted trees, and all manner of structures floated past me. The rain continued to pour.
The sky was now hinting at sunrise. Nothing escaped my eyes and ears, but I was immobile. Every inch of my body throbbed with pain, and the cold of the water chilled my bones. As I lay motionless, I watched a large wooden vessel approach. It was the greatest ship I had ever seen. It glided over the water’s surface, throwing its shadow to the sea floor as it sailed past me, turning day to night. I overheard people singing and the roar, moo, bleat, and bray of animals coming from the vessel. Not everyone had perished. Some shall go on, while I remain imprisoned in this watery grave. The weight of the water pressed down on me, crushing me, as the rain increased its depth.
The feeling of drowning never left me. The feeling of panic, unable to take breath, to inflate my lungs. The slow filling of my larynx––gagging, coughing, briny water forcing its way through my nostrils and into my lungs like acid. I would drown and die, and after a moment of peace, the process began again.
A familiar recollection filled the void in my head, spinning memories of Beelzebub lying at the bottom of the Euphrates River bound in chains, disfigured by suffering and hate. Is that also to be my fate? Shall I become a grotesque monster wallowing in fear, self-loathing, and pain?A sharp, loud wail pierced my psyche, and I realized it was I who did the screaming.
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Try and Life are this week’s prompt words chosen by Colleen Chesebro ~ The Fairy Whisperer.
*The catch is that we can only use the synonyms to these words in our poems.
Colleen hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called, Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge every Tuesday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your Haiku, Tanka, Haibun, Etheree or Cinquain poem. She is an author and poet, and also does book reviews and so much more on her blog. Be sure to check it out.
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Have a wonderful day!
December 8, 2018
There’s always a silver lining.
Maya Angelou is a poet I admire greatly. I love her quote:
“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
That quote is one of my favorites because it’s so true. There are people I will always remember fondly. I may not remember every word uttered between us but I do remember the good feelings they brought out in me. Sometimes people underestimate the power of a kind word or gesture. But I know it could change someone’s life. I am so grateful for all the kindness shown to me during this difficult time.
I had a huge setback. I had a couple of days where I felt some improvement in my recovery after my hysterectomy surgery and then things began to go downhill. I’ve always recovered quickly from illnesses and past surgeries and I had no reason to believe that things would be different with this surgery. But around day 3 my pain level increased and I began getting fevers.
I couldn’t eat or sleep and became very lethargic. I called the surgeon’s office but they kept assuring me that everything I was going through was normal. I know my body and I knew I should have been seeing at least a little improvement everyday but instead, I was deteriorating quickly. Finally, after my husband placed a few more calls, because I was too weak to do it myself at this point, we were told to come to the office.
I went in to the office and when they saw the state I was in they sent me to the emergency room. After several tests in the ER a Cat-scan revealed that I had three abscesses growing in the area of the surgery and I was admitted to the hospital. The surgeon had found bowel adhesions attached to my pelvic cavity wall and repaired them, but in the process he accidentally introduced bacteria into my system. The abscesses were drained the following evening because my potassium was very low and they couldn’t sedate me until my potassium level was back to normal. The reason my potassium level was low in the first place was because I hadn’t been eating or drinking since the surgery. Between the pain, nausea and lethargy I couldn’t eat. After the abscesses were drained (a painful procedure) I felt some relief. I was discharged from the hospital yesterday and I feel that things are finally going in the right direction. I was discharged with the drain attached, so a nurse will come over to my house to help me with that.
But it isn’t all gloom. The silver lining is that the surgeon told me that the pathology from the surgery showed that although the cancer was in the uterus the lymph nodes were not compromised, so by taking everything out I’m cleared of the cancer. Yay! I feel the worst is behind me and I’m looking forward to enjoying the holidays.
I want to thank everyone from the bottom of my heart for all the prayers, good vibes, sweet comments and healing thoughts. This is the first day I’ve felt up to getting on the computer, I apologize for that, but my husband has been reading the comments to me and I couldn’t be more touched or more grateful. I appreciate each and every one of you. I will begin “Poetry Friday” again next Friday.
November 29, 2018
A Short Update.
Hello, everyone. I wanted to give a quick update. My surgery went well. The surgeon did run across some bowel adhesions that he had to repair. I don’t know how that happened. I guess he’ll explain how those could have formed in two weeks when I see him.
I have to be honest . . . I’ve never known pain like this before in my life. I got Percocet for the pain but it only seems to work when I’m reclining or lying perfectly still. Getting out of bed and standing/sitting is the worst. I was warned there would be pain but I had no idea it would be this bad. I guess the repairing of the bowel adhesions added to the the overall pain of having my uterus, ovaries, fallopian tubes and lymph nodes removed.
Despite the pain I’m happy that the surgery went well and that the surgeon was able to see and fix the problem with the bowel, since it prevents another surgery down the road. I know the pain will subside with each day, so I’ll hold on to that.
I have a low-grade fever which is normal under the circumstances. I’m a little foggy due to the strong medication I’m taking. I’m not used to taking narcotics. I was a little bit of a coward this morning. The thought of getting out of bed and feeling the pain was really scary but with my husband’s help I did get out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. I’m so grateful for my husband.
I can’t tolerate sitting here too long so I’ll be in touch in a few days.
Thank you for all the thoughts, prayers, and well wishes. You have all given me so much strength.
