Why Not Me?

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I started writing a story, when my now four year old daughter was a baby. It was slow going. I was studying my Bachelor too and didn’t have much time to write, so it kind of got pushed aside. Then when I started back on it. My laptop blew up and I lost 3 chapters of the story and couldn’t retrieve them. So once again it got pushed aside and than I fell pregnant with my second child and it wasn’t the easiest pregnancy, so again it got put off.

Until this year, when it suddenly hit me. I’ve got to get this done. I’m not exactly sure what triggered this sudden urge, so strong that I couldn’t leave it any longer.

Maybe it was the writers meeting I attended and the inspirational speakers and fellow writers. Perhaps it was an awakening? I’ve struggled with anxiety and PTSD and through this, I’ve learnt so much about myself and I’m beginning to realise that I am capable of so much more then I give myself credit for.

So I ask the question, to myself and to you…WHY NOT ME?

So my first achievement was publishing my poetry collection; Horns & Halo’s and the next big thing is publishing my fantasy novel, Raven Child. Which I’m very close to finishing my first draft. (In my next post I’ll explain the storyline.) rise

I have two young daughters with no family support, so this has been a challenge in itself. But when you have passion and love for something, you make it happen.

So, no matter how small, work towards your goals each and everyday. Even just 20 minutes spare each day or just jotting down idea’s. You’ll be amazed at the results!

Love Jen xxx

 

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Fuck It

I wrote this poem, with tears in my eyes, for the words are real and raw. I’ve always struggled to believe in myself and especially my writing. But it seems I’ve turned a point in my life now and there’s no going back. I’m realising that I can write. And am going to, no matter what. So ‘fuck it’ can be my mantra. Because I’m moving out of my comfy home and into the wild 😜

Thanks to my dear friend Cassie for the mantra 💗

FREE Horns & Halos Poetry Collection

Poetry is fluid and interchanging based on emotion and perception. It allows both the poet and the reader to discover and interpret the words, for themselves.

Life is a lot like poetry, always changing, unique, flexible, forever challenging the mind, and flooding the senses.

Horns & Halo’s was written to convey this sense of self through both emotion and experience. Horns & Halo’s connects the written word, with the real world. No bullshit, no sugar-coating, just up front and raw…

BOLD AND STRONG…LIKE A WOMAN

 

Horns & Halos is available worldwide in paperback and Kindle, from Amazon and a free e-book is available from https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/746721 use coupon code to get your free copy PT96V

I’m Back

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It’s been awhile my friends. But I’m back!

I haven’t forsaken my writing, in fact I’ve been working harder than ever before and that’s why I’ve been absent here on Word Press.

In the time I’ve been away. I’ve had another beautiful baby girl, Audrey who is already 9 months old. I’ve published my first poetry collection, Horns & Halos. I’m almost finished my fantasy manuscript and working on a children’s picture book. My publishing journey feels more tangible than ever before.

I’d love to hear from you and see how you all are going with your writing and I will be making sure I check out your blogs!

So happy to be back. The writing community is so important in the writing process!

Jen xxx

Vanished

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Imagine, one morning waking at dawn. The colours of yellow and burnt orange warm your skin. You open your eyes and search your surrounds, everything that once was, gone. Your world blank. Your loved ones vanished, your career and professional life irrelevant in a new world. Your home a distant memory. It is just you and things you own. Emptiness grips your throat and your breath laboured. You’re left cold.

Everything that was important to you yesterday, replaced by times rapid clock. How do you move out forward?
In this life, we’re constantly thriving to achieve financial success. Chasing materials to fill a deep void. Masking our sadness with bigger and better products.

But what happens when you awaken; from this life created? Will you look back and love the things you have brought? Or will you remember the people who travelled beside you? Moved through the thick hours of time, and supported you with love, and action.

As time ticks by, remember it is only fleeting, that one day the hands will stop, will you be left with all your possessions or will you choose love?

 

Image courtesy of http://aracelirldeloleoalcincel.blogspot.com/2016/08/richard-avedonel-hombre-que-revoluciono.html

I’m Still Here

I’m still here

lingering in the chaos

of the day.

I haven’t disappeared, although it might seem so. I’m still here, but the last few months have seen me too busy to write much or get on to read all your fabulous work, here on WordPress. I’m sorry for that, because every poet should read a lot of poetry.

So, where have I been and why so busy?

Well I just handed in my last and final uni essay. It has been a long six years of study. Between work, pregnancy and children, writing and life in it’s self. I’m finally finished,

Oh the relief!

The feeling of utter relief washed over me, when I pressed send on my uni website. This is it; no more uni essays. Until the next time, I have the wonderful idea of ‘hmmm maybe I should study some more?’ Please NO! But that is me, always challenging myself, always thinking of the next dream. Will it ever stop. Even now, I’m thinking, what next?

But for right now I need to enjoy my free time. Huh what free time? I have a three year old and another on the way. Yes, I’m pregnant, with another beautiful daughter. So life as I know it, will change again. I’ll be even more busier. If that’s possible?

 

 

 

 

 

Sip, Part 2

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Julia Hetta | EMPTY KINGDOM http://www.emptykingdom.com-

 

Malt liquor,
Sip, a mouthful to sedate,
Swallowed, by greed and thirst,
Swill,
Deprivation, A hunger for the kill,
The taste of gluttony, too pleasing a thrill,
Devouring the consumed,
The mind a dangerous tool,
Haphazard and messy,
Wagered, a life,
Alice, enclosed,
A deadly cocktail to quench her soul,
Sip,
Haemorrhaging on the inside,
Her battle just begun.

Holidays In Tasmania 

  I haven’t been around on WordPress as much as usual this week. I have been away on holidays, visiting family in Tasmania. Having a wonderful time, from food festivals to wineries and lots of family fun. 

Tasmania is a beautiful state. Great food, wine, quaint houses and stunning scenery. The weather is a lot cooler here though, but makes for a nice change.
Loving the simple things in life! 

Jen xxx