Last week I gave you the list of poems that would go into the first section of the book, my twenties. I asked each of you to vote on which poem you would like to see as a preview and the poem “Master of Illusion” was the one chosen.
I wrote the Master of Illusions when I was fighting worries about feeding three children. At that time, I decided that I could either worry about the money — thus becoming its prisoner — or I could continue walking forward trusting that all would work out.
I am in the process of sorting through the poems and selecting which ones will go in each section. If you remember from the last update the sections are going to be: Sherril, Sheri and Arizona – each nickname for a different decade of life, the twenties, the thirties and the forties. Below are the poems for “Sherril”.
So, some of you may have noticed me messing around with different donate buttons and different ways to get you to consider donating. Finally, tonight, I have decided that the best thing to do is to write out my vision. If you choose to help me get there, great! If not, Great!
Of course, the blog is a means to several ends:
- Learning my writing skills
- Sharing what I am learning
- Putting Entangled into as many homeless shelters as possible
- Marketing new projects
I wanted to post a very quick update to let everyone know that I have not forgotten about my follow-up. I have become very entangled with the research. There are stats on the FBI’s website that I have downloadeded to look at the violent crime trends for children and I have found much interesting reading about violence and the media.
An apology to the reader
Last night I got incensed about a movie that was just released. Okay, if I am going to be totally unbiased, it wasn’t just the movie. It was the recent school shooting that occurred on February 27th in Chardon, Ohio. It was the teens who have highlighted the news with scenes of murder. Hunger Games just happened to be mentioned many times by my Facebook Friends and I allowed my emotions to overtake my good sense by writing Part I of Children Killing Children.