A Tuesday throw out??? What???

So I have been reflecting on why it is I write. Truthfully, I cant remember ever not writing. I think I was seven or eight when I wrote my first song. I was so proud of it I ran over to my Friends house and sang it for her and her mother. They laughed, of course, even now I think it was funny, but it didn't deter me from continuing to write poetry, making illustrated books, scribbling song lyrics on my notebooks. I guess you could say that the only time I am not being what is expected of me is when I am pouring my thoughts on paper.

I have also been pining over weather or not I will be good enough. Will anyone read my stuff? Will I be taken seriously? I have been told I am talented, I would like to believe that is true. But I can help but fear the negative feedback from my lack of technical skills. I myself have read countless novels with excellent grammar/punctuation that lacked in the actual content. The writers, as well as EVERYONE on the Internet, are unabashed telling others of their flaws, but are blatantly blind to their own.

Anyway, I am pretty sure that all of this reflecting is due to the fact that Thursday is my birthday. And since I will be camping, and have several other things going on this week I am giving you a Tuesday throw out in lieu of the normal Thursday event. So as a personal favor to me, for my birthday, I would appreciate a like, a share, or a comment from my readers please...I don't think this is too much to ask is it??

Muse Vol. 2




The talisman throbs at my neck as the two halves war against each other within the confines of their golden enclosures. The black gold holds the waters of the Lethe, to start anew. The rose gold holds the waters of the Mnemosyne, to persevere. Use them wisely. My mother’s words echo through my memory. Time seems to stand still as I gather my courage. Many will perish if I cannot complete my mission.
The echo of a thousand-man march bounces off the mountain side. I stiffen as the glow in Jesson’s eyes turns a deep red. He stares directly into my soul with a hatred I have never seen on his angelic face. My stomach contorts as his army crests the hillside, descending on my small band of faithful followers. I look to Cyrus and give a slight nod, he turns away and makes a path to the back of our forces. I swallow the lump in my throat and step away from the safety of our group. Walking deliberately and slowly toward Jesson I hold his gaze. Halfway between Jesson and my troop I stop. Alone in the center of the battlefield I raise an arm with a white flag in the air. Jesson throws a hand up halting his deadly precession.


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Well that is it for this week.  Hope you like it. Please leave any feedback below or on my Star Kava Author facebook page. heave a great week!!



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