Hi HI Y’all!
I have been giving up on the few precious hours of sleep I could possibly have to send you so many updates this weekend and this upcoming week. SO MUCH. Just to give you the general rundown there was the addition of STARWARS and Soul Eater to the Fan Fiction page. Plus, DC Comics Outlaws was updated~~~ AND the super secret forced podcast I was made to do started this Saturday ( on the crowsnestco.blog ) For early access to any of these I shall remind you it’s just 1$ on a month on my patreon (https://www.patreon.com/ilknight )… Which you will notice had been updating like craaazy~ And will continue to do so as I have already ready to post stuff for Chronicles: Slaves of Desires and Confessions of a Teenage Poet which haven’t seen the light of day anywhere yet. So first access will be a thing for sure!
Please enjoy guys~
P.S. I’m actually working for a company that’s looking for bloggers, writers, illustrators and editors if y’all are looking. Just DM me~
Busy Man – Billy Ray Cyrus
Maybe yesterday didn’t hurt the most. Maybe this morning even didn’t. Maybe it’s just a dull constant that becomes more sharp in moments. I remember the resentment and hurt I harbor. In any case… this morning hurt.
I never wanted wanted to tell my grandparents – No. That’s a lie. A part of me always did, but was scared of the reaction. I never could handle failure very well. But more than that I can’t handle the reaction to it.
But I had to tell them, my grandparents, that I formed an L.L.C. this time. Because the address I used is their address. All the documents I need will be going to T-H-E-I-R house. And the reaction to it was to be expected – disinterest to questioning why I’d waste the money I had earned from working. And even if I could explain to them that they were over dropping me to work early so I could pick up more hours to fund what I love it wouldn’t matter to them. Because when you are smart the standard they have of what is actually an accomplishment changes.
Yet, still it stings. I never wanted their flattery or attention. I just wanted the understanding of people who raised me that when I dust myself off and try that’s not a failure. Life doesn’t go from bad to great and just stay there. It’s a process and a journey. And if they don’t want to be a guide then at least make me remember I can lead myself.
Trying. Picking yourself up slowly. It isn’t a failure Mamma & Dad. It’s not a waste of money.
I am serious about my own journey. I can make a life out of what I love. So this L.L.C. will fill me with pride. I need to believe in my own strength.
The pain you gave me will hurt enough for a lifetime, but not trying will hurt me even more,
Down With Sickness – Disturbed
Because of You – Kelly Clarkson
You know life works in strange ways. Everything can be S-U-P-E-R chaotic. A mess really. You can be dying of pain, disorganized, struggling, anxious and feeling alone. And then it just hands you an opportunity you’ve never thought of before.
Hell, you were just trying to struggle through the muck of your current life.
So how do I process three good things? (1) Another small milestone in my recovery from my diagnosis of an auto-immune disease, (2) a random author willing to self publish with me when I started my company to protect my own writing, and (3) a possible illustrator for my own stuff?
My life is a huge mess right now. And Karma is throwing me time consuming good things? Do I take it as a sign? As a new way of life? Positive growing pains?
What to do,
When It Rains It Pours – Luke Combs