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Akita turned eighteen; that was the day she vanished. It all began with an innocent dream, or so she thought. Now she’s linked to the earth’s power, destined to help others. The universe is thrown at her feet; its true nature bares its teeth.
Is it a gift or a curse?
Darkness creeps in the shadow waiting for the right moment to strike.
Akita takes hold, creating her own fate, finding a love written in the stars.
some where within
this heart I lay.
Am i awake or
is it fool’s paradise
an echoe of a holler
bellows back
mimicking my heart as it
pleads to the master
to abandon its chains.
among those with broken dreams,
Devowered into a missled world
love thats like a siv
and wicked thoughts
en-wrapped in fire….
slowley it draws you in
a longing to find a place
to hide….
echoes like a breath taken
on a cold day.
The grey surrounds,
overwhelming the streets
engulphing souls,
over powering the sun
creating withdrawl of light.
the clock ticks , but never stays.
An army of ignorance invades
driving your mind to the land of oz
and your body to the river of lust
then where is time?
among the streets catching the wind.
Does the master listen and reach out his love
will he carry my heart through the path of thorns
and keep it from drowning in the sorrow
from the throbs of other hearts.
Will he excuse what is only natural,
adapting to a world
that lacks a dawn
will he warm the hearts in those that have grown cold.
So while we engage
in shadows of the night
leaving time with no demand
The place i lay is filled with love
because i took a stand
I fought the battle, the masters hand i held
and because i loved with such belief
he caught me when i fell.
Although my chains
may hold me down
Give, and you will be forever and ever
above your grey surroundings in a world
saturated in light The golden crown
Rain if the Wolves is done.
I know I’m not a consistent blogger, I enjoy having my head in the books too much.
Akita turned eighteen; that was the day she vanished. It all began with an innocent dream, or so she thought. Now she’s linked to the earth’s power, destined to help others. The universe is thrown at her feet; its true nature bares its teeth.
Is it a gift or a curse?
Darkness creeps in the shadow waiting for the right moment to strike.
Akita takes hold, creating her own fate, finding a love written in the stars.
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It is so close to release.
Rain of the Wolves
A fantasy romance that’ll leave you wanting more.
➡️Supernatural creatures
➡️Unstoppable love
➡️Destiny takes over
➡️Secrets & Liesbooks
➡️Danger
Do you enjoy fantasy romance?
It’s coming soon
Good morning!
It’s bright and cool out. I’m awake, ready to write. The house is quiet, not the kind of silence that is comfortable. My family is 12000 miles away from me right now. It all happened due to covid, not the greatest topic but it happened non the less.
Covid gives me even more anxiety! It has taken my life and made it small. We all deal the best we can; some suffered more, but to each, the pain is different. I miss my family. I have not seen my kid in a year.
I have both shots now. Will I take off my mask, though? Not a chance!
How about you? How has covid affected your life?
I am off to write. Enjoy your day!
Good morning!
Life is grand; it doesn’t have to be perfect but waking with low anxiety is terrific. Unfortunately, it doesn’t happen often! How are you today?
I’m writing today. Actually editing, but I want to write, and I hope I get a chance too. I am working on the last copy of Rain of the Wolves. I was only supposed to type it out, but as all you writers know, we can improve. So, I’m getting rid of tired words and playing with it as I go.
At first, I had extreme anxiety over the entire thing. I always preferred writing over editing. But, over time, I have learned to enjoy editing; go figure!
I might have anxiety, but it’s never over my writing. Writing to me is like a wave in the ocean, the sun in the sky and the moon among the stars. I love it! It calms me, making me feel as if I can breathe. This anxiety has been with me since I was young. I wasn’t always trapped in my house; there was a time when I hated going into my place. I felt unsafe Nature was the only thing that comforted me. I would spend all day out and about away from people enjoying the forest. That was before I began writing.
Do you find there are little things that bring comfort to your anxiety?
I do; without them, I might be lost. Music helps, sometimes I listen to songs in different languages it’s quite enjoyable. Sometimes it has no lyrics; I find it distracting when I’m writing. I like to listen to music and think about my books, whether I’m writing or just reading.
Tell me about something you do to relax.
Good morning!
I woke today my anxiety was at a low. I received my second vaccine; I ended up with symptoms of the flu. My body felt like it was hit by a truck. My anxiety was at its highest point while trying to sleep. I listen to music (it’s how I fall asleep), and my head hurt. I couldn’t rest due to body pain; it was horrible.
Some people suffer that much body pain regularly; I feel for them.
How does your anxiety affect your writing?
Mine affects mine in different ways; it takes away time I can be writing. Sometimes I can’t pick up my laptop or my pen. It might seem silly, but anxiety and panic are never reasonable.
Most days, I can pick up my writing; it makes me feel good. I love being one with the story; I sometimes forget that anxiety exists. (that only happens when I’m writing)
I have a dog who is my best friend; he is also my emotional support dog. I love walking him, but he is patio trained too for when we are not in the country. I usually have a grassy garden box set up for him in the city. Though it is easy to get out in the country, he and I are one, walking like troupers.
When your anxiety hits and you are writing, does it ever affect what you write?
Hello everyone! My name is Jupiter. I have had this blog open for a bit but until now I didn’t know what I wanted to write. I do now!
My topic is writing while living with an anxiety disorder. I have a social anxiety in result I am trapped in my home for weeks sometimes months without leaving. It’s called agoraphobia.
What is agoraphobia? That is a great question!
Agoraphobia
Agoraphobia is a type of anxiety disorder. A person with agoraphobia is afraid to leave environments they know or consider to be safe. In severe cases, a person with agoraphobia considers their home to be the only safe environment. In case you want to know more I left a link.
https://www.betterhealth.vic.gov.au/health/conditionsandtreatments/agoraphobia
It’s funny (not a haha kind of funny) I don’t feel afraid! I feel panic and it feels very unreasonable yet I can not control it. Do you ever feel that?
Writing gives me a sense of living. No I don’t live like everyone else; it is extremly hard to see others living the life I wish I could live but learning to survive each day is where I’m at.
So I choose to write about anxiety and how I live, breathe and see each day. My fight, my struggle and how writing helps.
Do you struggle with anxiety?
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Title: Tears of a Cowgirl
Genre: Romantic suspense
length: 67000
Author: Jupiter Rose
Entangled in a dangerous web, she does everything she can to free herself. Her life’s in danger, and she’s running blind. Katherine sees Michael as just another threat, but he’s the one who will save her from herself. Without this city boy, their lives would never be the same, and with him, she gets a second chance at love.
“The sun was bright, and there was a gleam across the skyline that shimmered down upon the forest. The air was neither moist nor dry, which made it perfect for a relaxing day. Michael lived in LA mostly when he wasn’t travelling. It was sweltering there, but the air was a bit on the dry side. It is the kind of weather you don’t want to forget your suntan lotion in. He usually spent his winters in the Alps, but this year he thought it would be nice to write in the Colorado Mountains, Crash Falls, to be exact. Some folks back home had told him about the hiking and the beautiful views, creating the perfect painting within his mind. Crash Falls didn’t disappoint him, not one bit. Everything was perfect: especially Katherine Bell.
Michael stood, studying the view. He felt the inspiration rush through him. Everything about it spoke to him, talking about how glorious life was. Pulling out his recorder, he spoke into it as he thought of Katie.”
“Michael took a deep breath and continued down the path. He thought about writing a romance for his next book. Perhaps he would write about Katherine Bell; after all, she inspired his heart to beat.
Movement caught Michael’s attention; it was her. Katherine was out on one of the horses, riding the paths. Her hair flowing in the wind, and her body moving to the rhythm of the horse’s gallop. Michael’s heart pulsated hard. There was nothing sexier than a woman who was one with the earth. He stood breathless as she rode his way. What could he possibly say to a creature so beautiful?”
Excerpt From: Jupiter Rose. “Tears of a Cowgirl: Running from the devil.” iBooks.
