I write because my heart tells me to, I read because I love stories that make my eclectic soul happy. I'm an artist, scrapbooker, book nerd, animal lover, traveller and free spirit. Twitter: @JulesMcKenna13 Instagram: @theblingprincess
Ghost 1: Well hello, all my dark fiends and foes! This gathering is of the upmost importance because the veil is thinning, and Halloween is almost upon us. Every year we join the shenanigans on the mortal plane, and every year we are ignored and overlooked. Anyone would think we were invisible! The fact we can't be seen by mortals is irrelevant, and not the point! This year we need a ghoulish playlist that is loud, bold and scarier than a black cat crossing your path!
When An Angel Is Called Home
Here I am, yet again, sitting in front of my computer, staring at a blank screen, and wondering where do I start? What do I say, that hasn't already been said, about such an incredible friend and writer? How do you pay tribute and homage to a man that has left such an indelible mark on our writing community? How do you honour a man who gave the best of himself to everyone?
Daughter, Please Forgive Me?
Every night I go to sleep and wonder if, upon awakening, my daughter will still be alive. You see, I made a big mistake as a mother. I let my insecurities and demons get the better of me, and I put a man before my daughter. I was too scared to stand on my own two feet because I felt so broken. I didn’t think I had the strength to help and protect my daughter. I was stupid, and I won’t make any excuses for my stupidity. I could say I let love blind me, but that would be a lie. It was simply fear of being on my own.
The Unpraised Job of Motherhood
Many say that it is the hardest job in the world. Do I agree? Absolutely. I have been entrusted with the most important responsibility of all - raising a child. Well, to be honest, it's two children, both daughters, born 14 months apart. The currency for this job is a little different to traditional roles for I am only paid in love and memories. It's a 24 hour a day, seven days per week, 52 weeks per year job, that doesn't have a completion date. I am, and will forever remain, a mother, mum, mama, mummy, mommy, and momma.
Ten Things That Are Non-Negotiable In My Life
I do not claim to be a normal, every day human being. I am not, I am far from that person. I am quirky, eclectic, weird, too honest, free spirited, easily bored, fascinated by the small details, and I have a really warped sense of humour.
How many times have you heard the phrase "not all men are like that"? Did you know it is counter-productive to the toxic masculinity conversation that we desperately need to have? If you are one of those men (or women) that interrupt with “not all men are like that,” when the discussion of toxic masculinity is raised then you are just as much a part of the problem.
Mimi And The Koi Pond
Looking out her window, holding a dirty paintbrush in her hand, Mimi watched as Tonka and Shovel, the cats owned by the facility gardener, amused themselves by chasing koi fish gliding along beneath the frozen pond ice. The easel Mimi was working at was positioned near the window so that she could take advantage of the natural light while painting. But she had stopped when a blur of orange, then grey, had dashed past her window, distracting her from her thoughts.
The Pear Effect
I have been imprisoned here for twenty-four hours. Wherever I am, I seem to be lost in a world that is heavy and claustrophobic. I can feel my surroundings pressing down on me, suffocating me, making me feel minute and irrelevant. There is no light, only the dark and moistness. A cloying underlying scent of dampness and fertilised soil pervades my entire being.