31 Nightmares 2018: The 15th

Iconic Scenes

We’ve talked about a lot here so far, but not about some of the iconic scenes in the horror genre over the years. There are so many. One that stands out to me is that infamous scene in The Omen where the maid…well, you know.

I picked this one today because its stood the test of time. I still hear people talk about it to this day and they aren’t even from my generation. A whole new generation has discovered this modern classic.

What are some of your favorite iconic horror movie scenes?


This has been

Day 15

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Sleepy Sundays: Exist

Exist © 2017 Snapping Turtle Arts & Publishing

There’s a bunch of things planned for this new year coming up on CardCastles.

Yet only time will tell if they come to fruition.

Though, despite the odds working against me, I believe.

I believe with every ragged fiber of me, because if there’s one thing my life has shown me, it’s that anything can rise from ashes.

Such has been true for me time and time again. This weekend I felt the worst I have ever felt—

And yet, I smile.”

Why?

I know it’s not over yet. In fact, with the new year rolling in, it’s only just beginning.

I’m aware all of this may sound oh-so-very cliché. I’m not blind to the notion that some people out there are sick to death of hearing me preach the power of positive thought. (Those people can stuff it, by the way.) In spite of all that, I want you to keep going with me, through whatever trials you may be facing as well. We can’t give up and we can’t give in. BELIEVE in yourself. It’s a point I have to make. It’s important.

We’re all just getting started. 😉

Have a beautiful Sunday, my loves.

& Have a very happy New Year!


Fun facts: This artwork was inspired by elements of science fiction and recent talks buzzing around about alien life. It’s been a little while since something in the “surreal” genre was posted here at CardCastles. This Sunday changes that.

The Lift

I can be impulsive.

Those of you that know me are no strangers to that.

A few days back I posted a “Shutdown Notice” of sorts closing down the site, my services, and all of the CardCastles social media accounts.

Wintery

I’ve never seen the Stats for this place spike so high. Oh, it certainly wasn’t because folks were concerned, I assure you. Not over 500+ in less than an hour. No, my close friends and core group know where to reach me & certainly wouldn’t spam the buttons here to do so.

That spike was likely due to people that cannot wait to see me fall on my face.

 

Although my health is indeed dwindling, I still have hope.

“The audacity of hope!” – President Barack Obama

Hope is something I tend to cling to with all of my being.
After all, I’ve always been like a cat with nine lives, and well, hell, I’m just not that easy to kill.

When I left, there was a guilt I felt because I’m trying to build this business even larger than it already is. My goal is to stack it into something that can eventually help my family and friends. Due to groundwork I laid out earlier this year, I’m already halfway there.

So, I can’t really just stop now. Even though I certainly felt the need to for a while.

Over the last few days, I got to see how much I really am appreciated, however silently, it’s still appreciation, and it matters. You filled my inboxes, my DMs, tweeted out little playlists for me. (One of my potential future moderators who you’ll soon hopefully be meeting shared all of this with me while I was away. We both had a good laugh about how I couldn’t leave this place if I tried.)

One last thing pushed me back here beside all that.

Wild Card

I thought of someone I care about who is going through my exact same struggle right now. She hasn’t stopped her magic for one minute. Even with all she has on her plate, and doing every bit of it while in pain, she hasn’t thrown in the towel. She’s still going.

That inspires me. That’s a strength I’ve only seen in one other place—through the women in my own family, particularly, my late mother.

So while I had my time to sit and sob

and even though the holidays are draining every last bit of sanity I have left

I

can’t

stop.

After all, I am a creator.

And

We’re all mad here.

Sleepy Sundays: Rest

Rest
Rest

We’ve reached the end of the month. While my physical health remains an issue, I’ve decided to keep working through it. However slow I get things done no longer matters to me.

I managed to forget one small detail back in November when I started freelancing:

I make the rules. I am in charge.

Although I ultimately am at the mercy of my clients if I want to collect payment, I am still the boss. I make my own hours. When things come up in my life, I need to cancel, cancel, cancel. (I’m still working on that part.)

The photo art pictured above was inspired by that very sentiment. Sometimes our bodies simply need rest, or we will keel over.

With January coming to a close, I’ve had to let a few people down. That truth hurts me. Having to detach from something effects me a lot more than most would realize. Especially since I know some of you reading have been going THROUGH IT lately, just like I have.

I guess what I’m trying to say is something I stated here a long time ago in my former “Daily Daydreams” section.

“Make time for love’s sake.

Make love for time’s sake.”Daydreams

Have you had to let someone down recently? Are you a good/poor communicator?

Have a rest-worthy Sunday!

We Could Be Heroes

Today is my son’s birthday. In just a short while he’ll awaken and care about nothing more than presents, balloons, and party time. After all, he is a kid.

My son doesn’t yet understand how profoundly he’s effected all of our lives for the better. I’ve spoken many times on the subject both here and elsewhere. He still manages to shock me with his complex understanding everyday.

The little one and I often joke and talk about what we’d be like as superheroes. They are, after all, his favorite thing on the planet for quite some time now.

He once told me I reminded him of this awesome chick  one particular super-human-lady named Opal:

Opal is coincidentally my birthstone. The character herself is a “fusion” of two different people.

As the munchkin sleeps, and I sit here and prepare and organize, he still managed to get my wheels turning once again.

 

We are all capable of super-human feats. My son is a shining example of that himself. He has overcome odds stacked against him time and time again. Come to think of it, so have I. So have all of us. In a world full of so much ugliness, day in, day out, sometimes it takes super-human strength just to make it through.

I’ve seen powers in all of you when you change things for the better. When you organize a charity, brave through sharing a difficult story, help someone learn to read, and most of all, when you heal a broken heart.

Being a mother to this beautiful child has granted me a new perspective on life.

Happy Birthday, munchkin.

“We can be heroes, just for one day.” David Bowie