Writing with the Cyber Punches

Every now and then, a person or event hits us so hard in the virtual teeth, that we struggle on the ground, staring at our attacker, and wondering, Why? At that moment, deep in our assaulted heart, we’re certain that we’ll never get up again.

Then the heart remembers the first time her feelings were bloodied—we’ve all been there—and she thinks about how she was convinced that the pain would kill her. Right there, when she’s sure that death is eminent, her brain rolls her eyes, and says, “Hey you, nincompoop, can you hear me? Of course you can freaking hear me; neither you nor your ears die way back then. And guess what? You’ll not perish this time, either. Just put on your big girl panties. No! Not those useless silky things; the red cotton ones with the tiny black skulls and the lettering that says, ‘This knickers were made for butt-kickers.’ Good. You’re grinning. That’s the spirit. Now feed that grin some common sense and action until it bursts into cackles, then think of a tale or three, and write with the cyber punches.”

Yes, my brain is rather loquacious… and sagacious, too. I like her ways, and care to listen to her advice. So after a group of lowlifes stole my work from my about-to-become archive blog, I gave myself some quiet time to grief for the loss (and to rage in severely descriptive phrases), before I took action and continued to keep on keeping on.

This website is my first step towards moving forward. I’ve already created new short Fiction and Poetry pages; mostly, I transferred the links. I need to do something similar with the book pages, which remain at Pagan Culture. My about Me page, on the other hand, it’s quite the treat. Seriously, my Wicked Luvs; do read “i am Stories” and “i am Poetry”, if you have a minute or three. For my latest approach to a bio was a therapeutic blast to create. I suspect many of you might enjoy the living friskiness of the words.

All my new short fiction, poetry, bits of witchy living, writing, reading and publishing updates will be posted here… so do consider following by email *cough, cough, cough*. I plan to reread Pagan Culture from beginning to end, in order to create a categorized archive to keep here. I suspect the process might take me the rest of the year, perhaps longer—we’re speaking of almost 1,300 posts.

For as long as I’m conducting my Pagan Culture archival exploration, I shall publish a weekly notice (over at the other blog), informing anyone who is yet to visit/follow my new cyber-home that the Midnight Margaritas are now being brewed here.

Again, my Luvs: fly around, take a look at “i am Stories” and “i am Poetry”, follow via email, Bloglovin’… have a good time, and leave a comment or three to feed my wicked grin.

Rebirth, by Peace Simon

Rebirth, by Peace Simon

24 thoughts on “Writing with the Cyber Punches”

  1. Added this to my bloglovin feed 🙂 So happy you found a way to keep your writing muse entertaining us, er, I mean active. Hope the moving process goes smoothly and I’m looking forward to whatever bit of writing you grace us with next.

  2. I followed this site on Bloglovin, Blogger, and via email! 😀

    I’m so sorry that you’ve been feeling so wretched over those thieving asshats. 🙁 I know I’m all the way over on the other side of the planet, but I hope you know that I’ve always got your back in spirit! ❤ xo

  3. I Love you and your writing and will follow you anywhere you move your writing to. On a side note I hope Karma sucker punches those responsible for your woes, and them tosses them down a flight of stairs.


  4. Okay, I may not get to read as much as you have taught me, anymore, but I do wish to!
    I always watch and am happy my writing creative hearts are exercising their extreme talents! Protect your Art! a wise poet has said!
    Keep shining! xoDebi

    • It makes me feel so terrible that art needs to be protected. I know I’ll sound like I’m living during the 60s and prefer flowery dresses, but seriously, we should be free to share our minds with others without this much fear of having it stolen. I know, I know… but a girl can dream.

  5. Ha, here I am again… recently I discovered that several of my books can be downloaded from non-authorized sources – there has been a huge outcry in the German writing community over this – and after feeling hurt at first (someone had forwarded my books, which I leave DRM-free because I know many readers are lusers, and which he or she may have gotten as a gift at some time, this someone had betrayed my trust), I decided that I won’t change a thing about the way I publish. My books will remain DRM-free, I won’t go chasing after the people who did this and the platforms that offer these “services”, and instead I will try to connect with the readers who love my stories and send fan mail and brighten my day. I refuse to let some stupid book thief darken my world.

    Just do what you do best, even if it makes you look like a madwoman at times. ^^

    • I get angry (and sad) when people shared what it isn’t theirs without permission. I’m sorry your trust was betrayed. I’m with you in the not going around looking for people who might have taken your writing–I never have; in a way, I’m terrify of what I might find. About chasing after them, that’s a lost battle that only promises high blood pressure and a lot of cursing. I learned that the hard way. When I contacted the person, all I wanted was for them to remove the posts (especially the ones about me growing up, some about my Piano Man and I, and the one that honestly broke me a little, a post about my little brother’s death).

      I echo your sentiment. I will do what do (I kind of like the madwoman persona 🙂 ). I will share my writing with those who love it. But at the same time time, I will make it a bit difficult for anyone who might steal my mind-children to look like anything other than a thief. ♥

  6. When I think of this incident, it makes my skin crawl. I have recently discovered that some of my “blog stuff” has been used by someone else as well. It just boggles the mind. I stole gum when I was a kid. My Mom whipped the crap out of me and shamed me so badly. I deserved the lesson, maybe not as fiercely as she dole it out, but none the less, I learned the life lesson. So, therefore, I am always puzzled by how others can take part of our lifes and have no qualms. You have such a wonderful kick ass attitude. I fear, I still am, after all these years, to a greater or lesser degree, a wound licker and moper. I applaud your get up and get over it way of handling what life gives you. Smooches and Squoozes, Oma Linda

    • I used to steal mangoes and sour oranges from the yard of the oldest woman in my village. She knew it was me, and would make me carry water from the well as payment. One time, I took a handful of tropical cherries from a tree she used only for ritual (I hadn’t known that at the time), and she gave me a look of disappointment that nearly broke my heart.

      I wonder what would make people of this sort care…

  7. And I am here! A place where this nastiness will not permeate. I too have dealt with my fair share of creative stealing and copying and blaming. And it is SOOO yucky and digs into your soul like heart-wrenching claws! Glad you’ll never let it get you down 😉

  8. It is unfathomable that anyone would steal someone words, their heart and soul, and claim them for themselves. It is my sincere wish that they are able to feel the fiery burning of the wrath we all hold towards them. They would be mighty toasty indeed ….

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