The Maple Tree Queen

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Autumn Inspired Poetry

Today actually feels like the beginning of autumn. Crisp morning, sunny and comfortable afternoon. The changing season is such an inspiration to a nature poet like myself. What shall today's writing prompt be today? Number one or number two?

Someday

Time to start working on the next project. My next book title is "Reaching the Castle Wall" poetry based on finding love. From love at first sight to the first kiss, and heartache as well as finding true love, I want to encompass the entire journey of finding that one someone who makes you happy.

Someday

“Someday I will go there.”  He says to himself,

“Someday with time and quite a bit of wealth.”

But he can dream of this wonderful someday

How else does it come to be, this “someday”?

What is a dream? If it not a lofty plan?

To what one can do, be he a courageous man

So we gather our pennies this courageous man and I

And set to dreaming of where we can fly

It will be years if not decades for us reach

The land afar with a white sandy beach

But once we go we could not be caught

In just one place to which we plot

No, the dream is a just gateway

Just a single step into a doorway

And from a dream it will birth such a life

That no one could fathom no matter the strife

One place will lead to another

An endless world of adventurous wonder

And my courageous man will lead me

And I- I will follow him freely

Hand in hand, in a distant land

Finally arriving to where we planned

An adventure awaits us and we are on our way

To a place we dreamed and called “Someday”

Time for some real blogging

Well, I am pretty sure I have promoted myself here enough. Or perhaps it is never done. Today I just feeling like talking. Still about authoring a book, but really, just an honest moment over the entire experience.

If anyone is listening I hope it reaches someone in similar shoes so you may feel like you are not the only one to endure the promotional aspects of writing a book. I have to admit, I did think this would be a lot easier and a lot less work! I thought writing the book itself was the hard part. And it was I put so much into it. Really commit to each stage of grief, feeling everything.

So here I am self published. I didn't even know that it was an undesirable trait for a book. All I really know is that Idaho has nothing for literary agents and publishers. Perhaps, I should switch gears and becoming a literary agent. There is certainly a demand in my area. Geesh! And as far as self published authors go, I didn't realize what a giant pool I was jumping into. I am one small fish with my little poetry book.

Ideas of grandeur are certainly coming into reality. Partly I know that this is just impatience. I have taken steps and now I know I just need to wait. Not really in my DNA. Next month my book will be reviewed by our local paper, OK that's good. And also next month I have a co-book signing, also good. But both are local. I know that is good, but I had ideas of great. Build Facebook and Twitter and followers here on this blog, you know, like "if you build it they will come" OK that dates me a bit. But you get the idea. Field of Dreams said that I think before the internet. It more like if you build it a million other people already have. OK so I am having a moment of pessimism. Sue me.

So I am telling myself a new mantra today. I love mantras, they do work I think. I am telling myself "Great things happen to me everyday" And now, I am waiting again. Tick, tock, something great, are you out there? I'm ready.

I contacted a Ebook guru courtesy of my local Author Association I joined, very helpful people. Hopefully here very soon my kindle version will be improved. I intend on using Smashwords, but everything I have tried with this Ebook is an epic fail. Ebook formatting is not for the faint of heart. When it is done my book will be on kindle, nook, and a lot of others. In the meantime, I will sit patiently and wait for my book review and book signing. I have sent out a few emails to literary agents that are no where near Idaho in an attempt to reach out and get help with this monster I created. No bites yet.

On the plus side, I added a few very nice reviews from Amazon. Seems my book is not completely hidden in the haystack of other books.

OK venting is over and that feels much better. I hope someone relates. Or maybe has survived this phase and has wonderful words of encouragement!

The Sun and The Vine by Nina C. Palmer

The Raining by Nina C Palmer

Very first review! I'm Beaming!

Hyde Park Bookstore Co-Book Signing Event

On Saturday, October 18th from 7PM to 9PM Hyde Park Book Store will be hosting a three author event.

This quaint little book store is nestled in the heart of Boise's North End in Hyde Park at 1507 N. 13th St. Looking forward to meeting everyone and I am honored to sign a book for you!

Local authors to be at signing:

Nina C. Palmer, author of Through the Trees
Samantha Jean Whitaker, author of Bomb Shelters and Butterflies
Mara Hargroder, author of Letters I'd Wished I'd Found

Check out all three books on their website www.hydeparkbooks.net. The best part is, if you order online, books are only $1 to ship!

Through The Trees Book Release

It has been a year in the making and finally it is here. My book, Through The Trees, is finally available for purchase at amazon.com (click here)

I say a "year in the making" but really it is a "lifetime in the making" that brought this book into existence. I hope that it is loved by poetry lovers and book lovers, alike. But mostly, I wrote this book for specific reason. I have endured a great deal of hurt in my life. I reached a point when I was willing to do whatever it takes to move on and be the happy person I knew I could be. This book began as a cathartic process. Using poetry I allowed myself to remember, to go back through my past hurts and experience each and every stage of grief. I moved past denial, I let go of anger, I let myself by sad, and finally I accepted. Everything I held in for the sake of being strong.. I let go.

Publishing this book is the final step I had to take to really become free. By making my words, emotions, and heartache, available to all, it releases me from the guilt, shame, and fear that I have been carrying. It is my true hope that this book reaches those who have been hurt by someone they love, someone who has endured a toxic relationship, someone who cannot seem to move on.

My intent in publishing this work is to convey to others that they are not alone. That love and hope are possible and tangible to those who seek it.

About Through The Trees: Take a walk through the trees, a poetically written journey of nature and metaphor. Experience a wilderness that comes alive with a hauntingly enchanting spirit. We all have or will experience the heartache at the end of a relationship. It could be with a friend, a love, or even someone from our own family. We grieve all the same. This humble book of poetry is a journey of healing. Each chapter represents a stage of grief. The writer touches the hurting soul in a most compassionate way with artful words that are deeply vulnerable and true to the experience of loss. Challenge yourself to deep self reflection as you take a journey through denial, anger, depression, bargaining, and finally acceptance. May you find your way out of the woods and finally be able to see the forest through the trees.

The Sun and the Vine

~From Through The Trees: Chapter 5 Acceptance

A shadow creeps onto the wall capturing the sun’s rays.
The vine shivers in the cold and for the light it prays.
The vine reaches up to the sun calling its name aloud.
The shadow stands still, the shadow of a cloud.


“Sun! Sun!” cries the vine, “Give me back the light!”
It withers with a sorrow and calmly comes the night.
The clouds collide with others; their thunder chases the wind
The vine looks up with hope, only rain the cloud did send.


In the coming morning, dew set upon its leaves.
The vine stands still, it cries and it grieves.
The sun looks down upon it with confusion in its eyes,
“Why do you cry, my vine? Didn't you know that I would rise?”

The vine looks up with a dewy tear,
“My sun when you are away, I truly fear.
You left me to the cold of the night.
Without you I am filled with such a fright.”

“My vine, do not fear. I raised you from a seed,
I would never leave your side and will provide what you need.
You may fear when I am gone each and every night.
But, my dearest vine, I tell you,

You need the dark and rain as much as you need my light.”