Friday, May 20, 2016

Happy Freakin' Birthday to Me!

Tomorrow I am 42 years old.

Yep, I can't believe it's true either but here it is. Now for those who follow along you will know what a shit life I lead. I also have an overly productive life.

Not only did I just finish (hand wrote) the third novella in the book series I'm currently writing (more on that in a few weeks when I finish the conclusion), but I also do a bunch of other things.

Now two years ago I wrote 21 Days of Things About Me posts, chronicling 40 things about me every day for 21 days in the lead up to my 40th birthday and you can start reading those from here.

Now, I'll just tell y'all what else I do.

I write non-fiction books, and now a young adult book which is released tomorrow, under the name Tiara King (which is my real name, LJD is my adult author name).

I write children's and young adult books under the name T.K. Wrathbone.

I make and sell jewellery under the name Jewel Divas but the shop is currently on break while I sort mum's health out and finish off my books.

And I blog under the name Jewel Divas Style which is the second tier of the Jewel Divas brand.

You can find out more about me by visiting these sites and seeing for yourself what I do.

Happy freakin' birthday to me!

Friday, May 13, 2016

They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. I call it copycat-ism and I'm sick of it.

When you go through your life buying, wearing, using things, you know full well that because those items are available in stores that there are going to be other people buying, wearing, using them as well.

I get it, the world is a big place and other people will be wearing the same clothes, shoes or jewellery I wear. That’s why I’ve bought so much online. Ebay has provided me with a massive amount of kaftans, kimonos and jewellery that no one else around me will have. So have my handy jewellery making skills.

Which is great. It means I get to be an individual and not look like a million other people.


The problem I have is, what happens when family start buying, wearing, using the same things you do?

The rest of the world I can deal with, my family I can’t. I call it copycat-ism and it gets really bad when it’s your family.

We all want our own place in our family. We all want to do our own thing unless we’re raised in a family where the family business matters. How many families have we seen where everyone joins the police force, or become doctors?

But that’s other families, not mine.

In mine I am the creative. My clothing personality is creative, my brain is hyper overdrive creative and all of my life I have drawn, written and made things to keep my brain active.

Now I have my books for one half of my brain and jewellery for the other. Everything that comes with those two things also come along for the ride, such as fashion, styling and designing, not just jewellery and clothing, but book covers and social media headers and pictures as well.

I have been making jewellery since I was sixteen and I’m 42 on May 21. I have been writing since primary school in the 80s and I’m still writing now.

In the last year I found out my sister-in-law is doing, or wants to do, the same things as me.

I’ve had enough of my four sisters copying each other the last 30 years, with their hair, their animals, their clothes, their furniture and everything else. And for the last few years sister #2 has been throwing paint on canvases. That’s her creativity. She calls it abstract, I call it paint on a canvas. And I certainly don’t call it art as animals and kids can smear paint on something and call it art. Now I have my sister-in-law copying and it makes me want to scream (see the above picture).

We didn’t seen her and my brother for fourteen years, since 2001, because he threw a tantrum and stormed off because mummy didn’t sign his little piece of paper. We only started seeing them in Feb of 2015 after sister #2 harassed mum into calling him. I found out that she was also making jewellery. Now when we last saw them in 2001 I’d only made a few bits and pieces and only owned a few more. Now I own over 2000 pieces and have my own company and now she’s making copper wire jewellery. Of course she knew about my jewellery business because sister #2 told her as I clearly hadn’t.

Back in December I find out she’d just gotten a computer and wants to write a book. Now, every time I write, I burn inside about her doing that. Why in God’s name can’t I be the only one in this family to do that? Sure, millions of people in the world write a book, and sure, millions of people in the world make jewellery. But the world becomes very, very, very small when it’s your family doing the exact same thing as you and you are no longer the only individual in your family.

I guess I can thank God I’ve got 26 years of jewellery making experience and know stuff she doesn’t. I guess I can thank God I’ve got 10 years of novel writing and experience and know stuff she doesn’t. But now I’m busting my butt trying to get all of these books out of my head as well as look after mum and try and run a household, and all I’ve got in my head is her wanting to write a God damn book.

Just once, just once, I want something for myself in this bloody family of mine. Something to call my own. I’m 10-15 years younger than them and just want something for myself.

I’ve never told my family I write books. Mum knows I wrote one or two, but now I’m up to 22 and have more in my head that needs to be written, and I still have not said anything. Why do I need to? But I knew whoever saw my Facebook style blog page (I’m friends with sister #2), that she would see it and it would possibly get around. She’s known as someone who cannot keep shut her mouth and stay out of other people’s business and then one day last year mum told me sister #1 knew. And I’m like, "why didn’t you tell me", she’s like, "it slipped my mind". I’m like, "I never said anything to any of them how would they know?"

Well, it’s my family, they can’t shut their traps for anything, as I wrote about here.

Just once, just once, I want something for myself, and now I can’t even have that. I have thought of being a know it all (I do love putting people in their place when it comes to them having a lack of knowledge) just to see the looks on their faces as it would give me some sort of weird satisfaction over them. But that would be letting the cat out of the bag, so I'll say nothing for now.

So, do you guys have copycat relatives and how does it make you feel? 

And what do you think about it being Friday the 13th? Superstitious?

Friday, May 6, 2016

God I hate the new domestic violence ad for the Australian government.

This is the latest ad in showing the violence against women, that the Australian government has produced.

Every time I see this ad it enrages me, not just for the pathetic bullshit humans have taught their children, but more for the fact that so many women have not taught their daughters any better.

If a boy hits you or abuses you it's because he likes you!

I was never taught that bullshit  because from grade 1 I had boys chasing me around my school, cornering me and assaulting me. 

It wasn't funny.

I was hit, punched, spat on, dropped onto the ground which fractured my coccyx bone, sworn at, called names and not once did I EVER think or believe it was because he liked me. If it was a man doing all of that it would be assault plain and simple. But because it's a boy it's because he's a boy and he likes you.

All I want to do with this ad is scream at the women to get the fuck up and fight back. Stop sitting on the floor like a pathetic piece of shit and stand up for yourself.

How sad that the human race has been dumbed down. How sad that political correctness and molly-coddling of children has gone too far past the possible point of no return. How sad that women are not to taught to defend themselves. How sad that Boomer parents didn't teach their Gen Y children to defend themselves. How sad that women think that defending yourself is just more violence and not a human right. How sad that women would rather their child stand or lie there and be beaten up because they don't believe in fighting back and defending one self.

How fucking sad that some human beings have become as dumb as shit.

I am over these ads. I know they are made for a reason. I know that men are beaten up as well. But violence is violence no matter what the age. Women beat up men, children and other women. Men beat up women, children and other men. Children are beating up their mothers, fathers, other kids and raping and molesting other human beings.

What the fuck has this world come to when children as young as ten are raping and molesting other children and elderly women? Either the male side of the species is incredibly sick and we need to get rid of them, or we all need to get tough and straighten these little bastards out before they get to adult hood.

Either way, I am over women not standing up for themselves and fighting back. I am over pathetic women who have been taught badly, and don't get their god damn acts together.

It's time to grow up and be an adult and not that pathetic little child who was taught that if a boy treats you badly it's because he likes you. If anything, this is the one thing that has fucked women up mentally over anything else, and it's time for women to sort their shit out and start fighting back.




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