More upcoming Kindle e-book Promotions: Free downloads

Starting Saturday August 9 through August 13, 2014 two of my poetry and artists chapbooks will be absolutely FREE to download. The first one is my first ever publication which was released in Jan 2013. It is called “Sex and the kitchen sink: poetry and art.” by Emily Sturgill, (2013) Here is a link:

http://www.amazon.com/Sex-kitchen-sink-poetry-art-ebook/dp/B00AY8B0ES/ref=la_B00B1GC5LY_1_16?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1407431169&sr=1-16

The other Freebie, is my second E-book of poetry and artwork,it is part of a two part series called “The ravings and Rantings series.” The book is called,”On the Brink letters to the Madness+poems & pictures (Rantings & Ravings Book 1).” Here is a link:

http://www.amazon.com/letters-Madness-pictures-Rantings-Ravings-ebook/dp/B00B13BO96/ref=sr_1_7?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1407431339&sr=1-7

Both books combine poetry and original artwork by me.If you take advantage of any of my free downloads-would you please consider submitting a short review? It only takes a few moments of your time, and it would be so helpful to me as both an artist and a poet! You can also review any e-book you download for FREE on Amazon.com-they allow and even encourage you to do that. The feedback is also very helpful to encourage new readers to download and perhaps even buy? some of my poetry and artists chapbooks. You may submit reviews by going back to the links above after you have downloaded any of my e-books. You may also submit reviews on my Author page at Amazon.com: It is http://www.amazon.com/author/emilysturgill. Thank you for reading this! I hope if you download any of my work that you do enjoy it. Thank you!!

By the way my other book, “Art!Art!Art! Before words.” by Emily Sturgill is still FREE until August 10th. Here is a link:

http://www.amazon.com/Art-Before-Words-words-Book-ebook/dp/B00J1QNLYQ/ref=sr_1_11?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1407432121&sr=1-11

That one is primarily an Artist Chapbook. Thanks for taking the time to read this! Have a great and groovy day!

a sinking feeling

a sinking feeling by Emily Sturgill 6/24/14

a sinking feeling
as the ship goes down,
and your leaving for work
as you kiss me goodbye

all I see on your face
is anger and hurt.

a sinking feeling
as the ship goes down,
your disappointed in me
once more again

somehow, some way I
have let you down again.
and there is no time
for words or apologies.

a sinking feeling,
as the ship goes down,
I can see with one look
your angry with me

a sinking feeling
as the ship goes down,
I do not even have or own
the magical words

of saying I’m sorry,
because you do not share
whatever wrong I’ve done.
this day is off to a rocky start.

a sinking feeling
as the ship goes down,
with one angry look
you cracked my heart.

split it halfways
like two sides
of a cracked raw
egg yolk.

a sinking feeling,
as the ship goes down,
as I sit here in a precursor to all my tears,
I know you’d throw me overboard in a second

hoping that this time
I would splash, sink, sputter
and finally
drown.

as the ship goes down.

All in a name

My name is She who,
walks with animals

and talks like a hyena laughing-
non stop fast paced flutter.

My other name is Girl Trapped beneath mirror.
She seems backwards and semi-self-conscious
this shadow like a plus size diva.

My secret name is spoken best in
murmurs and whispers
as I make it up as I go along,

flying by the seat of my pants.

My last name is merely Poet.
A common and often forgotten word,
once it carried so much weight
but now its barely to be heard…
Poet,Poet,Poet

She who walks with animals, and Girl Trapped beneath mirror
are both one and the same, then there lies a secret name always changing and evolving never to remind the same
my last name is common enough, Poet. There that is everything about me you will ever need to know,
oh that plus the small imperfect fact that sometimes , some days, I am nearly insane.

Kindle FREE promo days: going on RIGHT NOW!

http://www.amazon.com/Once-was-Rain-Emily-Sturgill-ebook/dp/B00CFPWVUA/ref=la_B00B1GC5LY_1_5?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1392390642&sr=1-5

possible coverart1 copy “Once I was the Rain.” is currently on FREE kindle promotional download now until 2/16/14. Get your free copy by clicking on the link above.

Also my 4th Edition and re-release on my personal memoirs,”Memoirs recalled madness: a personal account of living with manic depressive illness is also currently on FREE KINDLE download also until 2/16/14.

new coverart memoirs recalled Madness noTo get your FREE copy go to this link here: http://www.amazon.com/Memoirs-Recalled-Madness-personal-depressive-ebook/dp/B00C145EOU/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1392391027&sr=1-1

 

Simplicity part 2-dedicated to my friend Erin D.

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Simplicity

2 parts bitter-sweet vinegar

2 parts harmony

one dash of Hope

one sprinkling of Faith,

one Tablespoon full of miracles.

1/2 stick of helplessness melted but not burnt brown.

1/4 cup memories

16 oz of pure, unstrained Love

1 graham pie crust of sorrows

1 can of heavy-whipping cream

2 tbs allspice, 2 tbs cloves, 4 tbs fresh honesty

one classic ceasar salad of velvet covered sadness

one case of dark irish beer…

blend with one bag of Catholic Guilt,

add two whole egg-yolks

add 7 hail-marys and one quart of confessions.

Blend with a twist of hard scotch whiskey, empathy as a orange peel, a cherry

with-out its stem, some liquid courage, one King James version of

The Holy Bible.

Some false idols/some fake friends/those who will swear by you/

yet they disappear in the end?

I trust nobody who says to me, that they will “pray for me,”

I wish i were not a bitch like that, but i totally am-such a bitch.

I am not going to offend them by declining their pray offers-

but i am not going to depend on them for this junk.

I usually merely responded with Thank you-or thank you very much-whatever.

Prayers are both sweet and nice-

if they are done right.

But true friends do more than have private jesus jams/

talks on your behalf.

True friends know when you are sad, And sense when you need to have a small

phone-call chat. true friends listen and practice the,

Fine Art of Allowance-

meaning they allow you to be sad.

They do not try to cram you into a shoebox

with too much duct tape,

and scrawl the word “Happy”

onto your head-in order to make themselves feel better.

Real friends want you to feel better,

but when you get around to it.

Real friends allow you,

to simply FEEL.

They allow you to be-

They allow you to grieve and to suffer.

They realize there is no universal time clock on

one feeling verses another.

I wrote this out for a friend of mine.

Her mane is Erin-we kinda grew up together.

Anyways, her mother just recently passed away due to Cancer,

this past march on st.patricks day.

Erin and her twin Bridget are both my friends.

I did not realize how huge their family is until very recently,

Anyways yesterday, Erin was having a bad day,

and she shared with her fb friends she really missed her mother.

I was completely floored with all the useless facebook comment messages

she was getting. There were just so fake to me.

So i commented myself-and i was not trying to impress facebook-or Erin or anybody else.

I just wished to say something that could comfort Erin and be

totally completely “real” and “honest” with her.

I was just being me, I was just being emily.

She wrote me later, in a private facebook message, Thank you so much , you knew just how I was feeling and how much my messages helped her.

That really made my evening last night.

It is a good feeling to be a good friend to somebody you forever care for,

cherish and sisterly love.

True friendships among women are not always,

easy to find or to maintain.

But once I’ve formed a friendship bond-

with another female- I keep those friends

out and treasure them immensely.

It really takes a whole pile of damages for me,

to no longer consider a woman my friend.

Once a friend, always a friend, at least that is where

my loyalties take me. So many beautiful feminine friends:

Each is like a precious gem or a secret treasure to me.

I LOVE my friends-all of them.

even the cob-webbed covered ancient ones,

those are kind of crunchy

but i just love them all the more-for it!!!!

The best for last.

I always seem

to wax poetic and day-dream

all the best of my musings

unto my blog.

It’s frustrating

, because I wanted to:

save the best for last.

I want to take all the good ramblings and rantings,

and wrap them up into

a velvet handkerchief

saving them up for a stew.

Saving the gravy of random crazy-

poetry to drip into my newest chapbook.

It seems like I cannot quite help myself,

I start typing and all my poem-thoughts

get out. They escape running crazy like chickens

who have their heads all cut off,

and the bodies cannot seem to grasp it at all.

So they run and dance upon my little blog.

Like poetry misfits, just waiting until

somebody catches a glance

in their stubborn direction.

My poems try to fly away,

and they flew the coop.

Geez, what a mess!!

I am trying very hard,

to save the best for last.

 

Poetry Junkie

Hi my name is Emily with a ‘Y’,

and I am a Poetry Addict.

I cannot stop writing them,

and really it’s becoming no fun.

I’m addicted to the words,

especially the verbs-

-the crunchy kind.

I’m shifty and slightly,

untrustworthy;

especially around word games,

like scrabble.

I’m sure to cheat, throw in a personal-pronoun,

I’m in way too deep.

And there are words, literally

everywhere.

I look and I cannot,

get away fast enough!

I am a poetry addict,

one or two poems, a day-

is never enough.

Some I would suppose-

would doubt my sincerity.

Some I would suppose-

would doubt my sanity.

Some I would suppose would just

assume its harmless fun.

But I become ruthless and ravenous,

when I’m around words,

I cannot help myself.

Her ugly limited view of god

IMAG0907 (1)My sister and i

were on the telephone,

when i mentioned my husband and self-

maybe seeking an annulment

in order to get a portion of my social security

benefits restored.

She was furious with me.

She gave me a huge angry lecture,

citing the importance of Love,

and the sanctity of marriage.

It come out of nowhere,

this fright train of outrage.

She stream-rolled me, with

I would not end my marriage-

over such a small amount of money Emily.

this she said with words made of bees

not of honey….her quick judgement of me.

This extra amount of money would be

in fact quite insignificant to my sister.

Yet compared to us and all of our struggles;

Her and her husband live on the high horse-

She herself has never even acquired a

4 year bachelors degree-yet she has made it-

achieving much, in the world of hospital administration.

She was lucky to achieve so much with so little education-

just the sweat of her brow and making it up the

food chain by sheer hard work and lots of luck.

Myself, I hold a high school diploma, a bachelors degree in Fine Arts,

and a Masters Degree in Education: Art Ed and Art Therpy-

I also hold an unraveling mind

trapped beneath the glass,

of mental illness.

I too, have worked very hard for everything that life has given me.

The difference of course, is i roughly earn

only 6,000$ per year from ssdi.

She I am sure earns well over 50,000$

plus her spouse also works-he is a republican,

a private businessman.

My spouse works too, yet barely above

the minimum wage. He cuts meat for a living,

a honest job-yet does not count as high paying.

I do not consider us to be “greedy”people.

I also do not consider us to be”godless”.

he is an atheist and I am Wiccan.

She was attacking me,

verbally on the grounds of the sanctity of marriage & her ugly limited,

view of her God-not mine-not understanding-

I no longer follow her bible-

the law she swallows,

things we were taught as small children.

These beliefs instilled in her outrage,

that i could consider ending a loving marriage

just to earn a increase in monthly benefits…

She has not walked a mile in my shoes.

She does not understand how difficult it can be-

to subside on only $6,000 for an entire year.

Yes, I am married.

Yes, I do love my husband.

But is it wrong for me to want better for us?

When i have been looking for even a part-time job,

for over 18 months….

had countless interviews,

but no callbacks…

is it wrong for me to end a formality,

a paper contract between he and i,

that would increase my SSDI benefits,

by over double the amount they are now?

Is it fair to my husband,

that he pay for everything

and I do not pay my share?

She advised me to simply quit smoking.

This is a brilliant idea-

I often encounter by non-smokers.

As if it were simply that easy to stop?

Besides even if I did quit that would only free up 350-400$ per month.

Nothing like, the over $800 in benefits, i lost

by marrying my heart, true love, the man of my dreams.

At the time, I did not think losing,

all that money would be so hard.

At the time, just over 2 years ago,

I thought i would earn a nice income-

from a masters degree in art therapy.

but i did not.

and now, my older sister berates me,

on the importance of the sanctity of marriage,

and the strength of marriage vows.

Please do not beat me up with guilt,

over your limited and narrow definition of God.

That is not my God nor my Goddess.

We believe in separate things entirely.

Your ugly, limited view of God and all that

that must contain.

Beating me up with the Religion of my childhood,

Trying to prevent me from committing an unknown sin.

Your God is not my God.

My God does not sit upon a shelf,

trapped between ivory pages

of a little yet well known book-

that is used in many purposes to do more harm than good.

Negative Review

Well I just started this blog back in Nov 2012. I first began self-publishing poetry and artist chapbooks in Jan 2013. Since then I have written nine more books-for a total of ten. Eight of my book are poetry and Artist chapbooks. One is a personal memoir, on battling mental illness most of my life and my latest book focuses mostly on just my artwork-only a small sample.

For more info on my books you can visit : http://sexinthekitchensink.wix.com/books-by-emily or visit my Authors page at Amazon.com.

That link is http://www.amazon.com/author/emilysturgill

Up until this point, I have only had 3 different readers write reviews of my books and all were blessed for me, very very positive.

Today however I got my first negative review. It was on my memoirs which are still currently free to download if this has any interest to you. It can be directly downloaded here: http://www.amazon.com/Memoirs-Recalled-Madness-ebook/dp/B00C145EOU/ref=la_B00B1GC5LY_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1369016341&sr=1-3

This is day 3 of my 5 day promo. The negative review was very harsh, even though as an Artist, and a person with a B.F.A-I have a semi-thick skin-all those artist critiques….ahhh…gotta be professional and maintain distance to your work. I also recently, about a year ago received a Masters of Education Degree, with a Major in Art ed and a concentration in Art Therapy. Grad school is no-cake-walk. Writing a Masters Level thesis is not easy. So I think I write pretty decent or why else would i be bothering to write at all??

To write this blog, to write 10 books in 4 months…Her review cited many grammar errors, and she claimed she could not read past the first ten pages due to said errors, and obviously I need a professional editor…she called my memoirs a “train-wreck.”

I do not know the motives of this person, but I am currently permanently disabled due to a serious mental illness and sustain myself on a mere 525$ per month. I have no money for a professional editor. I would rather be judged on the content of my story then punctuation-if my writing was a “train-wreck.” then they would have never allowed me to graduate from a University’s Master’s Program. I have had 151 free downloads in 3 days-how horrid could my writing possibly be?

I do encourage reader reviews very much, even if they are bad because that motivates me to improve my writing skills and techniques.

But I am feeling so defensive, upset and broken-hearted I cannot see straight, I’m sure by tomorrow I will re-evaluate, that nobody including myself is perfect and besides that is merely one person’s point of view. 4 reviews-3 were great but one was devastating.

I am hoping that maybe some of you downloaded it and will read it and decided to write a different sort of review. Perhaps my story will touch your heart or touch you someplace deep inside, where you could relate?

But to negate, an entire 83 page book, based on some comma errors, or misplaced hyphens in the first ten pages seems ridiculous to me. I’m embarrassed, shamed and very angry too. She bought the paperback version-apparently. So she spent $15.99 +shipping and handling + taxes-and she cannot bear to read past the first ten pages-not because my story sucks-but because you do not like where I placed my commas?? Really? If I buy a book, then I’m gonna read it-eventually no matter what-and I do not write reviews of things I downloaded or purchased from Amazon if I did not even read the whole thing…WTH?

Maybe I’m just uber-bipolar-crazy-sensitive  but this is the review she gave me -what do you guys think-is this a helpful review??

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2.0 out of 5 stars Atrocious Grammar! May 19, 2013
By Ashley
Format:Paperback
This story itself seems okay–considering the fact that I didn’t finish the book–but after reading the first ten pages and finding dozens of grammatical, punctuational, and even typographical errors, I simply cannot continue to read this English language train wreck. It is painfully clear that nobody edited this book. I don’t consider myself to be an expert in the field of grammar and punctuation, but when I cannot concentrate on a plot due to the multitude of errors, then there is a problem. Em dashes, semicolons, and commas are all incorrectly used, just to name a few glaring examples. Please consider this my appeal to the author to have corrections made, then re-release your book.