Circus in Me, S.M. Bjarnson

Super excited!!!! Here is a sneak peek of my new upcoming novel! The Circus in Me, due out January 2014, finishing touches, in the works!

Have a happy Thanksgiving or you're own holiday celebration!!

-S.M. Bjarnson

Happy Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving!!!! To you

I'll tell you the Truth

I'll tell you the truth if you whisper the secret I've been longing to hear. Devouring the knowledge of cutting it dear. I wanted this moment I considered a notion the type of person that runs from fire but not from flame, I loved you today as you walked my way as you ran your fingers across my path. In the heat of a second the world had changed and I was alone in the snow one day. Do you recall the temptation of us all? Will it end how evidently the world suppose to end? In brimstone and destruction, leaving notes of creation.

Tell me I was wrong about the whole thing and suddenly just suddenly they remove the ties of time and the heroes from their story lines how dare we manage or manipulate the wrong and right from our lives! Bad. Did we honestly need more to crave and opposite of good or great or wonderful. Bad, a three letter word leading us no where but down. Bad spelled backwards is called dab. Dab away the insecurities that bad has left on us and we leave the image of it on the word.

Are you Afraid?

"Are you afraid to change or is it in your DNA to stay the same? Is it the wind that takes you places or leads you far and astray? May the teachings of the prophets lead you where in your heart and mind you truly want to be, for if not you will end up diseased and forgotten by the sea."


-S.M. Bjarnson

The Outside of Ever Awaits You...

As I sit around this old office building, wondering if I will ever get out of this small town. In my youth it was all I had ever dreamed about, it is all I ever dream about now. Freedom. Independence. It’s all I have ever needed to feel alive, all I ever wanted in my life and love. But, that’s a different story; love.

I wake up in the morning of the bright light, wondering what I am still doing here. It is not nightmares that stray me from my sleep. It is thought of no escape that drifts me away from the rest and peace. I sigh at the clock and turn to my pillow, what more can a heart take when it is stuck in this rut; a dirty rut with no passage ways of exit. Plans I have and plans I keep, I look forward to the future, because after all it is all we have to look forward too. Wouldn’t you agree? Sometimes at late at night I do not wish to sleep or slumber, I wish to close my eyes and dream of the possibilities. Snow falls outside my weary window, the wind breaks my train of thoughts, the outside of ever awaits my sleepy toes, my journey to begin. Times have changed and bones are breaking, the Winter’s are colder and my nights get longer. The imagination of my dreams no longer lingers on the borderline of my dozing conscious, nay I say; they are but free and vividly alive. They jump on my walls and hop on the fence; I smile at their childish games. I spend time wondering what they want, why they have come out of hiding to amuse me and mingle with the narcotic temperature. I let my thoughts take me and let they rush back to me, I am asleep once again, no room for breathing. Trees crackle at my doorstep, as natural animals take their course. They plead with me, oh darling they say. Wake up today and come out and play. If only for just one minute, if only for just one hour, I may take the course and follow their foot prints, and then maybe I will learn once again how to sprint, freely.

-S.M. Bjarnson

Indie & Debut Author Interviews: S.M. Bjarnson, author of Tangled Tears

Indie & Debut Author Interviews: S.M. Bjarnson, author of Tangled Tears: Author Bio: I began my writing journey at a very young age. Creating the foundations of Tangled Tears in my youth. There began to gro...

Change The Things! :)

I'd like to say things change things, but in whole honesty, we do! Time is created by human beings. In space, the milky way universe all our lives are timeless. We have no birthdays. No need for retirement countdowns or fundamentals of whereabouts or arriving on schedule.
Did you notice when you closed you eyes that space and time went on without your approval? Without the very distinctive vision of how you planned your days?
I'll remind you now, we are all in this together. We are the visions. We are the protocol human resources of life and leisure. Remind yourself you are human! In a case I would love you to refer is that you are made of the earth.

You are also made of the galaxy and stars. Think about it!

Broaden your thoughts and determine your output, you ultimately are in control to finish the project or goal!

In the end you will be the only one standing in that curious cranium, believe that you make it possible.

Believe in your ways!

-S.M. Bjarnson

SO!! EXCITED!! :) WANT A SNEAK PEEK A BOO????

Here I have in my hands the final copy(hopefully) of the cover of the new notorious novel THE CIRCUS IN ME!!!!!!!!! Want to see it I bet you do!!!

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-S.M. Bjarnson

When Famous Paintings Do What They Really Please

When Famous Paintings Do What They Really Please

Yuna - Rescue

Author Interview: The Indie & Debut Author Interview & Antagonize Me Team

Just so everybody knows! Keep your eyes pealed and your phalanges handy as every! :)

The Indie and Debut website has agreed to feature me on this upcoming Monday, Nov 18th, 2013!

This is a great and wonderful website featuring all the outstanding authors trying to make it out in this fantasy world! Hear the heroes mock the victims, and lastly heal the readers soul with a little douse of commontion. Let literature be your Hero!!! :)

Always looking to the sweeter side of life. :)

Yours Truly,

S.M. Bjarnson

Caro Emerald :)

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Make a wish!! :)

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Make that wish!! :) come true

Caroline Pennell: Wake Me Up

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Astronaut's Music Video!!

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How will it go?? :) Let the story be told!!!

Here is a preview of a maybe ending for my upcoming novel of The Sacrificing Mother!! :)
I will be releasing my cover shortly! And, away we go!

                It started soon after it had ended. The weary part of the dream I had once been living in, shortly became the lie I was breathing. I removed myself from the knowledge of other beings. Their accusations only leading me to definite defeat and while my own accusations leading me toward something or other of estrangement. Either will or way, my responsibility as that person who once did or did not do this or that was quite burdening upon my shoulders.

                It was different back then when chances were given to you to burn and not bury, so in many cases I did just that, burned them in every direction. The course never came through tears or trembling words of cohesion. There I stood upon the same playing field, level ground with opponents not necessarily against me, but never might I add ever for me.

                I resented the title and whence the rhythmic truth became spoken, it indulged in being sought out as just that; the truth. Not my truth or your truth, or somebody’s good guess as what that truth maybe be, it is merely a fictional certainty of the truth. Nothing happened as you would assume it would. Girl meets boy, boy likes girl, and girl isn’t too crazy about boy. One mistake leads to another and 40 weeks later a baby girl is then born and given away to people I am told to be called reorganized fundamentalist. Of course I feel bad, a child grew inside me and for some time I doubted my ability to grow one. She came out perfect. She came out screaming with life; that’s how I knew she would be okay. These fundamentalist, I am telling you may not have her best interest at mind. They surely are giving her a chance to make up for the things I couldn’t give her.

Besides I belonged to the state in most cases. I couldn’t let her belong to someone like me. She looked like me. Mostly of him, he didn’t know. In the people’s truth, I guess now he knew all too well.

Clouds In My Coffee

Clouds In My Coffee

Hello, my world2!

Remember back in the day when time was longer, when days were better or happier? We were children back then in paradise. I live again and again each day dreaming of a world we can all call awakening tones too. The time  is now isn't it, that we grow, that we develop from creatures of the wild to heroes of tomorrow? Tell me if I'm running wrong, are we all cast out of the image, because of our beauty?
Move your throne across the shore to the deeper edge of the ridge and to the closer portion of where inhabitants create bonds with the solidarity of man.
Remember, I'll tell you we're whispering with thieves, drinking wine with the deceased. Commenting on whether or not should we grieve. Marks upon the skin of man, we are all changing through time wishing well to those that hear the words filtering out through our nostrils in rag!

Be Hero!

Turning tables over for the last pieces of dignity we decided to give up; sticking them underneath the regretful past of permission.  The passion dwindling and again we're dead by the sea wondering when the next tidal wave will take us away, from disaster.

Be Independent.

You were all vulnerable under his control under the mold in his skin! You wanted it to be more than ever more.

What was it again you needed from him? Compassion, love, a life worth living?

Be Inspiring.

Live the way you have always wanted too. You are the only one that can say yes! :)

-S.M.

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Kelly Rae Roberts: Practicing Courage

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(A passage from The Terma Collective)

I came across this passage several years ago and it changed my life. What still pulled on my soul was the quiet and then not-so-quiet call to become an artist. One tiny step after the next, and I found myself in the center of my life's dream. Remarkable.

And now, all of these years later, in the quiet pauses between the noises of work and business and mothering and living a deliciously full life, I'm hearing a new call to push up against a new edge of this creative life. To tell my story and express my work in the world in new ways.

It might not look like much, but renting this projector felt like the scariest thing I've done in years. Because it meant that I had committed. To using it. To teach. To not just believing my story mattered but telling it. In front of people.

I was nervous, but I did it. And the lesson of doing the things we didn't think we could do circled back around to my heart and taught me all of it's valuable, heart centering lessons all over again. The ones about making small moves while trusting that all the bigger metaphysical moves will shift with us. The ones about stepping into our courage because it allows us to witness our lives from a different angle. The ones about embracing our vulnerabilities and trusting the process of answering the urges, even when we've got gremlins galore.

I'm reminded of a quote that also changed my life not so long ago:

"....the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one's favour all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamt would have come his way." - WH Murray

I can't say for sure, but I'm thinking that the small but big move of renting the projector and then actually using it during a small, sweet conference this past weekend, was the beginning of something new. It's been a long time since I felt a sense of absolute relief (and a smidge of pride) that comes after we've pushed ourselves. I'm just so glad I did it. Big thanks to all the lovely and amazing ladies that came and held that space for me as we learned from each other. Super grateful.
When was the last time you pushed up against an edge in your own life? What did you learn? How did it feel?