Updates on My Latest Writing Project!

blog post may 29th

ALL WRITTEN AND ARTWORK ARE THE INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY OF PSG LOPES. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED, 2019.

So a lot has been going on in my life and I know that I have not been blogging lately. I have been trying to stay focused on writing my latest project, my second novella, John of Art. At the beginning of May, I had a lot of difficulties regarding issues with my health (the hearing aid debacle), finding a new doctor, and starting my novella and losing fifty-five pages of progress. That was all very devastating to me. But as usual, being used to adversity and being used to being treated horribly by those of little significance to me, I decided to keep going full steam ahead. What started off as a negative at the beginning of the month, has turned into prosperity towards the end of this month.

I am a full believer that life provides a yin and yang experience. For every negative, there’s a positive just around the corner. So instead of dwelling on everything that is going wrong, I am choosing to focus on everything that is going right.

As of today, I can proudly say, after thirty-eight years of struggle, I, PSG Lopes, also known as The Moonlit Goddess, FINALLY has procured my hearing aids! For every villain in the world, there are still heroes out there. A wonderful woman fought very hard for me to get my hearing aids. I am forever in her debt. What she did for me went above and beyond anyone has ever gone for me. She is a virtual stranger but she was so determined after hearing my struggles and what I went through. She worked hard to make sure that I have my hearing aids. I feel blessed. I feel an unfamiliar feeling. I am so used to being hurt, disappointed, abused, mistreated, that when people are actually good to me I am not sure how to feel. It’s quite unique, this feeling.

To have someone who barely knew me work so hard to help me, it is just such a gift. I am so beyond grateful that good people still exist on this planet. A million thanks to those who still possess kindness, compassion, empathy, love, patience, understanding, and mercy. She told me something interesting that I hadn’t thought of. She told me that those girls who gave me grief at my old doctor’s office were so concerned by me because of my beauty and because I am not miserable. They are all young, on the cusp of adulthood, late teens, working straight out of high school. The one who gave me trouble was an obese teenager who was already married and got knocked up during high school. She said she was probably threatened by me. The woman who helped me said that I have this light about me.

I feel that people have always been threatened by me inexplicably. My response to this is simple. I am confident because I know what it’s like to be with nothing. I smile because I have known my share of sorrow. I am fierce because I know what it means to feel weak and powerless. I recognize and understand that these girls have nothing but their small world in that office. They’ve never experienced anything greater than themselves and lack the emotional intelligence to properly understand and comprehend what someone like myself has gone through. My life experiences are a burden to me but they are mine and not easily understood by those without insight. Maybe one day they’ll get it. Maybe one day they’ll know. But not today. And that really isn’t my problem. My problem is making sure that I’m healthy and well taken care of and I should never feel guilty for wanting to better myself. So instead of harboring anger, I want to extend a thank you because without that incident I wouldn’t have pushed harder for myself to be the best possible version of myself that I can create for myself.

As for the fifty-five pages that I lost of my manuscript, I not only got those fifty-five pages back, but I am now one hundred and two pages richer in my manuscript. I am right on schedule for a July/August release of my latest novella, John of Art. I am in the market for an editor and someone to help me cut a song single for my book as well. The lyrics and melody are all set. I just need to record it professionally and get it ready for a co-release with my book in a few weeks. So if anyone knows of anyone who can help, I’d be greatly appreciative. Thanks for all your support and your constant revisiting of my blog.

Thank you all for your continued interest in my crazy world! Love to all and hope you are all happy and healthy!

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In Between Blessings: My Latest Podcast This Week, The Latest Article Featuring My Children’s Book: My Papa and Me: A Children’s Book About Our Journey With Dementia, and More!

blog post friday may 10th 2019

ALL WRITTEN AND ARTWORK ARE THE INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY OF PSG LOPES. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED, 2019. ARTICLE PHOTO COURTESY OF CARMO PEREIRA VIA LUSO-AMERICANO, May 10th, 2019.

Hello, everyone! There is so much to say today! First of all, I have released a new podcast this week with a whole range of topics including the latest article I was featured in from the Portuguese newspaper Luso-Americano written by the AMAZING Carmo Pereira (Thanks once again!). This article discusses my latest publication, my children’s book, My Papa and Me: A Children’s Book About Our Journey With Dementia. Also in this week’s podcast, I discuss all of my misfortunes in 2019, how I am learning to overcome them all and fight back and defend myself, the power of saying no when you’re not comfortable in a situation, and I even tackle the abortion debate that is heating up in our country as of late, plus so much more!

You can listen to my latest podcast here: PSG Lopes/ The Moonlit Goddess Podcast

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Trading Trades: The Near-Extinction of the Trade Market

blog post may 6 2019

ALL WRITTEN AND ARTWORK ARE THE INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY OF PSG LOPES. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED, 2019.

Long before capitalism and the free market, our ancestors relied upon learning a trade or skill in order to barter goods for their livelihood. Farmers, blacksmiths, shoemakers, bakers, fishermen, liveries, etc. all relied heavily on these traders whose skills were also taught to their children as they carried on the tradition for future generations.

Since the explosion of capitalism, globalization, and the free market, big corporations thrive on mass-producing items that used to be hand-tailored by local craftsmen. More and more younger generations are bypassing learning trades and heading toward four-year universities majoring in disciplines that may or may not lead them to prosperous careers later down the road. This falsehood that a four-year college is more reputable than two-year trade schools cheats these young people out of learning a useful skill that can lead to financial independence and self-sufficiency. Yet, we continue to be shackled by the confines of capitalism and keep falling for such traps as pursuing useless degrees—myself included.

Personally, my family would be lost without a “one-stop shop” business like Amazon. We get all of our items for our cat colony and for my dad’s care and of course, all of my work is published through them as well. I, too, am enslaved by capitalism.

I went to a four-year university and never ever used my bachelor’s degree in psychology. This led me through a near twenty-year struggle to find my place in the world, settling for random part-time work and never being granted a steady nine to five job with a 401k or benefits or a pension. I had to figure it all out on my own the hard way. If I could go back in time, I would have gone to school for a trade and become a beautician. I would have my own beauty salon by now and I would be much better off than I am now. I was further brainwashed when I decided to go back to school that MBA’s were the way to go to find work not realizing that you had to have a job in business already for an MBA to be valuable. I realized much too late that the more degrees one carried the least likely you were to get a full-time job. Higher end degrees in useless fields are like garlic to vampires. Businesses don’t like you educated and don’t like to pay you what you’re worth. They want you dumb and they want cheap laborers. I had no one’s guidance through all of this and just went by with what I read and what I was told through second-hand information.

I deeply regret going back to school and now am shackled by debt I will never be able to pay off in my lifetime. If I could offer any advice to those not sure whether a four-year college is suitable for them or not, consider two-year trade schools first. When I was a senior in high school, I really had no guidance on what to do. I didn’t have any real interests and wasn’t fully prepared for life after graduation. I decided a four-year university would be a suitable way to spend another four years deciding what I wanted to do with my life even though I still was no closer to finding a career or knowing what I wanted to do for the rest of my life.

My father was the only career individual in my life and he was an educator for nearly forty years. I kind of got thrown into education through his suggestion and not because it was any sort of passion of mine and essentially because I was trapped post-graduation and not knowing the first thing about finding a job with my useless degree. I didn’t like psychology enough to want to pursue it as a masters degree or Ph.D. back then. I was a dumb kid. I was a dreamer. I honestly thought I would get married and have kids and be a stay at home mom like my mom was. I had no aspirations to be better than I was and went through many heartbreaking years stuck in this horrific rut and I feel like I am in my own personal hell reliving the same mistakes over and over again. As I got older, I realized that marriage and kids were not in the cards for me and I developed a very strong, feminist, “Rosie the Riveter” type personality. I learned that I don’t need a man to survive and have always found some sort of way to keep afloat all of these years.

My advice to those uncertain of which path to choose, consider computers, plumbing, electrical work, carpentry, cosmetology, etc. anything that offers you certification and licensure and allows you to become an apprentice, perfect your skill, and someday become your own boss. Those crafts and trades offer you an opportunity to build something of your own someday, provides you with a trade you could teach others, particularly your own children. It is a golden commodity long lost due to these corporations that shackle us all. We need something that can be passed down from generation to generation; something we can be proud of and passionate about that provides you with lifelong financial security.

When you learn a service or trade that no one else around you knows you become so valuable in this market society and you can name your own prices and establish a brand for yourself which leads you one step closer to complete and total financial freedom. Also, when you choose a two-year school to learn a trade, you most likely won’t face crippling debt post-graduation and since you will have a useful trade you will be able to find work quickly and make money to pay off any debts you may have accrued if any.

My point is not that four-year colleges are bad. I find that they can be poor decisions for those, like myself, that had no real guidance or real understanding as to the devastation the debt I’d have and the lack of financial opportunities I’d have post-graduation. My last piece of advice for those seeking career advice is that if you do choose four-year college, please pick something that you know will give you a guaranteed career when you’re done, offers licensure of some sort from your state for the skill you’re obtaining, and you’ve thought out how you are going to pay back your debts when you are done. Being pushed into a four-year college was the worst mistake of my life and I furthered my mistake by getting a masters and Ph.D. with no real skill set to help me get out of debt. These are mistakes I have to live with for the rest of my life and if I can help someone starting out to not make the same mistakes I did then I would feel that this whole ridiculous mess would have meaning.