No sales, no recognition.
Have not been blogging lately, I lost a child. It's tough when you outlive your children.
Enough of the depressing stuff although I have to report that I still have no job after more than one year. The recession is biting and I am the verge of losing my home. My home, my inspiration. My relationship with the woman I love is suffering too.
On a brighter note, I got my manuscript professionally critiqued. I am working to extend it and making a few suggested changes. On the whole I was encouraged by the very comprehensive report I received.
Must go now, got cards to deliver.
Tuesday, 15 December 2009
Monday, 3 August 2009
Despair
Not a single sale since last November. Poetry launched; I expect that to fail also. Have contacted mainstream agents. The first rejected my work and I suspect never even read it. There is one response outstanding. I hope for a better result, but on past performances that cannot be relied on. I still have no work and my finances are heading for dangerous times. This has put an unbearable strain on my relationship with my partner. Everything is failing around me. I do not know how to get up from this; perhaps I'll just stay here.
Tuesday, 16 June 2009
Video Link Changed
Here is the new link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t7sHn7FyD1Y
This one has not got the obvious spelling mistake.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t7sHn7FyD1Y
This one has not got the obvious spelling mistake.
Wednesday, 10 June 2009
Something for the recession
Walking back across the green following delivery of my three girls to school, a short poem came to me. This is the way it usually happens for me. From out of nowhere, along comes a phrase that forms the backbone of my poem. Here it is.
Phoenix
Douse flaming fires that lick and scorch my soul
Come waves of fortune crash upon my shore
Leave only ashes let me rise again
And like the Phoenix stronger I will soar
So come you waves and turn a twist of fate
Leave nothing here, relieve me of my pain
Crash down upon the torment wrenching me
So I can love and laugh, reborn again
Phoenix
Douse flaming fires that lick and scorch my soul
Come waves of fortune crash upon my shore
Leave only ashes let me rise again
And like the Phoenix stronger I will soar
So come you waves and turn a twist of fate
Leave nothing here, relieve me of my pain
Crash down upon the torment wrenching me
So I can love and laugh, reborn again
Tuesday, 12 May 2009
Look at this!
Hey, look at this. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1dxgBhaaGSQ
This is my book on youtube. Will it get any hits? Let us wait and see.
This is my book on youtube. Will it get any hits? Let us wait and see.
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Thursday, 7 May 2009
Review
Got the review in Solent Life yesterday. I was much encouraged by it. I now need to see if this results in sales. If it does then maybe I'll have the exercise repeated in another region. Solent Life has several and I only advertised in the central edition.
Still got no job.
Still got no job.
Thursday, 23 April 2009
Long Time
It's been a long time since I visited my Blog. I'm losing heart Can't get a job and certain persons are not happy with me and I do not know why. Still thats life and I have no choice but to keep going.
I've sent back comments on the galley proof for The View Through My Spectacles. Many problems hoghlighted.
I have made slow progress on the re-write of The Green Wall. I have the Writers and Artists Yearbook and will select a potential agent from there. That will be a long time in the future.
I am expecting a review soon which will be published in a local magazine. I hope it is good. YA Readers have not come up with a revew yet. I don't expect anything soon.
Still, here is a taster of my poetry:
The Beast
From out of nowhere something stirred
It grew in size, the sound I heard
An awful scream, which rose from floor
I’d never seen what here I saw
It’s twists and turns and cries out loud
Were seen and heard from here to cloud
It rose right up and then it spun
I felt the urge, the urge to run
But then it thrashed its thousand tails
And then it wailed a thousand wails
And when all that was well and done
It cried out sorry, sorry mum
And then I saw within its eye
A tear, the beast began to cry
It shook and wailed, its face it hid
To tame the beast I made a bid
My head was in a spin, but clear
It reached to me, I pulled it near
I knelt beside it on the ground
Within the beast my child I’d found
I've sent back comments on the galley proof for The View Through My Spectacles. Many problems hoghlighted.
I have made slow progress on the re-write of The Green Wall. I have the Writers and Artists Yearbook and will select a potential agent from there. That will be a long time in the future.
I am expecting a review soon which will be published in a local magazine. I hope it is good. YA Readers have not come up with a revew yet. I don't expect anything soon.
Still, here is a taster of my poetry:
The Beast
From out of nowhere something stirred
It grew in size, the sound I heard
An awful scream, which rose from floor
I’d never seen what here I saw
It’s twists and turns and cries out loud
Were seen and heard from here to cloud
It rose right up and then it spun
I felt the urge, the urge to run
But then it thrashed its thousand tails
And then it wailed a thousand wails
And when all that was well and done
It cried out sorry, sorry mum
And then I saw within its eye
A tear, the beast began to cry
It shook and wailed, its face it hid
To tame the beast I made a bid
My head was in a spin, but clear
It reached to me, I pulled it near
I knelt beside it on the ground
Within the beast my child I’d found
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