Sure sign of Spring – Robin – Bird (Photo credit: blmiers2)
Hey there everybody I’m tired of winter. In the beginning I always love it, the hope of snow and that beautiful winter wonderland. Falling snow shrouding a silent world. Watching winter birds fly from tree to tree is magical. Zipping down a hill covered in snow, while riding in a bright blue sled, is like heaven.
Unfortunately all we had here in Raleigh was grey, cold, rainy dreariness. So I’m done with it! I’m ready for sunshine, and spring flowers. I’m ready for golden mornings of new birds singing in the trees, blues and reds and greens sprouting, from the earth. Yes this means yard work, and I’ll tell you as someone who made landscaping their profession before finally giving in to the writer’s voice in his head, I don’t look forward to it. Yes there is a wonderful feeling of connecting to the earth, the feeling of dirt under your nails as you pull the weeds and the smell of fresh-cut grass, bring me back to life. I must admit though, that having done this for a taskmaster for so many years it has lost some of its joy, but doing it in my yard for my pride can be invigorating. I know that the winter winds are still blowing in parts of the country, but here in Raleigh it’s going be in the high 60’s this weekend, and I can’t wait for that sun on my skin. For all of you out there laboring under cold grey skies, I wish you spring with god speed!
Now that my spring rant is over I would like to let all know that my self published short story will be available for free through a promotion with kindle this weekend. If you have time and a way to download it (you can download a kindle reader even if you don’t have a kindle) please do. As it is my first short story, please bear with me. All I ask is that you take a look and let me know what you think. Any comments are welcome, Feedback helps us all grow. So if you have 20 mins. (It’s a pretty short story.) Download it, read it over and let me know what you think, so I can take these suggestions and try to improve. The title is The Frenks, it is set in the near future, in an America infested by child sized, rat faced monsters and they are insatiable. Unfortunately we’re on the menu.
The free download is available this weekend starting Saturday and running through Sunday. Thank you and I hope spring reaches you all soon!
I was going through some older poetry the other day, looking for some gems. I went through notebook after notebook, and aside from ones I’d already picked for this blog or my book of poems I’m putting together. I didn’t like any of them. Then came the fear.The fear I’m no good at this thing called writing. I had fear I was below adequate at this, my dream. I began to wonder how long I could pull off this sham. I eventually put the books away in disgust, found something else to occupy my time and got my mind off the junk I had just read. The day passed and I screwed up my courage to delve back into the tomes of crap I’d written. To my surprise they had suddenly, overnight become better. I was proud to read them and know I had written them. They had gone from crap to gold(or maybe copper) overnight. Had the literary fairy come and sprinkled some creative dust on them or had she slipped something in my morning coffee. Either way they were better! I jest, but I think I’ll always have that. The fear that I suck. I read a passage in one of those notebooks from around 8 yrs. ago, and one line stuck out, There was a list of things I love, writing, learning, loving and at the end of the list there was a wish. “I wish I could write better.” It was staring back at me as though I had just written it this morning. There it was, the fear that my words were not good enough. Here I was though reading the same stuff and finding it to be pretty darn good. I think I’m always nervous, that these words that come from my soul will never be good enough, but then there are the days when you have that supreme confidence and you remember the feeling you had when you wrote that poem or sentence, and you were proud of it, and you knew it was good. Like anything in life, confidence ebbs and flows I think sometimes when it’s ebbing you need to just step away for a while. Maybe while you sleep the literary fairy will come and make your words shine again!
Now that I have published my first work, the short story “The Frenks”, there is a whole new world opening up. That’s the world of marketing. I feel like I’m back in school studying how to draw interest and reach the right people. It can be overwhelming, but there is a joy in working for something you created. It’s your name on that story and people may not like it . That’s part of the deal. With self publishing It’s all up to you. To describe your work and reach that audience, can be stressful, but I think when I see that my story is selling, I’ll know it was all worth it.
I have been away from here for a while, I know. It’s not that I had nothing to say, I think that’s an impossibility. I’ve been putting the finishing touches on my first short story. Working on a book and writing poetry. The moment is here though the day of the dream my story is published and for sale. It’s a wonderful thing to see your story there with your name as author, and a price on your work. It’s called The Frenks and I hope you give it a try and I hope you enjoy it.