Finally, a project I’m starting that may get no interest at all.
I have loved the work of Rabindranath Tagore for most of my life. I’m trying my hand at reading poetry out loud. There will be more in spite of the fact no one is at all interested.
Some draft ideas for front and back cover. Currently getting some folks to read the first manuscript, then will figure out how to publish. Feedback would be super appreciated but I have learned to not expect it.
Today will be 30 years since my little girl killed herself. She’d be in her mid forties.
Holy flaming shit, what a nightmare.
On the other hand, my oldest son will soon be 39 years old. I could have that wrong; birthday math was never my strong suit. People who were born in the year 2000 will never have trouble remembering how old they are.
Everything is really joy. Go figure.
I’ve taken down all the draft pages of my book/ story.
I’ve completed the first book. My next step will be to get some folks to read through it and look for glaring errors. I plan to self publish soon. I simply have no clue on how to proceed with submitting it to an actual publisher. I will soon disclose how to obtain it once I navigate the process.
The first book in the series is called Maj and the Shadow Makers. I’m actually super pleased with it. There are many changes and additions since I last offered a draft version.
Book 2 will be Maelgwyn’s Journey, Book 3 is Bad Carl and the final book, unless I think of something else, will be Overthrow the Stars.
I have a new song:
(this is actually a very positive song)
Loving is a terrible thing
When I look out on a tree
with its branches slowly waving
I can tell the wind is moving things around
When the trunk is lying down
and the branches are stripped of leaves
I suppose there’s been a hurricane in town
Ch:
Anyone might say I’m beaten
I would have to disagree
I know the game was over at the start
Now it seems you finally
have got me where you wanted me
Go ahead and see
if you can break my heart
I used to fear
what waited in the shadows
lurking in the places without light
Now I know the darkness holds
no hint of greater evil
You are the only one who waits
out in the night
Anyone might say I’m beaten
I would have to disagree
I know the game was over at the start
Now it seems you finally
have got me where you wanted me
Go ahead and see
if you can break my heart
Bridge:
Everyone says love
will pull you through
and that is what
the troubadours
all sing
But everything born
in this world will die
Loving is a terrible thing
I stand at the edge
You’ve got all the exits covered
Now I will submit in every way
I will not flinch
I’ve no will to resist you
I offer my surrender
on this day
Anyone might say I’m beaten
I would have to disagree
I know the game was over at the start
Now it seems you finally
have got me where you wanted me
Go ahead and see
if you can break my heart
Go ahead and see
Go ahead and see
Go ahead and see if you can break my heart
I have another one you may have missed:
Shivariff
Also, Formless
Here is one hardly anyone has seen- 11 views in the past year.
Stories- I’m not going to update either Maelgwyn’s Journey or Bad Carl for a while- until I complete the first book of the Maj/ Liam story. I’ve decided that all the Maj business will be covered in 2 books- one that will be the first in the series and one that will be the last in the series. Each book will be about 200 pages, approximately 20 chapters each, give or take a few.
This will help me not be so overwhelmed by the size of the story. My main goal will be to complete Book 1 by my birthday (3/14). This should be doable.
If you want to know more, let me know either through comments or by email (RickSnook@moon-soup.com).
Some story related pictures I made using StarryAi.
Rafe huddles in a doorway to get out of the rain after his father is killedRafe working as a bell-hop in 1929 Portland, OregonA picture of Mikona from when Liam met her at the village of sacred watersMaj dancing on the beach with her friendsThe People of the River (Dagelma) being force marched to reservationsBowl of moon soupNo past, no future
I went to the 1973 North American Retreat of Ananda Marga Yoga Society. There were several good musicians and some excellent devotional music, though that was not the point.
Anyway, this one has played in my head ever since.
Graphics were made by me using AI apps on my phone. Recorded with Audacity Audio and put together using Power Director 365.