Yes, I can tell who did which bits :yesyes:
Well done you two!
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Yes, I can tell who did which bits :yesyes:
Well done you two!
Aww thank you Carnation :hugs: I'll let Darksky give you her own hug when she gets here.
Thank you very much Mrs.C. I enjoyed getting involved. It was nice to channel my raging imagination into something solid. Ive not been involved in poetry before. Literature yes, but not poetry. Thank you Fishman for the collaboration.
Oh wow that is amazing you two, well done, and Fishman I just read the first two pages of this thread, wow, wow, and triple wow so good, have you gotten any published or thought about publishing?
Sorry guys I forgot to respond here. Yes it was fun wasn't it Darksky.
Pkstracy, I self published a book which can be found here https://www.feedaread.com/books/The-...786972521.aspx
It sold about 7 or 8 copies. With self publishing you have to do your own marketing, and even then the website and printers take the lion's share of any money made on a sale. I suppose I could buy about 500 copies and stand outside our local co-op. 'Hear Ye, Hear Ye'. 'Book of poetry for sale'. But how many people would take a risk on some bloke they'd never heard of? And poetry? Unless I wore a dress and wig saying I was Katie Price, in which case it would sell by the ton.
Yes but I doubt Katie Price penned a single word of anything she ever ‘wrote’. Maybe you could don a ginger wig, moan about your brother and the cruel establishment and try your luck with that one?
Apparently JK Rowling couldn't get a publisher when she first started out :winks:
I've worked in the book industry and its not easy or cheap to publish your writings. It's all basically been done before.
If you've got a gimmick, off-the-wall situation or have some sort of disability that has challenged you then you stand more chance these days. Unfortunately talent on its own isn't enough. Its more appealing from a marketing point of view to promote the person as opposed to the talent of one's work.
So put yourself out there as the guy who kicks anxiety into oblivion and puts his feelings into words.
' The Builder who turned to the Pen'.
I do apologise Carnation for completely missing this lovely post. That tells you how long its been since I viewed this thread. Yes its getting a foot on that ladder, some only become known posthumously. Edgar Allen Poe springs to mind, he died penniless on a park bench.
OK yesterday I knocked together a poem for Darksky, in light of her recent loss...
For Lost Mothers
A daughter that hope had forsook,
she kneels beside the tumbling brook,
and weeps anew for the mother taken,
all comfort it feels for her forsaken.
And yet upon an oaken leaf,
and through the tears of her grief,
she lays her mother's soul to rest,
and with a final kiss was blessed.
And carried on the brook's unending flow,
spinning in eddies, she will endless go,
no sadness now, nor fear for she,
far far, into the arms of the sea.
April 2024
Oh fishman, that made me cry, so it must be good.
I'm sure Darksky will be very touched by those words as I was.