This summer has been filled with outdoor concerts. I once heard that Mozart’s favorite instrument was the sad and desperate viola. I have to say mine is the lovely delicate harp. That’s because not even the conductor is certain of how it works. The harp is a mystery yet where would Tchaikovsky’s Waltz of the Flowers be without it?
I woke up this morning thinking about daydreams and the part they’ve played in my life. As a child I was in a constant reverie with elaborate fantasies within my mind that played out like a movie.
Good News, Dust Unto Shadow is gaining momentum!
When I write something, I’m experiencing and reliving my own losses. In Dust Unto Shadow by the end of writing I felt like I’d survived a terrible death.
While champagne was being toasted, and the fireworks were being admired I sat at home. The 2017 celebrations came and went, and I was left to face a New Year with a new list of resolutions.
One of those resolutions was that I was going to self-publish. Better to have a book out there at my financial expense where I can be compensated for my costs and even make money than to leave a manuscript to sit idle in my hard drive. So I drove myself hard to accomplish my task. Why did I do this?
A book signing may sound glamorous, but mine went like this: I woke up in the middle of the night and stayed awake for three hours, I hoped that the person who was to pick up refreshments would be on time, but he wasn’t, I hoped that those who said they would attend would do so,