“if you’re going through hell, keep going.”
“If you’re going through Hell, keep going.” – Winston Churchill
Things have been fairly infrequent around G [&] D as of late, and for that I apologize. It isn’t that there isn’t anything going on, it’s just overwhelming. We are still preparing the launch of Modern.Orphan.Designs. [M.O.D.], going through customer reviews of The Rough Chronicles of Bipolar Romance and working on my next TWO books. Couple that with a serious bout of writer’s block and depression it’s making my job a bit more difficult than usual. But, again, as Mr. Churchill once said: “Never, never, never give up.”
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Sir Winston Churchill
I’ve been working like mad on everything but G [&] D it seems and I know the site is suffering. I’m hoping by the new year content will be more frequent and this cursed dry spell will have been irrigated. My writing has taken another hit as well, in that I haven’t promoted the last FOUR installments of my Billy series [which needs a new title, for it might appear in a book one day...] and for that I also apologize. I know these apologies go over about as well as a pederast in the deep south, but I’m trying. Don’t fret, however, you can find the missing parts below:
Part V – The Introduction of Rose
Part VI – Nathaniel’s Exit
Part VII – The Last Mention of Nathaniel
Part VIII – Jetsetting and Jealousy
And in case you missed even more than that: Part IV and Parts I – III
Rehearsing before my poetry reading last month.
My reading last month, according to those that were there, was a not-so-disappointing 8 out of 10 stars. I didn’t pr0ject enough, which I’ve always had issues with, and I read too fast, which again, I’ve had issues with since I started doing public readings in college. The poems seemed to go over well even if I had a shaky start, and by the end people were at least paying attention and I received a thunderous round of applause upon cessation. It’s about as much as a poet can ask for short of roses at their feet and perfumed water with which to decorate the crowd after bathing them in your immortal words.
In closing, I’d like to leave you with a song. It’s the Smashing Pumpkins’ brand new track “Song for a Son” from their upcoming album “Teargarden by Kaleidyscope” which will be released one song at a time until all 44 tracks (!!!) have been fulfilled. It is available here, for free, for you. It’s all I’ve been listening to as of late [check my last.fm] and the ONLY tour song I’ve ever asked Billy to record in the studio.
“This is a song for a sailor, the best I ever had, he sailed without a map.”
Put your maps away Orphans. Follow your heart instead.
Tags: 7am ramblings, A Song For a Son, apologies apologies, billy corgan, I am one of many more to come, I wish I could type with less mistakes, I'm sorry I've been so erratic Orphans, poet fantasies, public readings, the smashing pumpkins, trcobr, winston churchill was an optimistic bastard
December 8th, 2009 at 8:09 pm
Yeah I always shake and stumble over every single word I try to say whenever I speak in front of crowds. I really wish it could stop :/
Eh, 2009 is pretty much over so give yourself a break. You can start off 2010 with a fresh bang.
I should be working on my own set of “stuff that shoulda been done a long time ago”, but I’m feeling unmotivated and disappointed. And all I wanna do is sleep
December 12th, 2009 at 12:43 pm
The Ghost of Christmas Present: There is never enough time to do or say all the things that we would wish. The thing is to try to do as much as you can in the time that you have. Remember Scrooge, time is short, and suddenly, you’re not here any more.
At least you are busy with things that will amount to something, which is far more than most of can say.
My favorite book on helping your speaking voice is The Art of Voice Over-it has a number of exercises that have helped me, but then, I have never done a poetry reading.
Good luck with the many projects.