The manuscript sits upon my desk. Complete and ready to go, yet I hesitate. I am a little nervous. My characters await their introduction, but the word is, "This story is too real!" Climate change, pandemic, patrolling bodies of monster slayers out to lesson the population of amphibious fiends brought forth into the light from the the warming of the waters. In the middle of it all, Harry, a young, gifted swordsman of 18 trying to do his share as well as maintain some kind of a relationship with an equally gifted girl monster killer, in order to keep some love in his life. The thing he finds that is truly worth living for in the year 2035.
So, The Writer's Rooms held a reading at a bar back on the 14th in Cedar Rapids, Iowa. The Writers of the Depths-An Anthology. A great deal of credit should be given to Erin Casey, Director. Additionally, kudos should be given to Amber McNamara of the Cedar Rapids Public Library for coordinating the event. But! I am not a fan of readings in bars. I have attended many. Some as a supportive friend, some as a reader. Book stores, coffee shops, etc. Readings presented in atmospheres proper for reading--yes. The pub, NO!
Not once have I had an enjoyable literary experience in a pub, other than drinking, and shouting to make myself heard. As a reader, if I have to shout my narrative to be heard, my audience straining to hear my words, the experience is not going to be pleasant for me as the presenter nor the ones who come for the 'Reading Experience'. People come to the bar to drink, chat and watch the television. They come to get drunk, shout, carry-on and make merry. So be it. I'm all for it. Writing is an art. The Spoken Word is an art. The pub is not the place. There are two competing atmospheres.
I take Max Erhman's Desiderata to heart, I so to endeavor to: 'Go placidly amid the noise and haste,and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons...' But I also wish to '.... avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. Vexations to the spirit of presenting art.
The pub is for loud and aggressive persons--and so it should be...
'When Walls Fall Down' is a reference to the wall coming down in Berlin, Germany back in 1989. But it also regards the walls we build personally to separate ourselves from others. This story that was twelve years in the making, requiring me to travel the world in order to create a depiction that was as close to the truth as possible. It is about us knocking down those walls, and people coming together. I will be traveling to Cedar Rapids, Iowa the 7th & 8th of this month to present my first full length novel and offer signed copies with a reading in the afternoon of the 8th. The I.O.W.A. program will be hosted by the Cedar Rapids Public Library.
I am getting excited! Hope to see you there. You may now also find me at AllAuthor.com. Be prepared to be overwhelmed. Slainte!
The U of I Summer Writing Festival is over and now I have to reacclimate to the full day writing life. Being that active takes me away from my novels. I am actually somewhat of an introvert. Signing up and taking classes with other people is actually me pushing myself to interact 'because its good for me'. It is exhausting! Ann Marrow Lindberg said: “The most exhausting thing in life, I have discovered, is being insincere. That is why so much of social life is exhausting; one is wearing a mask. I have shed my mask.”
I too have shed my mask as I return to a more secluded writing day. Don't get me wrong, I'm a Humanist, I love people. I chose the Altruistic path a long time ago. But, there is the negative side to everything. That is how life balances. So, there is always the bullshit. The baggage that people bring with them and insecurity shall saturate the ground where they stand. I a had particular tough week long class back in July and it was just full of that. It brought toxicity to a whole new height. I am too used to freedom. Time to withdraw, lick my wounds and reflect on the positive. Delving back into fiction will help me do that. Slainte.
As of 9:00am this morning, I have published novel #4
'When Walls Fall Down'.
Twelves years in the making, along with tons of travel and research, I bring you an action romance that will take you from the high street of Ballyahmras, Ireland to the back streets of Berlin, at a time when Germany is in the throes of Glasnost and Perestroika. An ever changing scenery as a back drop to two young lovers in a fight for their lives. Find it at Amazon.com, published under the ever jovial and altruistic author, C.F. McDaeid. Slainte!
After almost twelve years of writing, rewriting. taking out, putting in. Traveling abroad for research, getting the feel for the countries where it takes place, interviewing good people (and some bad) I have finally had enough of this piece and in order to send it on its way--I am self publishing: When Walls Fall Down, an Action-Adventure Romance. I will be so glad when its gone. An author knows that when they start to hate the characters they created, its time to say goodbye and let them move out on their own. GOODBYE! (and its I who won't forget to write--a new novel that is!)
The trees are flowering and the Greenman has cometh. The Dark Days have waned and I will put winter out of my mind until I can no longer (Oct.31?). A week off as I tend my yard and garden. It will be difficult, for all I will think about is getting back to my written words and the worlds within. Slainte!
The sun is rising sooner-the day grows longer. Novel #8 is coming together quite nicely and novel #4 is going through its final proofreading before make its way to self-publishing platform. Rejections flow in like cockroaches into an empty apartment for short stories submitted and new ideas for more, pile up in my head-I don't care. I write for myself. if you ever get the chance, watch the film, 'Finding Forrester' with Rob Brown and Sean Connery. Understand Forrester-you understand me. That is all! Slainte!
January to me is the 'Dead Month' The coldest time of year for us here in the Midwest with, no readings, no open mics, no workshops--nothing. But, the best month for reading and tea drinking--together. A robe, a couch a good novel and a hot cup. Of course I will also be writing. Nothing beats writing. Eight novels down and none of them published. Think I'll try to get at least on the market--maybe in a couple days, though. The process kind of interrupts my writing--jumping through publishers hoops isn't writing. It's anguishing. As a child, 'Once Upon A Time...' was something to look forward to, as an old man, it is the same. Except, now I am the story teller--to myself!
So busy writing-no time for blogging. Decided to really push to get one of eight novels published. I suspect another year will pass before that time... Farewell, til then
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