Those are the initials of the title settled on for my novel. I’m not revealing the whole thing yet because a neurotic part of me doesn’ t want to jynx it to interfere with its gestation.

And I like playing games.

It was only a fortnight ago that I actually finished the novel, but it’s not over yet as a 3rd of the book will need a fair amount of a revision, and then I’ll need to read over it all and do minor corrections – which at my pace of productivity may take another year – making the whole project grow in the womb for 3-4 years! Ouch.
The only thing I’ll say, as I may have said before, is I’m surprised but thrilled that I managed to carry a project for this long. Usually I get very bored (not that there hasn’t been moments) and abandon something, but here I haven’t.

My D book should also be finished by August and certainly be ready by the end of the year as that’s been going really smoothly since January 1.
Getting the interest of agents and publishers though has continued to be a battle, but I never thought it would be easy, and I’m not ready to wave a white flag yet. But in the event that it’s impossible to sell (but I’m not considering this following option for my novel which deserves nothing but mainstream attention if I can get it, due to how much brain and finger power I’ve given it) I may sell it via self-publishing print-on-demand service Lulu. This would be reneging on my promise to make what I write for free upon (possible) failure, but I feel it’s allowable as it would allow me to produce a tangible book that you can buy and share from hand to hand without abusing your printer.
I’d also be able to give a portion of profits to The Vitamin D Council, who need the money – but I’m not sure if they would be comfortable with support from a book that supports HIV/AIDS rethinking in tandem.

Selling fiction on Lulu would probably be very hard and is a sign that you probably are not worthy as anyone can publish on Lulu, but for my D book I know that I have an audience and the controversial aspects of it make Lulu not something to ignore.
I would however need to be damn good at marketing it myself (which is not infeasible) and making it attractive by getting an artist, and also ensuring that despite being on an unfiltered platform, that my facts are all right and presented professionally.

For the time being I will probably continue to keep parroting on about these two projects, but then I think they will be my most interesting contributions ever when done.

…Oh yeah, I’m also recording some more music – albeit still slowly – so I may have an album’s worth to share altogether on my/our PureVolume page soon enough.


Musicless Lyrics

In the last half an hour I’ve been looking through folders on my computer containing lyrics to songs that mostly never had music put to them. I could be less awkward and call them poems, but they were designed to be components of songs.
In virtually all the (few) bands I’ve been in, the work flow is usually based around words first or appearing concurrently with riffs to dictate arrangements. This was probably because I used to be prolific and people I worked with came then came accustomed to not working without some form of lyrics from me early on in songwriting.
I don’t consider myself a great lyricist as I find it much easier to express myself in more words than few, but I’m better than people I’ve been with. I often immediately dislike most lyrics I create but they do (or did) help to  serve plucking certain thoughts out of my head, on to paper where they then evaporate. Or get sung.

When I was looking through the folders I was thinking of creating a free e-book of these mostly musicless lyrics and putting them up here, if anyone might be interested. But on reading dozens of them, I found them awful (and you know that has to be true as I don’t even excise great quality control on this blog at times – there’s a level of awful that I just can’t share).
I used to write lots of lyrics but as time passed I found there wasn’t as much I could say or only repeat things I’d expressed before. I wrote reams between 97-99, slowed down in the subsequent decade and have now ground to a halt; I have to be pushed to bother. I’m also not inspired by the lyricism around me of now, and the lyricism of older respected bands seems hard to attain or are products of their period.
I still like words though, in fact when I was much younger I was one of those kids who’d be happy with an A4 sheet of paper in class, plus a pencil and just write for the sake of it. And lots of it. I seem to have come back full circle now as I’ve written tens of thousands of words in the last 3-4yrs for 2 projects. My poetic phase was probably when I was just lazy to write too much.

As is sometimes the case here, I end this post with no clue of the point to make. But, maybe one day when I’m in love with short form verse again I’ll make a compilation of stuff and toss it in this digital well.
The work I’m doing with my band (duo) has very much ground down slowly. Though I will always like music I’m considering in perhaps a year or two to not bother with music making (apart from spontaneously, when in the mood) as I don’t seem to be that inspired or care about it now – but I still like hearing my favourite acts, and some new ones.

I’ll keep on emptying my head here though – whatever I do.