Sunglass Secrets

English: teenage boy with sunglasses

English: teenage boy with sunglasses (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

You are eyeless
Threatening
Sunglass secrets

You are modern
Fashionable
Suffering from ennui

Could be alien
Completely black view
Smouldering asides

I know you’re hiding
Sunglass secrets
Deep inside

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Two Minds

 

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So, to be honest, I’m kind of in two minds at the moment.

Some may argue I’m rarely in my own mind, or right mind, but that’s another story, LOL…..

It’s almost a year since I started this blog (about a month off that anniversary). When I started it was to find an outlet for poetry and musing but also as a promotional tool for the publishing of three novels I’d written years ago and only recently dusted off and modernised. The first two of these – The Seed and Curiosity – are now published. So New Year’s Resolution almost achieved I guess…but…

But…the indie writing world is hard. I don’t need to tell you that – most of you are pursuing this and know this already. I’m in awe of the talent, perseverance and generosity of the WordPress world and the indie writer ‘family’. And I love all the people I’ve met here – great new friends made who I hope will be friends for life. And I don’t regret publishing my novels – I’m very proud of them and it’s just wild to have them published as paperbacks I can hold in my hands.

But…there is the third novel from the time I originally wrote…… I’ve had it professionally edited, like the others. It’s ready to go if I want to start the publishing road again. But…I don’t know…I’m in two minds about it…

OR maybe more than two minds.

First, it would be nice to see it also published. Even if it only gains a small readership that’s probably better than it gathering dust, so to speak, as it has done for years. So that would be good.

But second, the experience of publishing has been one of great highs and lows. It’s very expensive to do it the way I have, and I don’t have time or even the talent/technique to do it differently. And I’m still waiting on the email campaign for the video promotion of The Seed after six months, so I’ve kind of lost heart of it even working when it does occur.

And third, my editor thinks I should try traditional publishing. She thinks I’d have a good chance with that – but who knows? Perhaps that is the better thing to try – or try first anyway – for the third novel. I just…don’t…know…

So I may end up doing nothing at all with it, particularly given how busy my day job is now and will be for the foreseeable future.

The third novel – Denial – is perhaps (in my opinion) the most emotionally resonant book I’ve ever written. It’s more like The Seed than Curiosity, but it is lighter and more dialogue driven than the heavy introspection of my first novel.

It is about love, loss, self-identity and self worth, family histories and ultimately redemption. I ‘feel’ it much more than the other work, so one side of me says for that reason alone I should pursue publishing it. The other side kind of wants to protect it a bit, and maybe that exposes the real underbelly of the indie publishing experience as I’ve experienced it. As it has felt to me, which may be very different to how it feels to others…..but something like being a bit exposed and vulnerable and very easy to hurt….

So, I don’t know. As I said, I’m in at least two minds. I could try pitching it to publishers first and only think of the indie route if that fails (and let’s face it, it’s hardly easy to get traditionally published!!!!). But my editor is a professional in her field so I value and respect her opinion so if she thinks it might work perhaps I should take her advice.

Have other indie authors felt this ambivalence at about this stage of things? Do you vacillate about indie or traditional publishing, or about publishing at all?  I’ve been debating this issue in my head for weeks now since the editing was finished and I…still…don’t…know……

Any thoughts would be welcome. It may help me make up my mind (or minds!!! 🙂 )

Cheers

Helen V

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Dream Tone

Sleeping

Sleeping (Photo credit: Moyan_Brenn)

Soft reverberation
In the midst of the night
A melody without progression
Wafting from the inner ear
It’s a dream tone
Sounding silently
But perceptibly
Against your skin
It’s a warning
And a siren call
It’s a blessing and a sin
Softer susseration
Like a butterfly within
The dream tone of this nightscape
Is a message to begin

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Genie

Genie

Genie (Photo credit: KLuwak)

He’s quite a trickster genie
And his wishes hold a sting
So be careful with desires
Beware whiplashs they bring

You can have a sleek trim body
With your insides taken out
Or your touch can give you riches
But then food and wine’s a drought

If celebrity’s your yearning
To be favoured on the screen
You’ll become a flickering visual
With nothing left where you have been

You just wanting to be desired
Brings a stalker to your life
Or you crave a bit of drama
Meet a killer with his knife

So be careful of your wording
Give every wish a caveat
Or you’ll just be a poor mouse
For this playful, deadly cat

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Pan

Pan, Mikhail Vrubel 1900.

Pan, Mikhail Vrubel 1900. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Wild forest whispers
Ancient secrets
Rising on the summer wind
The moon’s riding high tonight
Bathed in blood-red light
He calls us to places where
Our very souls begin

Spirit of desire sublime
Dark green forestry
Coiling tendrils round each heart
The stars are blinking out their lights
But we feel no fear or fright
He calls us to the places where
Our very souls may start

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Sad Lullaby

Lullaby by William-Adolphe Bouguereau

Lullaby by William-Adolphe Bouguereau (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sad and soulful lullaby
Mournful in its minor key
Rising to a hopeful pitch
Falling like a winter’s breeze
Something aching in the sound
Like forgotten memories
Pretty is the tune that plays
Lilting softly by degrees

Sad and soulful lullaby
From another time and place
Something that the angels sing
Redolent of long-lost grace
Of the moments it brought joy
Not the merest, slightest trace
Still its beauty is profound
Something that we can’t replace

Sad and soulful lullaby
All the beauty we have known
Taking us beyond our hearts
Where the wilder flowers have grown
Hummed first on a summer’s night
Something here that we were shown
Speaks to us of all we love
All the world we’ll ever own

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Curiosity by Helen Valentina

I had to reblog this very generous and thoughtful review from the wonderful Ionia!! 🙂 🙂

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CuriosityCuriosity by Helen Valentina

Peter Graham believes the world ended some time ago and nobody noticed. He is a young man driven by one essential quality-curiosity. But when he couples that with his feeling that nothing matters anymore, he does something reckless that catapults him into the media eye as an unlikely modern hero. Peter goes through the dance of media and political opportunity to further exploits, which he uncovers through his overwhelming curiosity. All the while, he writes in his private journal, determined to prove the world has ended; his outside adventures have done nothing to dissuade him from the truth of his view. Meanwhile, his family and friends struggle to keep up with his recklessness, understand him, and keep him safe from his own inherent, happy nihilism. Curiosity is the darkly comedic tale of a somewhat benign sociopath who, while dancing through a celebrity-worshipping age, takes risks and…

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Suspended

shadows

shadows (Photo credit: mojoey)

Darker shadows suspended
Above particles of falling light
A raven wing fluttering
Amidst the sea of curtains
Wafted in the breeze
I thought my heart would freeze
To see you on the stair
Just standing there in thought
Long before twilight

One part ghoul you simmer
A moment before the boil
And of your intent the faintest glimmer
I should not presume
Long afternoons idly drifting to
A moment of dread and stark revenge
You’re bleeding out the innocence
As though this might appease
A deathly god you hold so close

The shadowy curtain falls
A guillotine upon a fine, slim neck
Remembering other times
I’ve waited far too long for this
Your twisted, deadly lover’s kiss
And all we were
What’s gone before
Just debris on the dirty floor

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Chain

Wedding rings

Wedding rings (Photo credit: SParadisPhoto)

These rings and bracelets chain me here
upon the mast, this bleakest year
I travel far cross endless seas
A servant praying on my knees

The finery I wear upon
my skin is where the debt’s begun
And I rely on social grace
to hide the misery on my face

A social contract and a vow
have weaved this web around me now
It seems as woman I belong
to choices that will lead me wrong

So be not cruel, I hope you’re kind
As you caress my brittle spine
These trinkets that you hold so dear
are just the chains that bind me here

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Epitaph

Mierlo War Cemetery, Mierlo, The Netherlands -...

Mierlo War Cemetery, Mierlo, The Netherlands – Commonwealth War Graves Commission Entrance. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I weep not for my fallen friends
I know I’ll join them once again
When life has lost me to the veil
We’ll gather, walking on the trail

I’ll raise a glass to see them true
As all our friendships we’ll renew
This war is but a blemish on
The shining faces of these sons

In other lifetimes we’ll be free
Inheritance of liberty
For these great goods my friends here fell
And their true honour I will tell

When I am old I’ll slip this world
To greater love my soul unfurled
I weep not for my fallen friends
I know I’ll join them once again

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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