Falling

God help me
as I fall, fall down
deeper down
Are you there
in the ether
with a soothing hand?
Are the shadows
merely chimeras
I do not understand
But yet I do
And yet I do
And I’m just falling, falling down

So many things
of which I cannot speak
I’m called to heroism
but my soul is weak
It’s bland and dull
its edges worn off by years
of compromise
and unshed tears
And yet you call
in a voice I cannot hear
I’m falling down
falling down this year

My heart is small
and black , it’s turned
in upon itself
And stilled communion
simple choices
masquerade as health
Inside I scream
where no-one hears
I’m but a raving fool
I’m flaming heat
turned on the pyre
But I’ll play it cool
I’m falling down
I’m twisting down this spool

Oh god or guardian
why desert me now?
I’m so alone
within my confusion
and my shame
I do not know
if I should take this blame
I only know
that I am one with flame
I’m falling down
Was this your perfect game?
I’m falling down
I’m falling down again

This creeping dark
spills over all the crevices
within my soul
like water over rocks
There is no shelter
from the tumult
I create
within myself
And yet its only
my answering song
to the carnage
that surrounds me
And my face a poker
No smile, no frown
Within I’m falling
falling down

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Debt

I owed a debt to my dear friend
For faithful loyalty to the end
I say this once, once more again
I owe a debt to my dear friend

My friend in turn will owe to me
Accord that’s drawn from loyalty
In this concur, in this agree
This faith in turn is owed to me

I owe a debt to my dear love
To all the gentler feelings prove
As though by angels up above
This oath I swear to my true love

My love returns my feelings true
As only lovers faithful do
And hark it seems the heavens knew
My love returns my feelings true

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Silk

vintage Silk Chiffon Scarf in Cotton Candy Pink

vintage Silk Chiffon Scarf in Cotton Candy Pink (Photo credit: Huzzah Vintage)

The caress was like silk
Soft whispers along the arm
Barely a touch
A ghost’s kiss
Ephemeral delight

Moments later
The imprint still shivered
But like an afterthought
Or waking from a dream
And in that second
Desperate memory queried
Did that touch occur?

Silk moths weave a dream
Colourless and light
Disturbed by heavy touch
Brittle beauty
Just like that brief interlude
Wafting softly
On my skin

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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How Do You Solve a Problem Like a Genre?

Question book

Question book (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

How do you solve a problem like a genre
How catch a novel’s essence, state it true?
How do you find the words to tag the genre
A comedy, a dark romance, what’s new?

Many a thing you’d like to tell the reader
So they don’t think your category’s absurd
But how do you here portray
The theme that you’ve tried to say
How are you sure your essence here is heard?

Oh how do you solve a problem like a genre
How do you pitch a novel with one word?

(sung to the tune of the chorus of The Nun’s Song, Sound of Music).

So this issue has been vexing me of late. Vexation can be good, it can inspire a bit of frivolous fun like the lyrical satire above. But humor often masks a deeper issue, a darker truth.

I’m just at that point of my novel publishing journey where genre and proper marketing and whether I’ve done it right so far – with The Seed – or will do it properly or better with Curiosity – is the question of the day.

As I blogged on recently, I’ve made the mountain a more difficult climb for myself in choosing to publish a second novel in a completely different category to my first. Curiosity is light in tone and writing style, it is satire, it is sarcastic, it is not ‘deep’ in any real sense – it is a bit of fun, albeit darkish toned fun.  So it may read, in some ways, like it was written by a completely different author – it wasn’t of course, the work is all mine, I probably have multiple writer personalities, LOL!!  My editor says she really loved the diversity of my writing styles (having edited both books for me), which is a wonderful compliment, but it also means I have to work with that as a marketing challenge.   🙂

But even the first is proving elusive in some marketing aspects. The truth of The Seed is it is dark, ambiguous, heavy, introspective – it has lengthy passages of internal reverie, it has a very character rather than action driven plot. And just putting it in the only category that seemed close – romance – is probably misleading to many possible purchasers.  There is a romance in there, it is about love, but it is not light and it is not essentially happy, nor even necessarily redemptive.

So far from reviews and feedback some readers love the dark, detailed introspection and others were surprised by it. All very valid reactions and very helpful and I’m grateful for all, but they illustrate the modern marketing dilemma – particularly for the indie writer. Without a publishing firm’s marketing machine behind you, and with the plethora of books in the ebook market etc – how can you try to ensure buyers really know what they are buying?

I’m not obsessed with having a best seller – of course I wouldn’t mind if my novels sold well (I’d love it in fact!), but what I really want is that they sell to those who are likely to like them. Then if they don’t like my writing style that’s fine, that happens, I don’t like every book in genres I typically do like either – but at least I would feel they responded to style rather than to a surprise at the type of book itself.

With The Seed at the moment I’m feeling I need to blog more about what makes it different to a popular, mainstream romance novel. I will be launching an author website soon to blog about my novels more specifically (which I’ll link to this blog for anyone interested in reading both), so I will use that platform, but whatever you do in this regard you are hostage to what people read and when. Plus I also don’t want to over-write about it either – surely there’s a balance where too much book promotion is just…too much?

Have others faced this issue, and if so, how have you dealt with it? As ever, any ideas will be gratefully received.

I suspect in some ways my second novel may be easier, presuming it is possible to categorise Curiosity as black/dark comedy so that the satire essence is understood. But who knows, it may be similarly vague in that genre category, so we shall see….

Cheers

Helen V

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Blackest Rose

English: The black rose is for those who don't...

English: The black rose is for those who don’t can pass through a Wikibreak Svenska: Den svarta rosen är för dom som inte lyckats hålla löftet om att ha en vit vecka. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This forsaken shore
This brittle morn
Where lives were lost
And vows forsworn
We count the cost
Before the dawn
Before the dawn

Such flags were raised
Such plans begun
A birth betrayed
Forgotten son
And all our oaths
Are here undone
Are here undone

The blood we spilled
Like wine consumed
As dirges sung
In darkened rooms
The blackest rose
Awoke and bloomed
Awoke and bloomed

We’ll sing of war
In days to come
Of battles waged
These webs we spun
We hardly cared
What we’d begun
What we’d begun

This deathless place
Where all men fall
Responding loyal
To the call
Is but the ending
Of us all
The ending of us all

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Gravity

Flight

Flight (Photo credit: PRAVINECHESTER)

A sweet reverie
Lays its music over me
Guides me to infinity
To infinity

A sublime song
Which my heart may sing along
Helps the weary, heals the strong
Heals the strong

Such beauteous prose
Adorns the listener as fine clothes
And grants such wishes we’d suppose
We’d suppose

A sweet reverie
Perfect in simplicity
Frees the yoke of gravity
The yoke of gravity

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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For Ionia, Part 2 – In honour of her victory over cancer

Under parched earth
the seed of health and hope
slumbered, waiting
the moment to arise
The sky above so bleak
seemed bent on sadness
yet held within
its sweet surprise
That rain will fall eventually
and open joyful eyes

The deepest battles
are within the heart and skin
Our bodies reflecting
chaos of time
The wars we fight
a testament it seems
to our defiant rhyme
But to this field our heroine will come
bring joy sublime

Fly as a god blessed bird
free of these aching bonds
free of the hunger from
deep defeated pain
Spread joy and health
with just a simple smile
as you return to us again
And as the victor from such ravaged days
sing your sweet refrain
Because now, in so many ways
we need your sweet refrain

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Silence

Darkened room

Darkened room (Photo credit: Bruce Stokes)

A silence fills this house
The clock grows still
And on the window sill
This fractured night
No songbird will alight

Not even breath will stir
Mouths are silent
Yet deeply violent
Messages they convey
Before the break of day

All the words are spent
No more said now
No speech is allowed
Lest breaks the firmament
As all our dreams are spent

A shadow claims these halls
We pass unknown
Unplug the telephone
The fear, so strong, intense
Entraps in silence

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Thrice

Pity me, he said
Look and see I’ve bled
My forsaken youth
Is my final proof
I am innocent
Of all dark intent
Pity me, he said
Look, see how I’ve bled

Forgive me he cried
Though I’ve thrice denied
My fears are my chains
All that now remains
I would hold you still
In our graves, until
You forgive, he cried
Though I’ve thrice denied

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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I have smote thine enemy

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Fireworks 123   For four long years the woman battled the demon. The demon known only as “C” violated her body, dimmed her future and messed with her mind.

She fought this demon with the strength of her army. When she was too weak to fight, too tired to resist the demon’s advances or too negative to be positive she relied on them to battle it for her. Were she the soppy type, she might be wiping her eyes on her chain mail at the moment. *Hold on I have something in my eye…

Okay, all better.

 

So back to the story. The woman fought this vile beast year after year. The demon would weaken, but refuse to relent. Just when she thought it may tire and leave her be, it would come back again, stronger than ever, somewhere else.

Gathering all the love she had been storing, she forged a…

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