Golden Friday… everything that really matters to your heart, your soul, your spirit, comes towards you at a price you can afford. Everything you want to see more of in your life, everything that’s good for the planet and normally gets buried under everything that’s best for the wallets of people who have enough already.
Golden Friday. Your needs are met, your heart is soothed, your spine supported. You can move your limbs, as if by miracle. Just think of a movement and it happens. Just think of relaxing those muscles and it happens. Just think, just blink…
Golden Friday. You can visit your friends and family. You get to get close to the ones you love. You get to hug them. There’s no risk in being close, no rules are being broken, no virus is entering a new host.
Golden Friday. With just one click you can buy patience. Two clicks for wisdom, three for justice.
This is a screenshot of how I can read my book – Amazon doesn’t make that as intuitive as I’d like. On my laptop, I need to go to the page where I bought the book. Then look for the price button. Then notice that it says Read with our free app beneath it.
I’ve heard on the iPhone it works differently, and people that are new to Amazon are having trouble finding it. Please let me know if you’ve found the solution – or if you need help. I can also send you a high quality PDF of the book if you prefer that over the Kindle app.
Today is the last day of our book being free. I’m not sure at what time exactly Amazon will turn it off. Here are the links. Enjoy!
After all the #ThursdayDoors you’ve seen me write about my book in the making, it’s finally here! And you can buy it for free until Saturday (I don’t know when on Saturday it stops in different time zones).
I have a poem in the making with about saving cauddles, but the sun shines and I’m close to the woods. The poem will have to wait. I hope you’ll get my book. Here’s a picture to entice you, and the link to different stores to make it easy 🙂 Thurday’s doors are at the bottom of this post.
Finally! Monday November 2nd, at 20h Dutch time (convert to your time here) we will PARTY! You’re invited 🙂 We’re going to celebrate with you that our book is going live on Amazon! And we want to show how beautiful it is You’ll get to see all the photographs in the coffee table book version. Angela will read some of the poems (requests are welcome), you can ask questions… There’s 40 minutes of time to be together and go ‘wow’
Let me know if you want to be sent be the login details for the party. It will not be recorded. It will probably be on Zoom, but I’m checking different options as well.
A special message for my Introverted friends: feel free to leave your camera off or anything else that makes you feel comfortable in what we hope will be a gathering of more than just my mum and me. Everyone is welcome to participate in a form that’s relaxing for them! We just want to share our joy.
My poem for the last day of #OctPoWriMo is an ode to our host, Morgan Dragonwillow, author of Wild Women Waking. She manages to keep up octpowrimo.com and the daily prompts even when her times are tough. I’ve build this poem from her words. 31 days of prompts are represented.
On a less important side note: this poem is missing line breaks again, I had to much going on this month to be willing to invest in learning the WordPress block editor – or find the well-hidden classic editor that seems to still be around if you persist.
I’ve persisted with writing poems instead. 31 in 31 days. A crazy endeavour. Each year. I never regret it.
Art by Morgan Dragonwillow. Please check her Patreon page if you’d like to support her work and what she gives to others.
Penultimate day of #OctPoWriMo. The prompt was “I am” – and to write about yourself. I cheated and wrote about you as well 🙂
I received such a heartwarming, beautifuk review today of the book I made with my mother (launch on Amazon next Monday, I plan to make it free for the first couple of days. Grab your if you can, dear friends). I’ll quote a bit here, and add a link in case you’d like to read the full review:
A little birdie told me that the hardcover edition is mindblowing, and I don’t doubt it for a minute! Having ‘only’ seen the laptop copy, I am already won over by the magic of the pictures, which of course, considering the close link between the authors, match the poems perfectly. Often, as I came upon a new page, I was struck by the beauty that jumped out at me, left without breath. The brilliance of the composition, the choice of colours, the emotions conveyed by Greetje’s pictures is impressive. Read more
Minimalist poetry from me today 🙂 The prompt at octpowrimo.com was railroad track. I totally agree with Morgan that trains are fascinating and train songs fabulous. So I’m adding a lovely can of earworms to this post.
This poem started with the line “Wrapped in an envelope of steel”. I may save that line until it does connect with a poem that wants to get written 🙂
I did use the prompt on octpowrimo.com, but for a different piece of writing. It said: write for ten minutes about choices or a journey. It made me think about how my mother and me worked together on our book when my foot was broken. And what it was like to combine my poems with her photography, and create something new from that.
Today I hope to decide when the e-book will go live on Amazon. There already is a de- luxe coffee table version.
I’m not sure how to sell the coffee table book. I’ve just put in on Amazon, because that’s where people find their books. But the price is a lot higher than it was on Blurb (where no one searches for books I think). Maybe the best thing you can do is contact us. The current Amazon price brings in less than a dollar in profit, we don’t expect to get rich from it. But it’s incredibly beautiful (fantastic paper and print quality, big size, hard cover), and we want to make it available for people who can afford it. And, of course, for ourselves and my sister, our editor.
Ouch, I’ve just seen what Amazon adds as shipping costs. Maybe I’ll go back to make it available through Blurb instead of Amazon 😦
Don’t you wish there was a poem somewhere, laying on the ground, waiting to be picked up, or maybe for you to slide on it like it was a banana peel? Don’t you wish there was a poem somewhere, ready to knock on your door and go, knock, knock, who’s there? Don’t you wish there was a somewhere, waiting for you, longing for your love?