In the Serengeti of my mind
I behold its sea of straw
Gently wav’ring in the breeze
That warm and gentle gift of wind
I taste the air and know with ease
That near to me you I shall find
And so my place I leave behind
And to my search I thus depart
I, the King of mighty paw
Surely do I move to you
The lioness within my heart
I find you and I am at peace
As gently I caress your fur
What was my roar is now a purr
The wise respect that gentle voice
Now with you I find release
Of the burdens that a king must bear
Although in this I have no choice
And so I cherish your embrace
Your feel, your scent both ease my mind
As sings your voice and loving eyes
Lioness Rampant, as you start to rear
Yet I am fill’d with love, not fear
And with this love, I hold you near
By then the world is left behind
In the Serengeti of my mind
I couldn’t resist. Forgive me, OpinionatedMan
Having been given the rare honour of being a guest poster on Opinionated Man’s blog, I thought that I would reblog my guest post there.
There is a saying that we should not judge a book by its cover. As I’ve learned in my journey to self-publish my first book (non-fiction), this saying apparently does not apply to books, paradoxically. Witness this TED talk. Or this article from the delightful Midwest Book Review site.
Barring some minor disaster, I’ll be submitting the approved edited manuscript for my forthcoming book to my self publisher FriesenPress early next week. My “all inclusive” package includes the premium cover design.
Here’s the question: what are your thoughts on what my cover design or art might look like?
The book’s title is The Mirror, Book One: Welcome to the Evil Sisterhood. There is a strong narcissism theme throughout it, and hence the title. Mirroring is an accepted behavioural trait of narcissists. It’s like the evil queen’s magic mirror in Snow White: the mirror has to show and tell the narcissistic evil queen what she wants to be true about herself, as otherwise she’ll fly into a rage and get quite ugly.
At the risk of sounding dramatic, there is a degree of horror in the story as well, not surprisingly.
Narcissists need to see reflected in their environment, especially in the words, beliefs, and attitudes of others, something they want to be ‘true’ about themselves. Beauty, power, wealth, victim, hero, or other.
If you were the one who had to try and convey your vision for this book’s cover to your cover designer, what would you say? What is going to really grab someone”s attention and reflect (pun intended) the nature of the book?
I stand on this sleek ship, my life
A lonely man, no crew but me
Yet who, oh who, have I to blame?
These empty sails filled with salt air
Cruel Mistress Wave instead of wife
No First Mate to share my strife
Such firm rudder, that takes me where?
My old brass sextant has gone lame
The compass points all look the same
As I cut across this morbid sea
My holds, of meaning, are so empty
Oh be! Oh be! My siren fair
Haunt my soul with such sweet song
Entice me to your watery lair
Do not this pointless course prolong
Lest I of pointless course despair
For my heart’s watery death, your beauty does conspire
My course so unwise does your orchestral song inspire
Thus bring me to where I do so belong
Wrecked upon the rocks of my desire
As I descend the abyss for final rest too long
Let my last vision be of you, as I and ship expire