Sunday, June 25, 2017

Friday, June 2, 2017

Thursday, June 1, 2017

The Horror's of Self Promotion

I have spent a huge portion of the past two days working on my writing career but I have barely added any text to my new book. Instead, I have been attempting to build my brand because, after all, it doesn't matter how well I write my books if no one knows that they exist! This is a promising, frustrating, and humbling endeavor. As a writer you tend to spend a lot of time in your own head. This is your safe space. Marketing yourself is exactly the opposite. You must leave your safe space and throw yourself out there for all the world, or as many people as your efforts will muster, to see. It's like being naked on a train, I mean, I think so. I've never actually been naked on a train but you get my drift.

Here's hoping that I can find some success with the marketing endeavor because my time is limited and I have a book to finish!

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

If an instrument could have desires it would want to be played.

A love affair ends when a craftsman puts the finishing touches on a fine instrument. The artist is pleased with his work and like a parent facing an empty nest sends it off to the world with grand hopes that it will bring joy and find love from another. In this case a musician who will connect with the instrument in a harmonious dance that takes shape in the form of a melody.

As much as a musician hopes to find the perfect instrument, the instrument would be desperate for the right musician. It would feel vulnerable in the hands of the person who controls the message that they will send out to the world but without him the instrument would never find its voice. Silence must be death for an instrument. If it could I believe it would go to any length to make music. Changing the world for those who hear it would be its only desire.

                                                                  - Jimmy Redbush
Excerpt from "Zach's Guitar"