I want to write about something more lighthearted. I get in this roll of getting all philosophical and I am out of philosophical stuff right now. It’s gone.
I wrote a poetry book in 2021. I wrote, published, edited, and designed the entire book. Pretty cool. Kinda. But what I sold was what I put into it. Some serious entrepreneur shit. The downside is, I had to put it out there and only sold it through a website I created but since deleted. I was spending a lot more money than making it, which is OK if you have the funds to give. It is called Pain, Power, Pleasure. Once I sold about 70 copies, I lost the effort in posting it down everyones throats until they bought it. That wasn’t my scene, nor my style of doing things. So now, I have about 100 copies left, collecting dust. No platform to sell it on at the moment. I don’t want to say I would change anything about how I went about it all because it was pretty cool to say I did this entirely on my own, but if I had help, I probably could have sold a whole lot more and be in a position for exposure. I will sell more, when it’s time.
For my next book, whether that’s poetry or a novel, I will definitely put my pride aside and allow someone to help me publish, edit, and put the final touches on the cover and whatever else.
The poetry book was full of short poems in the category of pain, power, and pleasure. Below, I am going to share a few.
“The story is always better when you can’t predict what’s next.”
“There is infinite room, take up s p a c e.”
“We grow the most when we have nothing to show for it.”
And this is one of my favorites..
“One with the flower that battled its way through pavement.”
Have a lovely day. Thank you for reading! ❤
Honey Hannah 