Winter is here, and with it comes not only freezing cold, but also depression, listlessness, and a yearning for Spring.
I've turned my own melancholy heart to writing poetry, and I just submitted the manuscript for my new book, The Unknown Race, to my editor. It's a book that explores humanity, its frailty and resilence, but it also ventures into the territory of that which we either cannot or refuse to control, such as the devastation of our planet. It focuses on our eventual extinction, and the judgement of the gods on humanity.
But the book isn't a total bummer. I do have a small selection of poems that express my appreciation for various aspects of life, and that's how the book ends.
I hope to release The Unknown Race before year's end, but it may slip to early 2025.
More to come as I have it.
Yours truly -- Gary