Diana Rozevskis

Preparing for the book launch

Well, as the saying goes; so much to do and not enough time to do it in.

I figured because I'm not that confident, at the moment, about public speaking I would try using some backup props. I have written a short opening speech that leads onto a DVD, which I'm compiling, and will play this while I'm signing books.

My DVD consists of a pre-recorded voice of me reading out one of my chapters with an acoustic guitar piece of music, playing in the background, composed and played by my friend Chris who has kindly agreed to help me out.

Of course there's just a bit more to it than that; also on the DVD will be the faerie song, I have written for this chapter, sung by Alice and all recorded by Keith, some more of my lovely friends. This will be all pieced together with a slide show of images I have collected by my lovely daughter Emma. Fingers crossed it all pulls together nicely.

My song Alice is singing:

Where the whispers in the trees

Talk on a distant breeze

And if you stay so still

Our voices must instill

The ones that will foresee

My friends be wary please

Midsummer is all around

Where devilry can be found

Hear my song that I will tell you now

The music he does play is so adored

The one who plays this, do not ignore

His name be Hypno, a God once crowned

And he comes . . . without sound

Upon his flute he does play

When the sun has gone for the day

His haunting music, it does sweep

Your head will spin, it sends you all to sleep

Midsummer is all around

Where devilry can be found

Hear my song that I will tell you now

The music he does play is so adored

The one who plays this do not ignore

His name be Hypno, a God once crowned

And he comes . . .

So remember this that I implore to you

Nothing must pass thy lips

Each and all your Fellowship

The music he does play is so adored

The one who plays this do not ignore

His name be Hypno, a God once crowned

And he comes . . . without sound

. . . Sound

Here are a few images I am using with their related sentences:

Butterflies fluttered around them and birds swooped down to catch bugs in their beaks. This was by far the most beautiful place they had ever seen.

Perseas looked at all three of them in turn. ‘Hypnos was, in his time, a powerful God of sleep. But he was outcast and he now lives a life in the underworld. His powers are weakened and he is more like a mortal man every day. But the day that he is at his most powerful is Midsummers day. It is this day he can send an unexpecting traveller to sleep and when asleep he will steal all his belongings.