Hey there. Author of an existentialist, mythopoetic saga here.

[Quiroai]

Hi there.

I've been looking for a place where I might find interested parties to have as an audience and even as co-creators.
First and foremost, apologies if my grammar is not exquisitely correct, English is a third language, yet very much loved.

So, I've written a saga, named as The Immortal Saga (I see you Mahmoud, maybe we should exchange notes...).
Begun some twenty years ago as a few songs, then was forgotten. Picked it up last year, and now I have 84 lyrics for 7 albums. As said, an existential mythopoetic saga. The form is that of lyrics, or songs, but it all follows a fairly linear and coherent story. I dabble in music, but have not dared to do much composing regarding the story, as I feel I might not quite be worthy, ha.

The saga follows the Immortal Son, from his nascency to his ambiguous final 'form'. A tragedy for sure, but a luminous one.
I have ancient gods and corrupted progeny, Mother Earth and pure demigods and lastly humanity squeezed between the grinding force of all.
Now, as it is more poetic (being first and foremost song lyrics), you may direct me toward the door if this platform is not the right place. However, I think it might still be of interest to some.

I have the all of the lyrics and appendices in a google drive, so can give a link to anyone interested. I don't intend to keep this close to my chest, rather set it free into the wild, see who it might find.

Cheers

 

[Quiroai]

Oh, right. Here's a blurb that I use to invite people in:


So. You’ve found it.
The tale of a man who was touched by a god—and cried about it for seven albums.
Yes, really.

It’s laughably serious.
Bleak.
Earnest to a cringeworthy degree.
Embarrassingly sincere.

You’d be forgiven for thinking it’s too much.
It is.

It’s overwrought.
It’s operatic.
It’s dead serious.

And it knows.

So if you are looking for something clever, ironic, and digestible—
Back away slowly.

But—

If you’re tired of detachment.
If irony has worn thin.
If you want a myth that bleeds—

Here's one.


7 albums
84 songs
One relentless myth

A bedtime story for those too hurt to sleep.
A tome, scorched at the edges—written in the dark.

Bring a torch—
the ruins go deep.

 

[pmmg]

Howdy and welcome here. Sorry, I do go for co-creating myself, but maybe others will look into it. Good luck with it.

 

[Quiroai]

Howdy and welcome here. Sorry, I do go for co-creating myself, but maybe others will look into it. Good luck with it.

Thanks, no problem. The saga I've written is done, so I don't as much need co-creation there, but it could be expanded. Moreover, what I really need are some discerning eyes to at least give it a glance. I've not published anything, so might not know what horrible mistakes I've made, ha.

I'm writing my first true novel as well, one thirds done, but that'll probably take some time yet to be ready for any reviewing.

But yeah, thanks for the welcome! Any of your works (or parts) up for a read?

 

[Rexenm]

I think that there is a miasma or myriad of directions this could go. There is the obvious street princess scenario. We would go for a finer detail. In bearing all of the odds, there is a fine line to draw between haste and waste. Thinking urchins and beggars, as one wonders about disease and squalor, is the obvious joke of Immortal City. Trade would bring in soldiers would bring in tourism?

 

[Quiroai]

I think that there is a miasma or myriad of directions this could go. There is the obvious street princess scenario. We would go for a finer detail. In bearing all of the odds, there is a fine line to draw between haste and waste. Thinking urchins and beggars, as one wonders about disease and squalor, is the obvious joke of Immortal City. Trade would bring in soldiers would bring in tourism?

Hey there, I think you may have mistaken my post for Mahmoud's. Even though I'm never against a street princess, it might not gel too nicely with my fire gods and existential musings


Immortals everywhere, it seems...

 

[Quiroai]

Here's a little test, posted some of the stuff into Story Showcase, but "Awaiting approval before being displayed publicly." So here's me writing more messages, in case that's the problem here...

 

[A. E. Lowan]

Your English is better than mine. We have many writers here who are writing in English as a second language, so you'll fit right in. And, as an author of a multigenerational family saga that also happens to be Urban Fantasy, I always love a new saga. I probably can't participate in much, but I do say welcome to Scribes! We hope you like it here.

 

[Quiroai]

And now for your questionable enjoyment, another production of "Inside the Author's Mind", brought to you by me and the other me, the annoying one.

- Not a roaring success then, eh?
- This kind of thing takes time, we've had some readers.
- Sure, buddy.
- Aw, come on. We can't expect people to flock wide-eyed and yearning, it's not that kind of age. If there ever was one. Patience, young padawan.
- Christ, a Star Wars reference? Alright. You are officially lame.
- Cringe is the word the youths use nowadays, I believe.
- Oh, shut up. Maybe we could post a few soc media blurbs more, you know, saturate the market?
- Well... we could. But that sort of reeks of desperation. You know it to be true.
- Stop that right now, no more Star Wars. Well what the hell do you suggest then, wring our hands in silence, embody that 'tortured artist' you so much like to romanticize?
- We could try to be clever.
- We could? It's us we're talking about.
- Come on, don't sell us that short. We can do funny bits, you know, draw them in with witticism. Be all satirical and ironic.
- Look, we've tried Facebook, online forums. People don't really gravitate to these for weighty pontifications. You think we should peddle our sincere and earnest work with jests and winks?
- If that's what it takes. You know, people are far more malleable when you do self-deprecating humor, make them think you are not a great visionary prophetic figure. Which of course we are.
- Of course. So, what do you suggest? Start making youtube skits? "Oh, look here, this guy is playing both parts of the conversation, isn't that pithy."
-...maybe stop using words like pithy. Besides, that takes a whole lot of effort, filming that kind of stuff. And you know us, we're not lazy, we are just optimizing effort to maximize gain.
- Oh, absolutely. On that we are in concordance. Not one lazy bone here. So what's the plan then? Just post conversations like this?
- Well. That might be a start. Someone might read it and mistakenly think our work is enjoyable and nice. You know, take the bait. And then we've got them!
- Worth a shot, I guess. Make the post then.
- You make it, I'm basking.
- Basking?
- In the anticipation of the avalanche of readers.
- God damn, buddy.
If you want a link to the actual work these two idiots are talking about, give me a message.

 

[Quiroai]

And now for your questionable enjoyment, another production of "Inside the Author's Mind", brought to you by me and the other me, the annoying one.

- Not a roaring success then, eh?
- This kind of thing takes time, we've had some readers.
- Sure, buddy.
- Aw, come on. We can't expect people to flock wide-eyed and yearning, it's not that kind of age. If there ever was one. Patience, young padawan.
- Christ, a Star Wars reference? Alright. You are officially lame.
- Cringe is the word the youths use nowadays, I believe.
- Oh, shut up. Maybe we could post a few soc media blurbs more, you know, saturate the market?
- Well... we could. But that sort of reeks of desperation. You know it to be true.
- Stop that right now, no more Star Wars. Well what the hell do you suggest then, wring our hands in silence, embody that 'tortured artist' you so much like to romanticize?
- We could try to be clever.
- We could? It's us we're talking about.
- Come on, don't sell us that short. We can do funny bits, you know, draw them in with witticism. Be all satirical and ironic.
- Look, we've tried Facebook, online forums. People don't really gravitate to these for weighty pontifications. You think we should peddle our sincere and earnest work with jests and winks?
- If that's what it takes. You know, people are far more malleable when you do self-deprecating humor, make them think you are not a great visionary prophetic figure. Which of course we are.
- Of course. So, what do you suggest? Start making youtube skits? "Oh, look here, this guy is playing both parts of the conversation, isn't that pithy."
-...maybe stop using words like pithy. Besides, that takes a whole lot of effort, filming that kind of stuff. And you know us, we're not lazy, we are just optimizing effort to maximize gain.
- Oh, absolutely. On that we are in concordance. Not one lazy bone here. So what's the plan then? Just post conversations like this?
- Well. That might be a start. Someone might read it and mistakenly think our work is enjoyable and nice. You know, take the bait. And then we've got them!
- Worth a shot, I guess. Make the post then.
- You make it, I'm basking.
- Basking?
- In the anticipation of the avalanche of readers.
- God damn, buddy.
If you want a link to the actual work these two idiots are talking about, give me a message.

- Well, that backfired. Now people are asking "Are you alright".
- Are you? I mean... we? I mean... What?
- It just makes one wonder, are these people really such mouthbre... err, compassionate persons. How do you express to these... people, that you don't actually have multiple personalities or a nervous breakdown?
- Wait. Maybe we lean into it?
- What?!
- Yeahyeahyeah. We can bemoan how the callous world has crushed our spirit, and split our mind in twain.
- And then what?
- Err. Then we say, "7 out 10 doctors recommend reading."
- You're an idiot.
- Well, what's the plan then? Continue posting these conversations in the hope that maybe people get hooked on this inane babble and somehow misclick subscribe?
- That's... not how any of this works. This isn't Youtube.
- Well I'll post this anyway, maybe they'll calm down and undertsand this is a skit.
- You do that. I'll crack a beer and stare at the wall in the meantime.
-... I love you.
- What?!
- Nothing, nothing, posting now.

 

[Rexenm]

Ha, good one.

 

[Quiroai]

- Well, that backfired. Now people are asking "Are you alright".
- Are you? I mean... we? I mean... What?
- It just makes one wonder, are these people really such mouthbre... err, compassionate persons. How do you express to these... people, that you don't actually have multiple personalities or a nervous breakdown?
- Wait. Maybe we lean into it?
- What?!
- Yeahyeahyeah. We can bemoan how the callous world has crushed our spirit, and split our mind in twain.
- And then what?
- Err. Then we say, "7 out 10 doctors recommend reading."
- You're an idiot.
- Well, what's the plan then? Continue posting these conversations in the hope that maybe people get hooked on this inane babble and somehow misclick subscribe?
- That's... not how any of this works. This isn't Youtube.
- Well I'll post this anyway, maybe they'll calm down and undertsand this is a skit.
- You do that. I'll crack a beer and stare at the wall in the meantime.
-... I love you.
- What?!
- Nothing, nothing, posting now.

Annnd the marketing continues:
And now for your questionable enjoyment, another production of "Inside the Author's Mind", brought to you by me and the other me, the annoying one. Season 1, Episode 4.

- Hey buddy, what's up.
- What's up?! Well not reader numbers.
- Aww. Hey, I heard they canceled Wheel of Time.
- What?! What the hell does that have to do with anything? We haven't even watched that!
- It's like... Sometimes it just isn't the right time. Or the right audience. Or something.
- Yeah, thanks, sunshine.
- You know, we could always keep posting these internal dialogues. For fun.
- I suppose. I suppose there might be some morbid curiousity for people to witness a smile disappearing slowly.
- Hey, come on now! You know that kind of talk just leads people to get worried again, start asking if we're alright.
- Yeah yeah. We're fine. For meta-purposes, for all you folks getting all awkward, this is a stylized, over-exaggerated marketing effort, not a real person talking. Or persons. Well, not very real at least. That do it?
- Yeah, I think so. Hey, so, maybe we should insert some levity here, you know, keep it from getting too gloomy. Tiddies!
- ...huh?
- What's wrong with tiddies?
- Nothing, wh- what... about 'tiddies'?
- Sex sells, buddy!
- So... your marketing strat is to walk into a crowded metaphorical market square and shout: "Tiddies!"
- Why not! Tiddies are a nice thing.
- Yeah sure, why not. Not talk about the actual work or anything...?
- Naah man, we gotto play to the lowest common denominator!
- To market an existentialist mythopoetic saga? A bleak and sincere exploration of guilt and perseverance?
- Yeah, think about the juxtaposition!
- Alright. Tiddies!
- Now you're getting it! This'll surely get some moral outrage!
- ...first day on the internet?

Again, if you'd like to read the actual, you know, thing, message me, I'll send a link.

 

[Rexenm]

I like it!

 

[Quiroai]

And now for your questionable enjoyment, another production of "Inside the Author's Mind", brought to you by me and the other me, the annoying one. Season 1, Episode 5.

- Hey! Stop that right now!
- What? What?
- Step away from the keyboard, bud. I'd think we've seen enough of this pointless meta-humour.
- Au contraire mon frère! This is where we knock it up a notch!
- Why? This obviously isn't working!
- Oh, but it is. While they think they barely skim with their eyes this jibber-jabber, their minds begin to wander.
- No, their minds begin to wonder. Wonder what's wrong. Again. Look, it's like the saying goes, there's 8 billion people on the planet, no-one gives a crap about your 'art'.
- Okay, Captain Pessimist. Woe is us. That'll get us there. Answer me this: What is the definining trait of our main character?
- ...
- Out with it, grumpy.
- Endurance. Perseverance.
- Right. So, take a bite of your own medicine and persevere.
- Alright, fine. At least we can have a spot of fun writing this nonsense.
- And if we get another few readers, it'll be worth it. This crap is too important to think of pride. So what if we seem ridiculous trying to entice willing participants. So what if this doesn't lead to anything, at least we've tried. At least we shared a few laughs, shared a few memories. In the end...
- Don't.
- ...the real treasure...
- Oh god...
- ...(Just, let me...alright?) was the friends...
- Ugh.
- ...we LOST on the way. Yeah, you!! Read my mother...loving saga!
- Whoa, cool it psycho.
- *cough* Yeah, sorry. Alright. I'm alright.
- Hey...
- I said I'm alright! F*** off! I can live my own life, the way I want to! *fades* Don't come following me... *recedes into the dark recesses of the mind*
- Sheesh. What do you guys think is wrong with him? Anyways, give me a message if you'd like to give a gander at the thing. You know. Saga. It's good! No pressure. Well, I say that. But a little pressure. Yeah. Umm. How have you guys been? Alright.

 

[Lynea]

I'm willing to take a look at your songs. I have a music degree--though I'm not sure how far that goes if it's just poems with no music set to them. I'd still be happy to help.