Here is a song I wrote the words to and was lucky enough to have Mikalyn Hay and her producer Chris Grey do all the hard work for me and turn it into a song. Be sure to check out Mikalyn on Youtube and Spotify and other streaming services for other music by her, she is very talented.
I was told I should use a stage name for this one so I chose Win Thomas, combination of two of my favorite characters in books I like to read, as my artist name.
But it is still me.
I am still in the process of trying to get it “out there” and send it to radio stations and all that.
For those of you with Spotify, here is a link for it as well. It is available on all streaming services across the world as well. Just search up artist name Win Thomas.
Back in June, I made a visit to Nashville to have a demo made of a song I wrote. I really liked how it turned out and everyone that has heard it likes it.
Unfortunately, I have tried pitching and plugging it to several people in the industry and have been told it is not good enough. I have had responses from too emotional, not emotional enough, too personal, not deep enough, etc etc.
Which I am fine with, everyone has their opinion but I have had strangers listen to the song and cry. I have had strangers tell me, thank you for that, I have to call my mom and dad.
Maybe something will still happen with it, maybe it won’t. But either way I am happy how it turned out and had a good experience going to Nashville and learning how this works.
This song is a demo and is available for someone to pick up so if anyone knows anyone who might know someone, feel free to share.
Or if you just like it and want to share it and maybe the more views I get, it will get noticed.
Let me know your thoughts.
Tomorrow, I will share another song that I reached out to an artist in Canada over Facebook and she agreed to do it.
I wish I knew. I was going to take a few weeks off, I write less in the summer anyway, and next thing you it’s been over four months.
I always seem to get more creative this time of year so hopefully I will be posting some new stories as well as reposting some of my favorites from this time of year.
I also have some exciting news in that my daughter, Kayhla, and her husband had their first baby, Scarlett, on May 31st.
I will be posting some pictures soon. I can not believe she’s already four months old.
It was a new day under the sea, a day just like every other day. However, this was no ordinary day. For today was the day Shelly was born.
Shelly was like every other fish. Shelly could blow bubbles and Shelly could smile. Shelly could talk and Shelly could laugh. Shelly had a laugh that could make you smile from gill to gill. Shelly could get mad and Shelly could get sad. Shelly loved to read and Shelly loved to play with the other fish. Shelly loved to go to school.
But Shelly wasn’t like every other fish. Shelly was born without a right fin.
Shelly couldn’t swim like the other fish could swim. When the other fish played hide and seek, Shelly couldn’t hide in the same places they did. Shelly couldn’t swim straight into hiding places. When the other fish had races, Shelly couldn’t swim as fast as the other fish.
Shelly could only swim sideways.
Some of the other fish accepted Shelly for who she was, who God made her to be, but most fish made fun of her. They swam circles around Shelly. They made fun of “one fin” Shelly. They asked her why she wasn’t like them. They told her of all the things she couldn’t do.
Shelly’s feelings were often hurt, but Shelly knew she was not who they said she was. She knew she was beautiful and strong. When they told Shelly of all the things she couldn’t do, Shelly thought of all the things she could do.
Shelly learned to be creative. Shelly learned to improvise. Shelly learned to turn her weaknesses into strengths. Shelly taught her friends how to use only one fin to swim. Shelly’s friends learned to swim sideways.
Shelly was in school one day when a giant, hungry shark saw them. The shark swam straight at the school, mouth wide open, ready to eat. The fish that could swim straight could not avoid being the shark’s dinner, except the shark didn’t count on Shelly’s quick, creative thinking.
Shelly told her friends to all swim sideways as fast as they could. The shark saw them break away from the other fish and became so distracted he swam right into the side of a large rock.
When all the other fish saw what Shelly and her friends did, they were amazed that they would risk their lives to save theirs, especially when they were so mean to Shelly. That is when they realized that Shelly’s disability was actually a gift.
It was a new day under the sea, a day just like every other day. However, this was no ordinary day.
Today was the day Shelly was accepted for who she is. Today was the day Shelly wasn’t different. Today was the day Shelly was just like every other fish.
She is a butterfly, born in the usual way that butterflies are born. As butterflies do, she flew from the moment she left her cocoon.
She could fly everywhere. And she did. She loved to fly. She loved to float in the wind. She never wondered how she could fly, until she landed on a Buddleia bush and saw her reflection in a window.
Curious, she looked at herself and flapped her wings. She watched them go up and down several times. She then started wondering how do my wings work? She then tried to get one wing to flap while the other stayed still. When that didn’t work, she tried the other side, with the same result. She then tried turning to the side to see how they worked.
She sat on the Buddleia bush all day wondering how her wings worked. She sat there so long, she forgot they worked at all.
After some more time passed, another butterfly landed beside her and asked what she was doing. She said, I saw my reflection and was wondering how my wings worked, and I’ve sat here so long trying to figure out how they work, I have forgotten how they work at all. What if I am stuck in this place forever? What if I can never fly again?
No worries, my friend, said the other butterfly. You have lost your way and have questioned how you fly. Maybe now you are also thinking since I can not fly, will my life ever be the same.
I am, she said. I loved my life and I loved to fly but now it seems I have messed it all up.
I have news for you, said her new friend. You can still fly. You can still have a life you love. It appears that you desperately want that so I will tell you how.
Please do, pleaded the butterfly.
First, know that you are loved. You are created to fly. You are unique and beautiful and you are not your mistakes or your questions.
Secondly, let go of all the doubts you have about if you can fly. Let it all go. You know you can fly. You were made to fly. You can fly, I believe in you.
It was then that the butterfly’s wings started to move. Ever so slightly at first but in no time at all , she was flying again.
My God, My Music, My Life 