A Swan Song
I heard this phrase a long time ago, and it has stuck with me. A while ago, I thought it could be a good title for the new outing of my Detective David Snow.
So I went ahead and started the outline for SwanSong. I even made a working cover.
The expression Swan Song, usually means someone’s last effort, or or a final act before death, or retirement.
And as this could be Snow’s last opus, and I didn’t know this at the time, but could be mine too, it seemed to fit.
The more I work on this story, the more uneasy I become. Was it right to possibly kill off my favourite character? And then my thoughts turned to me. I was still struggling to regain my strength so I could re join the human race, but should I be contemplating that my end could be near?
An atmosphere of doom has been slowly suffocating me for weeks, and I have come to the conclusion that I need a new title, possibly a new concept, and a new cover for the book.
Could I be right, or am I being stupid?
There is an ancient Greek legend that tells of a certain breed of swan that sings the most beautiful song as it is dying.
I did wonder if there was any truth to this legend, for all of the swans I knew of were mute.
When I researched this, I discovered that there is a swan that can sing. It’s called a Whooper swan.
I have always loved swans, but lately, they have become almost an obsession.
I have no idea why, or is there a connection to my state of affairs?
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 
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