I wrote my first Cthulhu carol three and a half years ago, as part of a gift to my brother, a very cool guy. It went with a statue of an Elder Thing I had made.
After Christmas, I posted the Cthulhu carol lyrics in one of my favorite places.
The next year, I made my brother a sculpture of Cthulhu himself, and I wrote some more Cthulhu carols to go with it. I posted pictures of the statue, and I know I posted more lyrics, although I can’t find the post, because I remember Sunspace saying “You’re doomed.”
I wrote some more last Christmas, because I just couldn’t help myself.
Somewhere along the way, I remember one of my Doper brethren suggesting that I record the songs. I blew it off at the time, but as time went by, I started to think, well, why not?
So, in the interest of finally doing something that mattered a lot to me; and of having a meaningful accomplishment instead of just a lot of ideas; and of topping my last several Christmas presents to my brother who is awesome and also hard to buy presents for, I booked a studio, found a really talented engineer, found a terrific keyboard player, (on Craigslist! What are the chances?) and started to make my dream real.
Okay, now today, the engineer emailed me that he had found a song on YouTube that was basically my same idea with different words. I am so bummed out. It was my idea, I really thought it was original; I don’t know if maybe the other person got their idea from me, but it’s certainly possible. (one of my less scrupulous friends who is a consummate musician but ethically-challenged may well have scooped me.) I am feeling like, what’s the use? I’m not the first anymore. --and hating myself for procrastinating.
Please, please, say something to counteract this viewpoint if you can. I have invested so much time and trying and money into this thing, because it is my dream.