Saturday, January 12, 2013
Hurt It feels like a knife. Wielding in my heart Coldness. Darkness. Stupid. blinded by the real you Betrayal. Awakening mirage of someone else. Ruthless. Shallow. Throws away values at a whim. Mind. Body. Soul. Refreshed. Cleansed from the memory. time will heal the wound. Breathe and not think of you.
Friday, January 11, 2013
The term nostalgia describes a sentimental longing for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations. The meaning of the word above has been significant as of late, seems life sometimes decides to give me a huge kick in the shin and taunt me about it...alright a bit melodramatic, the truth. I want happiness. The same way I want happiness for my imaginary characters however, a great writer who hones his her craft knows in order to do that suffering must happen, but the reality is I know that in order to grow my experiences although painful at times will make me a better individual and also happiness cannot be appreciated unless I am in the moment I can't hope, wish for it when it happens that is when it will make sense. My happiness hopefully will come in the form of getting a great agent/published but aside from that my true happiness that gets ignored sometimes is the air in my lungs and the love that I receive from my loved ones.
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
REAPER NOVICE Amazon buy link Blog Amazon description 17- year- old Ana Maria Tei’s life has always been perfect: loving parents, good grades, and a future so bright it outshone the sun. But now words like “separation” and “divorce” are sending her world plummeting to hell. Determined to keep her family intact, Ana plans a family-bonding trip from Vienna to Tuscany. Except fate has other plans. Ana’s parents and siblings are killed in a car accident on their way to pick Ana up from school. Enter Grim, aka Ernest. He promises to relinquish the four souls if Ana agrees to trade her soul for theirs and serve a lifetime as his novice. In order for Ana to graduate from her Reaper’s Novice station to a Soul Collector graduate, Grim puts her to test. To her horror, she finds out becoming a Reaper’s Novice didn't happen by chance. It was preordained, and she is forced to make a choice: save her family’s souls or come to terms with who she really is and complete the task set for her. Reaper’s Novice Book release January 10th, 2013 Book description: 17- year- old Ana Maria Tei’s life has always been perfect: loving parents, good grades, and a future so bright it outshone the sun. But now words like “separation” and “divorce” are sending her world plummeting to hell. Determined to keep her family intact, Ana plans a family-bonding trip from Vienna to Tuscany. Except fate has other plans. Ana’s parents and siblings are killed in a car accident on their way to pick Ana up from school. Enter Grim, aka Ernest. He promises to relinquish the four souls if Ana agrees to trade her soul for theirs and serve a lifetime as his novice. In order for Ana to graduate from her Reaper’s Novice station to a Soul Collector graduate, Grim puts her to test. To her horror, she finds out becoming a Reaper’s Novice didn’t happen by chance. It was preordained, and she is forced to make a choice: save her family’s souls or come to terms with who she really is and complete the task set for her. With my hand braced on the railing, I climb down. And stop. My mouth falls open. Whatever tendril of air stored in my lungs whooshes out at the sight in front of me. At the centre of the room, illuminated by a spotlight on the high ceiling, is a black robot-like thing looming above Rolf. It has glass for eyes, a hooked, cruel-looking nose, and a slash of jagged metal for a mouth. The shoulder width is about two feet, with huge arms bent on its sides. It’s cold, gleaming, and so inhuman. Chills skitter down my spine. When did he have time to work on this monstrosity? It wasn’t here last week. Given its size, this is something that needs months to accomplish. As if sensing me, Rolf stops swinging his hammer and looks over his shoulder. One side of his mouth kicks up. Even that smile is foreign. He shifts the hammer in his hands, then hooks it on the tool belt hugging his waist. His hair sticks out in all directions. Twenty minutes ago it was styled in his usual immaculate style. I grip the rail tighter. “Hey,” I say, my eyes trained on the… thing. “Um… I see you’ve been busy.” “Isn’t he amazing?” His voice is filled with reverence, and his eyes flash with maniacal light. I swallow to push my heart back to my chest. “Who is he, Ro?” “Haven’t found a name for him yet. But…” He fishes around the front pockets of the toolkit for something. When his hand reappears, it’s trembling. In it is a remote control. “Just look at this.” He presses some buttons. Immediately the eyes blink open, red as blood. The sound of metal grinding against metal fills the room as its mouth yawns open. Metal wings uncoil from behind the robot’s back, rising and spreading, and shrouding the room in darkness. A creature from hell. I stumble halfway up the stairs, falling back when my feet can’t hold me up any longer. Rolf moves to stand next to it, arms spread wide at his sides, and proclaims with a voice I have never heard leave his lips—deep and authoritative and cold—“Let the wars begin.” He focuses his eyes on me. “What do you think?” I think I’ve never seen anything as hideous and scary in my life. And what is with his voice? I nod. “Um… interesting. I—I’ll wait for you upstairs.”
Saturday, January 5, 2013
2013 I have the same writing goals as I did in 2012 such as editing with the help from my amazing, smart editor Lynnette Labelle I am so fortunate to have been referred to her almost a year and half now I have been working with her, the investment is well worth it because she doesn't hold back and really makes me work to make my chapters better. I advice writers pursuing the dream of getting published and an agent to research a great editor, no matter what level an author is at in regards to grammar, punctuation etc an excellent editor will be able to find things that was missed. Another goal that I am still pursuing is finding few beta readers my editor continued her awesomeness by referring me to her writers group and it has been helpful being part of a group with writers in various stages of the publishing journey and also skill, so that has helped me tighten my writing and also gain confidence to show my work and accept constructive critique. I hope 2013 will be the year things come together in regards to my dream however, I have come to the realization its not something that can be rushed nor is it my control whether that will happen what I have control over is writing and polishing the best manuscript. The other reality that came to me recently is that my novel I am working on may be my practice novel I have been busy and have written six novels since 2009 so again likely few of those may not see the light of day and could join the first as practice manuscript but I still have little bit of hope. So 2013 a fresh year in which I will work hard and continue to love writing.
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