Inspiration

Reading has always been my joy and I am not subjected to what I like I delve in all genre's.

The Summer of 2009 I began to write a civil war romance the characters came to me easily as if I have known them all my life I immersed myself in their world--the world of hatred and conflict then I put that story aside and then I got drawn into the world of vampires. I decided to focus my story based on the theme of love and whether it's enough when so many variables get in the way...

The dreaded query Letter

Okay, reality has set in, my attempts of getting published, I never thought sending a query letter via email would be the most difficult process, considering largely that I dont send alot of emails per day, all I do is check my inbox and if I happen to feel in the mood to send back a lovely response I'll do so. I have made a few mistakes that I can laugh at and then obsess about it, dreaming about it, feeling if I send another query right away the heaviness will subside. But that one mistake is hanging on...so I am taking a break and then resuming in a few days and start the craziness again. I have complied a list 108 agents; my aspiration to send to 108 literary agents, including in the list of course those that rejected my awesome novel...thats cool everyone has there own cup of tea and surpringly rejection is not that hard I have had a few years to build a brick wall so that I can take it, as long as no one is mean. Hopefully one agent will like my novel.


Next post will I may be brave enough to reveal my dreaded faux pas of my query letter blunders....its too soon for me to laugh I am still curled up in a ball crying...*-*

RETURN

RETURN OFTEN AND TAKE ME
BELOVED SENSATION, RETURN AND TAKE ME--
WHEN THE MEMORY OF THE BODY AWAKENS,
AND AN OLD DESIRE RUNS AGAIN THROUGH THE BLOOD;
WHEN THE LIPS AND THE SKIN REMEMBER,
AND THE HANDS FEEL AS IF THEY TOUCH AGAIN

RETURN OFTEN AND TAKEE ME AT NIGHT,
WHEN THE LIPS AN DTHE SKIN REMEMBER...

CONSTANTINE P. CAVAFY (1912)

Dreams

I watched the midnight sun in I awe. Nature still surprises me-- I don’t plan on returning the look in Stephen’s eyes is all I see. I am content that I no longer can sleep for if I could my dreams of him would constantly shatter me, I have finally succeeded in him hating me the amount of time he said it, no I take that back cursed at me to leave I could’ve have killed him if I didn’t throw him onto the bed I had no choice. All I see now is the blood the smell of his blood and feeling my frenzied state warming then building and in that moment I had to make the impulsive choice. I stood up and looked out at the horizon then I screamed loudly begging my Grandmother to come to me I need her help.
"Grandma I need you please help me I cannot live like this anymore." I collapsed on the damp grass and cried then I felt her warm hands on my shoulder I looked up she softly tells me she’s here now.

Copyright Keisha Martin excerpt from Hours Of Darkness

"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud"

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth

Hours Of Darkness

I sat staring until dawn approached the red sun looks like a big gigantic ball of fire that spread its flames across the grayish sky; moments like this makes me feel human watching the fascination of this alluring beauty of nature but being a Vampire these things look different in our eyes it almost seem like everything that we see is High Definition— more vivid.


Copyright 2010 Keisha Martin Excerpt from Hours Of Darkness

Apologies

"I am sorry –I know that I have said this time and time again but I can now be honest to you that I have always been scared the moment I looked at you when we were partnered up in High School. Everything that I thought I was sure about made no sense to me all that immersed me was you it has always been you and I used my Grandmother death as a crutch and then when I became a Vampire. Stephen I can't live without you so please tell me that I have the slightest chance to gain back your love—give me the opportunity to make right all the wrong's I have done to you—please just please baby let me pick up the pieces of your broken heart."

Copyright 2010 Keisha Martin