Sara Grey’s world shattered ten years ago when her father was brutally murdered. Now at seventeen, she is still haunted by memories of that day and driven by the need to understand why it happened. She lives a life full of secrets and her family and friends have no idea of the supernatural world she... Continue Reading →
Two destinies. One death. "Her kiss could kill us, and my consent signed our death certificates." Eric Welborn isn't completely human, but he isn't the only shade in the small Midwest town of Hayworth. With one year left before his eighteenth birthday, Eric is destined to win a long-raging war for his kind. But then... Continue Reading →
Eight Letters to a Young Writer is a fictional exercise of letters addressed to a fictional young Nigerian writer. The letters contained advice or as the author said 'suggestions' as to how the young writer should go on pursuing his passion for writing stories. I came about this (magnificent) piece of work because of an... Continue Reading →
This is bad. Sadly, I am developing the habit of writing in very unholy hours like 2:13 AM. And in case you are wondering, yes, that is the current time here where I live. It's a problem I know. I believe I said in my last post that I finally picked up The Covenant by... Continue Reading →
My mom recently cleaned out an area in our house where piles of books are taller than I am. Well, let's face it a lot of things are taller than me but you get my point. After what I thought was an explosion of paper and books of all sorts, I am now facing the... Continue Reading →
I know this post is quite late on the “new year’s resolutions bandwagon” but I’m still gonna do it just because. So here it goes, I’m gonna say it. I don’t make resolutions. I believe I tried a few times, but then, after seeing how a painful imbecile I can be when it comes to... Continue Reading →
So, so true
#WW: The Lonely Writer
Writing can be lonely. The career often demands hours of solitude – aside from our characters – and while our characters can be very real to us, there are still those days where a living, breathing human being might be nice to talk to. Most of the time, this urge only comes to me when I can’t find the strength to face my characters, and one of those times is right now.
I won’t call it writer’s block. I don’t believe in it. Writer’s block is almost a hysteria to me. But I can admit that I currently have writer’s depression – well, in reality, I think it’s safe to say I am depressed – but calling it writer’s depression allows me to focus on how my sadness affects my writing life.
Ever since losing my publisher, it has been difficult. It has been hard to…
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I am now sitting waiting for huge doors leading to a foreign land open. It's a new year and i pretty much start it by waiting. Lame? Maybe not... I think we all wait. For something, for someone, for things we want or we dread. Nevertheless, I find it quite fun right? Not knowing what... Continue Reading →