Update on NaNoWrMo. Six Years Black part 2 is in the editors hands! If you had the pleasure of reading it I stopped the story short because I wanted to build suspense and that was wrong of me. I had this idea that I would link my next short story to Six Years. I'm truly am sorry to all that have read it. So good news when the finish product is done it will be free for couple of days. I will let you know with another post so check regularly. Lastly, I do tend to make it an audio book.
In writing this short story I want to give light to a dark subject. Human trafficking. Believe it or not it is a real matter and we have to breath life to this subject. I did not just write the story seeking glory or non like that. My true desire is to send a message with fictional story that are real as you and I.
Women, small children, and yes even boys. Human trafficking affects them all. What happened to Syble is not uncommon. However it's unnatural and unjust. With a total global market of thirty two billion dollars human trafficking is the third most profitable crime. And it will only get worse.
I'm just asking for not just women but men to unite. There are ways to help such as noticing the signs or seeking shelter for these victims. We need awareness because this is happening everywhere in the States. It is an ugly issue that needs proper care.
NaNoWriMo, as a new author I did not join in the previous years. I'm thinking I may join this time around. Maybe I can finish Mask of the Millions. I've been itching to write this short story and release it soon for you guys. Whats your thoughts on NaNOWriMo?
Three different bookshelves. Each have Rooks of the Raven. Couldn't be more ecstatic. Today marks 1 year as an author.
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This is how I research for my upcoming fantasy novel. I know I said I'm not an avid reader but I also have a commitment to fans or potential readers. I am striving to be the best that I can be as an author. I'm the captain of the ship. Do not jump overboard just because there may be small fracture. I may sail through a storm but that storm will be weathered with determination and satisfaction. Leaving you with a book of rare beauty. So what do you say, are you going to set sail with me? Come on a epic journey and together we will find what we seek. You know what that is?
My fantasy book is Eden Origins, title still in process. Brief Synopsis: The world is decaying due to humankind abusing the power of nature also known as Maat (May-it). Every time they rage war or fight using their powers it puts a strain on Eden(world) and it's slowly deteriorating the environment. Rivers run dry, trees lack nutrition, and above all, some animals are extinct. There is no such ideology as good and evil. Only greed, love, the thirst for understanding, and evolving will propel mankind forward. Eden is on its last leg and the people need to work as one and retrieve the Light and Dark dogmas. Also known as the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and end. Join the battle for survival.
What I love about this book is Maat is an Egyptian word meaning balance. (Google it). Anyways when my characters rage war or fight. They have to use their own energy alongside nature energy. If a character should lack a skill he places a great strain on Eden. Thus the banishing of Maat begin. Also know as humankind being disconnected from one another.
How I research my historical fiction novel was watching movies and TV shows on slavery. I already had my plot figured out. I was mainly watching for clothing, some dialect, or maybe names. Such as should the slaves call their owners "Master or Massa" and much more. The one book I read was the "Help" a historical fiction novel. In my earlier post title "Be the author of Your own Destiny" Rooks of the Raven out ranked the Help. Let me tell you its not a easy goal but like I said give me time!
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Part 1: Syble Present
We didn't always live in the big city. It’s nice but I’d rather spend my time in the past- when memories were real. My imagination so full, I gave birth to new life. Imaginary friends and more. The grass was definitely greener. But it's scary now. Unbearable in fact.
“Syble. Get up, your teacher is arriving soon. Get yourself ready and eat breakfast.” Her deafening voice is part of the routine. I hear the door slam. Huh, where are my glasses? I reach around for it. “Gotcha.” I put my glasses on. Right now it should be twelve minutes until the widow Bitho comes. Just like her name. She smells and sounds old. I put on clothes and head to the kitchen.
“Mom describe to me what you're wearing.” Where is she? “Mom. Mom. Mommy.” I finally hear her high heels clicking. I didn't realize she had left the kitchen.
“What’s the matter honey, you barely touched your cereal.” The greasy sound of the cupboard closing irritates my ears. I memorize each action she takes. Right now I can tell she’s opening the bottom cabinet. And cue the sound of gushing water from the sink.
“Syble, do you want a bagel? We have cream but you have to smear it yourself.” The toaster is across from the refrigerator on my right.
Why did she not walk towards the toaster? “Mom, my bagel needs to be toasted.”
“Oh, Syble I’m sorry I moved it last night. I was cleaning the counters.” I hear the toaster, a bagel pops out forty seconds later. “Do you need help off the high chair?” she asks, then pauses. “Okay, by that expression I'll back off,” she says. I want to know the look I give her. I can tell Mom begins to move faster with each step she takes like a swift woodpecker. I bet she has on her purple heels.
“Good morning Ms. Green.” Did everyone decide to wear heels today? I wonder what my slippers really look like. Mom says it’s a bunny and that it has a big red nose. I do feel a round puffy ball at the tip.
"Good morning, Syble.” I wonder if the widow Bitho thinks I am stupid because I still wear glasses. My glasses are a tether to the past. When memories were real. I hold on to my glasses because they are the only thing that I know that hasn't changed over time.
“Good evening,” I tease her. I bet she is angry. I bet her face is scrounging up right now. “Let's begin,” she says. The widow Bitho takes the lead and I follow. “Syble,” she says. “It has come to my attention that you have bagel crumbs around your mouth.” Why did she say all that? Wipe your mouth or something shorter would have sufficed.
"Uhh." I use my hands like napkins and wipe my mouth. "Is it gone?" I ask.
Since I am closed off to the world in a unique way, I wonder what chair my teacher will choose. She took off her shoes so I cannot hear her footsteps as easily. That myth about our hearing being heightened is completely farfetched. “Syble, pay attention.”
I can tell you one thing about the room. There is an annoying clock. I hear it’s incessant ticking for the next hour.
“Can we take a break?” I ask politely.
“No. You will finish learning your combination.” So we continue. Braille alphabet is nothing like learning the English alphabet.
I take off my glasses. I hear a zipper getting unzipped. “Zzzzzzpt.” It has to be a long bag because the zipper kept going, like trains on a track. The widow Bitho is rummaging through whatever bag that's on the ground. “Window Bitho.” She stops rummaging, like a raccoon spotted in the trash. Every so often I make it my job to say her name incorrectly.
A distinct noise makes my heart plummets as it slams on the table. A hardcover textbook specifically designed for the visually impaired.
Learning Braille alphabet is like crafting a new language. Let me be honest it's not easy, I’d rather just quit. The year of my accident Mom pushed for me to learn Braille right away but I just couldn't. My life was filled with many more cons than pros.
Braille is a tactile reading and writing system, using raised dots to represent letters of the print alphabet. “You see how the V feels?” widow Bitho says. It's taking a lot for me not to laugh after she says that. I think she notices me chuckling because she stops instructing me. I hear fleeting laughter from her. Then she coughs, correcting her behavior. She might have a sense of humor after all.
The widow Bitho usually stays for couple hours then leaves. I cannot wait till Mom comes home. She's bringing Chinese food with her. She knows I love Chinese. The remainder of the day is a blur till dinnertime.
"Pass me the chow mein box, Syble.” I glide my hand along the table. I hear and feel the Chinese bags ruffling like opening chips.
“To the right or…” I say.
Mom does not help me out. “What happened to the girl who used to find her way home?” I dislike when she tells me that. When she brings up words that are etched within my heart because of him.
The conversation at the table becomes heavy. “Syble, I’m nervous about that important case coming up. If I win he is behind bars but if I lose another killer, rapist, just an evil man is on the loose all because of a flawed justice system.”
“I know, Mom. You will win, don’t get worked up about it.” I twirl the chow mein so much that my fork grew golden hair. I hope she wins.
Truth is Pops used to show me survival skills before we moved to the big city. He taught me how to pick the right berries, know which plants are safe to eat, and above all how to track anything that helps me find my way home. “Mom, can you hand me the sweet and sour sauce.” I reach for sauce packets. With food in my mouth, I open the first packet.
“Wait, sweetie that’s hot sauce!” I'm more upset that I added three packets before she said anything.
“Mom! You know I like sweet and sour,” I pout. Mom snorts like a pig when she laughs.
“Sorry Syble, I was curious to know if hot sauce tastes good with our noodles. Oh Syble cheer up. I didn't give you any hot sauce. I handed you the right packets.” She truly is evil. “That's a knee slapper,” she says while slapping her knee. She snorts some more. I cannot help but smile. I have the most compassionate mom around.
After our heavy meal mom turns on the television until the day surrenders itself for night to take over.
“Goodnight,” I say. She says goodnight back to me. Her footsteps are mute while walking on the carpet. “Mom, Mom, Mom!” The door squeaks halts. “Is the night light on?” I wait a second hear her response. I breathe out. “I know, I know, I'll get a new joke.” She doesn't answer right away. “Mom, you still there?” She responds with a mh-hmm. I hear the lights flick. “Thanks Mom.”
“Hold on, was flipping the switch up to turn your night light on, or was it down?” she says through the creaks of the door.
“That's just mean, Mom!”
I love how we can tease one another. We went through a bleak moment. Some of our jokes may appear dark. Pun is heavily intended.
I lie in the dark for a while. I assume it’s dark. It’s been Mom and me for years. I would have learned Braille sooner but I couldn't concentrate. There were way too much struggles to cope with before I could put time into studying.
My blanket feels like a hot towel pressed on my body. My pillow smells nice. When did she find the time to wash my cover? I lie on my stomach. I always look forward to dreaming.
I may be alive but why do I feel like I’m just floating? I turn to my side, my sleep position. I like to bend both my knees on top of each other and place my arm in the middle like a sandwich. I tilt my head and I feel that his glasses are still on me. I take them off. Dad? I miss you so much. I grip my pillow with a loving hug.
“How’d you sleep, Syble?” Mom asks.
“Well actually, I feel rested.” My bed shakes when she bumps into it. I try to remember her smile, it was the brightest smile I had ever seen.
“Get up and we can have breakfast,” Mom says.
“Can you get me orange juice since you’re opening the fridge?” The fridge makes a soft swoosh when it opens then clicks. Mom leaves the kitchen. I hear the TV on. She starts flicking through the channels. “Mom this is not pulp free. Why do you hate your blind child?!” She shows no attention to me. I pinch a small chunk of pulp from my tongue. “Mom, do you think you can win this case? Also you mention you received threatening emails right?” I hear her flick through the channels five more times.
“I have to, what if another girl...I just have to win. I get those all the time remember. I can handle it.” she says over the television. She must be carrying a weighted vest around with all that stress wrap around her voice. “Let's not worry too much about that. I have a week until then.”
“Hey, Mom what are you wearing today?” I sit on the couch next to her. I like to imagine that she’s more than something that produces sounds.
“Remember those red flowers you and Dad picked for me at our old house?” I nod. “That's kinda like my top. The flower petals are on my right shoulder and the stem comes to my chest. I have on a plain gray skirt. I just hope it doesn't make me look fat.”
“Mom, you are a stunning woman. Your eyes sparkle brown. Mom, you are a goddess.”
“And how would you know that missy?” She teases me.
“Well, you tell me I’m pretty. And you're my mother so I know you're gorgeous.”
“Hey Mom, did you add anything new to the house?” That's how I figure out my surroundings.
"No Syble, you know I would have told you. Hey Syble, I know by next year you will be eighteen but you don't have to worry about life as an adult until you feel comfortable, you are still my little girl." Sometimes I miss the simple things like telling day from night. In my world it’s an eternity without sunlight. My life is like those dreams when I’m falling and can’t wake up. That's how every day feels.
Part 5: Gone
The widow Bitho leaves after homeschooling. “Syble don't forget to lock the door. Oh, and excellent job today.” She stops walking. “You have made tremendous progress.”
I’m more than capable of staying home alone. I have to be on my own someday.
Did Mom move the Easy Mac? Not this cupboard either. I ignore the Mac and cheese to check the fridge for milk. First I touch the top shelf for easy placement, then trace my fingers around. I can feel the smooth cold touch of eggs that fits nicely in my palm. Here it is. I pull the milk from the fridge. Frustrated, I make cereal because it's simple. It's quick and efficient, plus I don't have to worry about burning anything. Chef Syble, I should whip up some eggs.
Sometimes I cannot imagine living on my own but as I grow older I will have to learn to cope with different struggles. I was taught on how to pour water for myself. I keep my finger at the top and whenever water makes contact I stop pouring.
The TV is on. I sit on the sofa and watch. Yeah right, more like listen. The show that is on right now is unknown to me. But they sure are using a lot of vulgar language.
The cereal is so crunchy I cannot hear my inner thoughts. I alternate between eating and sipping the milk like soup. The combination of sipping and eating has to be just right, otherwise, there will be no milk left for the cereal.
“Fuck no, Jack, if we go in there we might not come out alive!” The television blurts out.
Where is this character Jack going? Maybe a mafia building? A police precinct? Even better, is he the hero or villain? “If you have swollen glands or irritated rash please contact your doctor immediately. GlanX is not for the weak of heart or if your family suffers from…” Where is the remote? I cannot stand these commercials. Why would I take something with a side effect that can possibly do more harm? Damn, this cereal is scrumptious. Jack you son of a bitch now you have me swearing.
In front of me is a small table. I put down my empty bowl. Then lie back down.
I feel around for the remote. All I feel are papers, and the ripped edges of envelopes. I knock over something. I crouch reaching around, feeling for it. An unwanted sensation soaks my big toe. I follow the mess upstream to find the culprit. Mom’s glass. Geez mom. I just won't clean it. I leave the glass on the floor.
I take off my sock and sit back down giving up on locating the stupid remote. I’m a little upset now.
Mom said our couch is brown and fine just like your mama.
Finally, the commercials are over. I was beginning to wonder if these commercial knew how to terminate themselves. “Jack put down the sword!”
I take my dry sock off. If her cup is out maybe she still has a blanket lying on the couch. The leather is cool on my fingers, like figure skating. I begin to feel softness then I yank the small blanket. A unanimous amount of people will lie sideways facing the television. So, I lie how I usually do. I lie facing the TV.
There’s not a day I don't pray to have sight, be normal. But there’s not a second that passes that I don't want life to be back when I could peer through his eyes- they held truth, promise, compassion, anger, sadness. He laughed, he cried, he was sympathetic, he was fun, funny, silly, he was so silly. Above all, he was my father!
“Jack you almost stabbed me?!” I forgot the television was on. The man sounds angry. I’m beginning to think Jack is not this fella's ally. I lie down and listen to this random movie. I think about the epic gun fights. I arrive too late to completely understand what is transpiring. “If we go in. One of us will not make it. You ready brother?” Brother? Whoa, this just got interesting.
I begin to feel drowsy, exhausted. I doze off and turn away from the television. I take off his glasses. It takes me a while to fall asleep but strange enough napping is a heck of a lot quicker. I imagine nonsense like butterflies with blue wings. Maybe I'm a pilot.
“Syble.” his voice trails off. Now I’m hearing Dad. I roll over and pull the blanket to my chin.
At our old home, Dad and I explore. It was getting late and we were out in a heavy storm. I trusted him and followed behind. I slipped and he quickly ran and picked me up. The rain and wind are both heavyweights throwing all punches. His voice is soft. He pushes me to walk closer behind him. “You know what sounds good, warm soup.” The rain’s not attacking me as before. “Maybe soft toasted bread, Syble we can dip it in the piping hot soup.” We continue walking.
“Dad maybe add bacon bits?” I continue behind him. “Potatoes!” We both say at the same time. I laugh a second before him.
Dad and I finally made it home, drenched. I remember Dad picked up the phone. He is funny and lied, ‘no of course we were not out in the storm. We got back way before.’ He sticks his overly pink tongue out, I remember I laughed so hard. I taste the soup. “I think we did an excellent job with this soup.” He winks at me, "the bacon is an excellent choicessss..." His voice fades like a hiss.
I wake up. My head jumbles with random thoughts. I yawn after that blissful nap. I check if I had wings on my back. I go to my room carrying my socks like smelly gym socks. I have acquired a photographic memory. I do not bump into the walls or chairs. My motto is the faster you learn something without cutting corners so to speak, then you learn to avoid challenging obstacles. I learn when it comes to electronic always start from its cord then guide my fingers up. If I should iron my shirts, I know not to grab the iron but instead start at the cord. I am grateful for the group that helped blind people learn techniques to cope with our daily lives.
My toes feel nice like walking on cotton candy because of my carpet. I rummage through my dresser. I feel my bra, I buy soft ones because the hard bra’s wire can become loose. It could poke me in the eye or something. I would hate to lose my eyes.
There are no socks in here. I check my basket around my bed. I get frustrated because I couldn't find any on top of the bucket. I dump the bucket of clothes on my bed. A shirt nope don't need that, nor am I looking for sweatpants. I think I'm more frustrated because I was taught how to mark my clothes but I don't follow the strategy as often as I should. The most important knowledge I take to heart from my association is to have confidence. Confidence leads to a better life. Having faith in myself is a must.
I put on socks. What's this? I’m trying to figure out what this item is in my hands. It has to be Mom’s green hat. The same pattern of octagons are array on the sides, it’s soft.
Even though I cannot tell I just know these socks are mismatched, I get this feeling of embarrassment. I should just put on my shoes. I put on the first pair I touch. Wait what if this is mixed match? It's enough to make me screech. Sometimes I play it off as a joke but not knowing simple life skills like that massacres my ego.
I stand in front of my big mirror. It’s as tall as me. I pose for a moment then do a silly little jive.
I faintly hear the front door shut. Mom’s home! I continue dancing and mute singing. I flip my hair with excitement. I like to believe I’m an exceptional dancer. The TV goes off. I wonder why she turns it off so I begin to step out. I feel my soul pulling back the words ‘mom is that you?’ She would have called for me by now, she would have scream my name over whatever show is on. I stop myself at my door and wait for her call.
I hear the floor squeak coming from the kitchen. I wonder if it is one of my family members stopping by. Again, they would have also called my name. We have a system. This feeling that is swelling... My heart dives with worry and floats with fear. The tips of my fingers are wet. I hear movement around the apartment. The steps are tentative but determined. I cannot tell if it’s male or female. The clatter of dishes chokes me with a petrifying thought, IT'S DEFINITELY NOT MOM!
The footsteps grow farther away. I cannot calm myself. My heart’s pounding. Calm down. Calm down. The person that broke in hasn't said anything. My bedroom door is partially open. Do I close it or leave it like it is? If I should make a mistake they might overhear.
Since I cannot hear the stranger’s footsteps that means they are walking on the carpet, which only means one thing they are getting closer to my room. I forget about the door and crawl under my bed. God, please, please help me. My bed sheets hang off the sides like bangs so I’m concealed. I hear mom’s door closing after they spent some time in there. My door squeaks like a trapped rodent. I bite my lips.
Where are they?
I cannot inhale through my nose correctly, I jerk my head to the right after hearing the squeaky toy go off. I didn't hear a thing I thought they stood still the whole time. Knowing my room, I can visualize where they are standing. I scrape to my left. I gulp with utter despair. “Bzz, Bzzz, Bzzz” Now or never...my heart pounds. Now or never? If I stay under here maybe they will leave.
I experience an asthma-like attack. I scoot to the back like my life depended on it. The atmosphere is indescribable. His phone goes off again. After the third ring, he answers this time. “Do you have her?”
The person in the room does not talk back. The defeating sound is close to me. My stomach drops and I hide my face inside Mom hat. There is a swelling in the back of my throat.
I freeze in glacier-like fear, contemplating on running. I'm a lot closer to my door than he is. I can make it.
What's that, my heart pounding? NO. It’s breathing, I can't just stay. I push through. Immovable objects meet my unstoppable force. Stupidly I decide to run.
The stranger is silent.
For a brief second I could make a life-altering decision. Head for the outside door would be the safest bet. I see the table in my head. Wait, is this smart? What if I hide in Mom’s room? I could lock the doors, that would be faster; maybe safer? I have plenty of time. Or should I run for the door! I could go outside and yell for help. But will I be fast enough?
This decision is impossible. I...I… I should lock myself in Mom’s room, my chest is breathing. I...I...I should run for the door and call for help. Her room is a lot closer. What if he just breaks down her door? Door...Her room. Door….door...no lock myself in. Run...lock, call for help, Mom’s room. Door, door? No wait
“Run! Syble” I hear this powerful whisper in my head, one that was not my own. I grab something then I dart for the door. The strangers breathing is ferocious. "Come here" he knocks me over. I get up. I kick in his direction with all my might. I run again. He shoves me this time causing me to fall.
I start to scoot for the door. His shoes are between my legs. His fingers are touching my left arm crawling up both shoulders. He squeezes with intent of not letting go. I break my right arm free. I'm just about pulling my left out its socket. I pull closer to the center of the couch. His fingers then grab me by the chin "Stop" is all he said. I stop for a second and he eases up. I smash the glass cup on his head. His painful grunts are my proof as he releases my other arm. It falls out my hand. I couldn't pick myself up so I crawl towards the noise. A sharp pain strikes my palm while crawling. "Ahhh"
I dust off fear and pick myself up. The door. I crack it open.
Writing is fun. Plain and simple. The thoughts of having someone else read your work is daunting. Rather its grammar or you lack confidence in your craft. Take a step back, breath, and come out the shadows... I myself am not an avid reader. I did not grow up with an idea that screams I am going to be a writer. However, do not be afraid to pick up a book(*cough* Rooks of the Raven) It helps but not vital like everyone tries to scare you. If you cannot sit and read 100 books in a month do not fret. I know I cannot nor will I. Instead, pinpoint what genre you read the most. Maybe try a show or movies you watch the most because right there is your niche.
Draw readers in with each turn of the page. I want my fans to enter a trance. By the time I release them they went on an epic journey.
They wake up realizing the dream they had was the essence the tale. They feel the characters struggles, faces dried of tears.
Some will relate. And only one thought comes to mind......
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I only show this post again because I want everyone to understand how proud this moment was to me. I out rank The Help and The Color Purple! There is only one factor that will propel your life the way you want it, and that is you. Even for a second this was a blessing from above!
For those who don't know these two power house of historical fiction let me change the names around. This is major goals for me, say I wrote a fantasy book. Say I out rank Harry Potter for a day, or for even a second it takes to to refresh the browser or even Chronicles of Narnia. This was the moment I realized I was a published author. From aspiring to self published, I took matters in my own hands and anyone can do the same. If you need help along the way, then humbly ask for it.
Or even Imagine I wrote another genre and for a second, just a second I outranked The Catcher in the Rye or the Great Gatsby, Lord of the Flies for my old schools.
I was just a young child from Liberia. I couldn't even tell you left from right, I couldn't even ask for a new pair of shoes. The word opportunity, success, hopes, and dreams ceased to exist. Its crazy when I first came to the states I couldn't even tell you what snow was, let alone never experienced cold or even failure for that matter. To experience failure you would have to know what success is. The reason I say this is, back then I never held a pen to write my tale. but what I CAN tell you is, strive for what you want, accomplish your goals. Be the author of your own destiny...
Ever see a human pick a fight with Hercules? Well, I would raise my hand but I skipped to Zeus. The competitors I have are nothing short of fantastic. But hey, do you see me sweating? Actually, I could use a comrade on this journey. My destiny is to be an author and much more, whats yours? I cannot battle these other top rank novels on my own. Thanks for listening! Have a blessed day.
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Attention! If you have not watched this movie, please check it out. The idea behind Rooks of the Raven sparked from this movie. Of course, I put my own twist within my debut novel. Or you can read Rooks and unravel its story first. I encourage you to try the prologue for Rooks and make a judgment call for what truly happened to Abel's mute mother.
12 Years a slave synopsis: Solomon Northup is a free man who was tricked and then sold into slavery. His ability to play violin and wits makes him shine and captivates his surrounding. Solomon is forced into beating another slave by striking her with a whip. He tries to escape to freedom with a letter stating his identity, however, he does not know who he can trust. Solomon finally reunites with his family after 12 years passed. His kids grown, an unforgivable mistreatment causing him to miss his family life.
See if you can find some similarities between Abel, from Rooks of the Raven, and Solomon.
For those of you who are new to my journey. This trailer proves that I am progressing as an author(check previous trailer). I'm still new, but my stories are rich. I pray you will continue to support me on my journey. Check out previous blogs, learn more about me and I love to learn about you. I held a survey asking readers to choose my next book title, later it will be survey for book cover and so on. As for now a majority of votes asking for Mask of the Millions.
There is still time to vote but make it soon. I do not want to keep anyone waiting.
Except for the sequel of Six Years Black!
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Have you ever thought "huh, I could have written a better movie script or book?" Do you feel like you could be the next best fantasy writer or maybe horror? Maybe you think you can write the next children's series like Clifford the Big Red Dog. Do you have a completed manuscript and do not know the next steps?
Before I started I wanted to pursue traditional publishing. Before I say more allow me to explain the different types of choices. The big three: Traditional, vanity, and self-publishing. I'm a self-publish author because of SPS. read below to know about the SPS the group that helped me achieve my goals!
Traditional publishing. Writers send a copy of their manuscript to editors or agents. Wait 2-4 weeks minimum for an acceptance or rejection letter. Rejection letters are straightforward, but if you happen to get accepted then you make a deal. Traditional publishing is where most writers want to achieve but not all want that route. Also, keep in mind, the slot for acceptance is slim. For every 100 writers, only 5-10 might get accepted. Traditional publishing also includes a contract. Both author and publisher sign a deal for X amount of cash plus the authors receive a royalty payment.
Self-Publishing is a practical choice and smooth process if you follow my steps. Self-publishing is you engaging in everything that it takes from writing, publishing, and finally marketing. Basically writers can upload their works to Amazon or sell from home. I realize this sounds daunting. Self-publishers write and market their own products. I'll explain more below.
Vanity Press is you pay a publishing company to print your book. I do not encourage this route for many reasons. The number one being you pay let's say $2,000. Vanity will take your money and print books for you but after that, it's up to you to sell. Vanity presses will edit and make your cover. If you are not a well-known house name it just becomes a scam short term and long term. I do not want you to be stuck with 1,000 copies of unsold books in your living space or storage area. Then again you could be an awesome marketer and sell everything. If that screams you, then by all mean this choice works wonders.
The route I choose from aspiring author to author is self-publishing. My backstory is I did look up vanity presses. Vanity publishing at first glance through a non-experience viewpoint does same legit but it's not the best option. Realistically it doesn't work well all the time. Yes, these publishers may do all the work for you and you probably thinking that's good because you have no idea how to print books or get them on shelves.
I also did try traditional publishing. I wanted to be the next J.K Rowling, author of Harry Potter. This route is also easy but the waiting for acceptance letter is not for me. But to be more realistic I went through several rejections letter myself. You will hear many other big names books were rejected on many occasions.
I came to a realization that I wanted my work out there and didn't want to wait. Personally, I do things on my own anyway so this fits my personality. However, I realized I cannot do everything on my own. I later discover this wonderful group of writers who are fulling their goals. I met many non-fiction writers, fictional writers, self-help books, children's books and much more. The group I am in is call Self-Publishing School(SPS). Within this group I learn all the process, now I can write a great story, I can publish my own books, and I and everyone learns to market. marketing your work never stops. SPS provides step by step instructions from the beginning stages of crafting a novel. From outlining your ideas, writing, publishing, and marketing.
With this group I devour the knowledge they bestow upon me and now I can do everything. Before, the whole process was scary believe me i felt the intense pressure but now its relatively easier. I want to encourage you to choose the path that is right for you. If you have money to spend then go for vanity, then you can just focus on writing. If you have time to spare then go with traditional publishing. If you want to try self-publish then please contact me and sign up for SPS. There will be a discount if you sign up with me. Self Publishing School will answer any questions you may have, we help publish each other works on Amazon so it makes your book visible to the right audience. Don't let your passion flicker, ignite it!
How do you think your daily grind is? Do you know there are multiple ways of making money, living better, fewer struggles? Allow me to enlighten your focus on what passive income is.
Passive vs. Active Incomes
Active income is what most people know about and of course what most are doing and will continuously do until retirement. Are you tired of working all the time? At some point in life do you ever feel like this is a routine, nothing changes, work becomes a burden? Active income, you clock in and get paid for your labor, always active. If you don't show up for work does your check stay the same? Of course not, active meaning consistent effort. As much as your job loves you or your enthusiasm they will not pay if your a no show.
Passive income is work you do once and get paid for it consistently. Make sure its something that suits your passion, skill-sets, or experience. An example is what I do, I write. I invest money, time, and labor in my passion but once its done and my books are published that passion grows. It increases over time. Passive income will change your daily grind making life fresh again. Wonder how the rich are living so lavishly? And some of them can make millions in seconds without lifting a finger? Once you do that work your money grows as you sleep, playing games, or heck even on vacation. Doesn't that sound pleasing?
Always have 2-3 incomes. You can have two active jobs but try a side hustle of passive income. Even if its small amount that is still dollars being made while you are lounging around. Keep in mind the daily grind people boast about or simply believe is working is a tad bit far-fetch. There will always be a deadline on payday. There will always be a deadline for bills. Maybe one active job and one passive that way you have a consistent salary. Even if your passive side hustle generates $100 a month. Is that not more than what you had before?
The way I see it passive income will always top active. Find your balance and persevere. Investing is another good idea. Find your talent and find a good market.
Just google different types of active income and you will find something that fits your passion!
Eden Origins: Novel Epic fantasy
Bully of the Nation: unknown
Threads of Destiny:
Mask of the Millions: action/crime/general short story
Love that is Greater>: short story
Personally I'm leaning towards Eden Origins or Mask of the Millions. I have a solid plot for both. Don't allow that to persuade your vote. However "Love that is Greater>" sounding like another emotional roller coaster of defeat and victory.
I am forever grateful to this book blogger Aimee Ann! This interview meant the world to me. Its one thing for me to seek out somebody. On another scale of higher magnitude it special to have an unknown person reach out to me and say "hey I like this book, can I interview you." My experience with her will never be forgotten.
All it takes is one person and one share. It helps me and of course Aimee gets more viewers for her blog. Help her build her business.
Thanks again, Aimee Ann!
Click link above for authors spotlight. Click link below for my book review.
Within an author spotlight I answer questions from Aimee such as why I wrote this book, any advice for aspiring authors, which I was not too long ago, and much more. (Please check it out with a cherry on top)
Do You know what writing and engaging story is? Try to visualize that you are always in the driver seat. You're the writer. You see everything, you are in control. You put your thoughts in full throttle and conjure up an adventure. You know how when you're in the passenger seat not paying attention and you feel a jerk, the car stops? Then you look because you need to know why the sudden anxiety?
Answer the question... Why did you stop? A climax, or dare I say a cliffhanger? Do you tell your audience what happened with a sequel or leave them hanging? Weave together a string of words that are captivating.
The main focus is to keep writing. Add the same principle to your daily grind. Keep at it, no shortcuts.
Main character(MC) of Rooks of the Raven. As you immerse your self in this historical fiction novel you witness the changes this young girl goes through. The moment her life changes was when she saw her dad fighting. Unravel her tale. Every action she takes in captivity is due to that man... "I didn't want my baby sister to breathe the sins of this world, so I did what I thought was best. I took her life." Abel honestly believed that was the best option.
She grows, matures quickly. Abel learns and adapts. Experience her journey in Rooks of the Raven, available on Amazon, "Massa, whats the difference between a raven and an eagle?"
Why don't we open our minds to new ideas, maybe a life altering concept that go against your better beliefs. How about we let others in that are not like you. It starts with you. Now please if you hear my message click below. Lets walk a clearer path together.
Welcome, please have a seat, and lets explore the universe of opportunities. Imagine living with adversity then all sudden, the world opens up.
Your mind expanding.
You realize you can reach, stretch, that light at the end of the tunnel, that is your dream. GRAB it! Have HEART otherwise it will slip through your palms like sand. As a young author, I am hungry.
nd guess what? Its time to eat.
With your help we can feast. The story I tell, are not appetizers, no, they will deliver you a five star meal. I want you to (devour the unknown to digest knowledge.) Take a leap of faith.
See you on the other side... (Please feel free to interpret the quote. )
This post will give you small insights about me. What I like, recently did, or anything in between. So what are you waiting for? Walk in.
That blinding light is waiting for us to step in. Shall we?! I wonder whats on the other side for you? I'm curious, what are your dreams?
When I realized I wanted to be an author, an idea springs to my head and guess what it is? A title! Like a newborn baby, it cried out Rooks of the Raven. This new idea came to life. My journey begins...Rooks of the Raven my debut novel.
Allow yourself to float in a sea of words. Just listen, and let me take you on an expedition. If you haven't yet please check out Rooks of the Raven. The story below is another powerful tale(In my humble opinion) eventually linking the two main characters of each story.
And for those who have read it already. You know Abel and her life. Now I deliver you a different craft. The mesmerizing story that is Six Years Black!
Synopsis of the short story. Syble Green first home was her sanctuary. Her mom new career advancement made them move to the city. To heal the family woes the mother surprises her husband who is equally as hurt by the move with a trip to an art exhibit. After the lovely evening, they drive home. A car collision occurs. That day Syble lost more than one girl should.
Many years later now living a new life, one without sight. Her mother eventually puts a malicious man behind bars. Before the trial, she received threatening messages stating what will happen if she continued. Syble gets captured.
Will She Wither Like A Flower?
We didn't always use to live in the big city. It is nice but I rather spend my time in the past. When memories were real. My imagination so full, I gave birth to new life. Imaginary friends and more. The grass was definitely greener. But its scary now. Unbearable in fact.
“Grand Hill Park” We decide to sit on the bench and eat whats left of our frozen dessert. “You always get the same thing, dad,” I said with an accurately placed annoyed tone. “Try something new next time.” I see a dog walking a woman. No, you read that right. She has no control over the situation.
Thanks for listening. Oh! if you haven't please check out the video below.
I ask if you read Rooks of the Raven please leave a helpful review. Thanks for listening!
Six Years Black coming out shortly. I just have to write it first. I'll start today. (Joking, it's completed.) However, this story deals with a *heavy subject*
***Its better to watch the video first than to read the text above!**
Lastly to my followers(If I even have any). You are the first to see the cover art! Well, besides me, then I guess my designer they did create it after all. But then it is you(no wait, my dog did walk in and saw it before I could shut my laptop screen off. Other than that your the first! Let me know what you think about the cover, and I cannot wait until you guys read this story.
I implore you to check out Rooks of the Raven, read with hunger, and taste what this author has in store for you!
With all my heart, I ask if you could share or like this post. Share my book, Rooks of the Raven or Six Years Black. Use any social media you feel comfortable, anything will help to get the word out. Thanks again!
Stop!!!! I forgot to mention Rooks of the Raven Hardcover will be available soon!!!
For long as I can remember I switched careers too many times to count. Once upon a time, before college, I said I wouldn't mind being a lawyer, firefighter, and many others. Writing was not one of the few careers I sought out. I like to believe the pen choose me and like King Arthur, I pulled it from the stone.
Ever since, it became my weapon for inspiration, stories, and a new voice. Like a benevolent king, I want to conquer the hearts of my fans.
I remember college during my freshmen year. Two friends were talking about how they started a book. Back then that idea muddled with me.
Those guys inspired me.
At that moment I realized something so simple, anyone can do it. For two-semester, I was trying to pursue a fire science degree...Finally, I made a U-TURN
and forged a new path...Where does your path lead you?
Hey guys thanks for watching this short teaser.
I was extremely nervous so please excuse my stiffness and stutters. I am extremely passionate about this project. Everything in this video is done to set the mood(I lost count how many times I had to re-record). There is much more to the story than what you just watched.
This video is meant for you to step in the shoes of my main character Syble Green, who is blind. I thought it be a good idea to give you this visual. To truly understand her story you will need to know what she going through.
*Book cover coming soon*
*The screen turning black is part of the video*
Like a forger, use your pen to carve a weapon. Use it as a weapon with intoxicating prose. Etch new life. Your words, your message should captivate, it allures. People will attack with negative comments, you have to get back up, keep writing. After all, you are the wordsmith! This is your story.
Loyalty is better than royalty. Find yourself a team, have them read or spread your message by word of mouth. Make sure everyone goals are align then achieve it!
Find the Genre
(Yes, people will just as fast point out he/she spelled genre wrong, Your the wordsmith, you wanted something different.
Another way to find your genre. There is a car crash on 31st St. Say the book is a mystery/thriller. Instantly what comes to mind? Was the car tampered with? You want to find clues. You want to know why or how. Say we change it to romance, or family life. Are you crying yet? No? okay, say a family just got back from a wonderful evening event. How badly do you want your audience to weep? Lets test it... A family driving back home after celebrating at an art exhibit, the mother decided to surprise her beloved husband after he sacrificed something he truly loved. Then the accident happens. This time direct the audience... is the family okay? I hope nobody got hurt. Then add this, “Syble, Syble honey. Yes this is an emergency. Yes...a collision.” Six Year Black a short story coming soon!
My goal is to leave my fans craving for more? What I hope to achieve is a story where the audience picks an outcome. That right there is a virus. It leaves them with various questions: Are they going to reunite, will she live, or why did the novel end that way? This virus spreads like a uhm...a disease.
Fans will share the enticing tale they just read. Questions that linger they spread on to a family member or maybe close buddy. "So how do you interpret this part? How/Why did the author do that? Let me know when you finish reading!"
Believe me, it's scary having others review your work. So please as a new author criticize my work if it helps. I do not expect all positive reviews and as a author, it cannot be helped. People will condemn your work, they will put you in the corner that will be a hard setback. Nonetheless, dust of the negative comments and continue. Keep your pen and screen moving. Maintain one idea in mind, there is no guaranteed that everyone will appreciate your work. At this point, it's not just a book that is published. It's your masterpiece.
"I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.” - Thomas A. Edison I admire this. What's your count on?
*Do what you love guys. I cannot stress that enough, you will find something that works!*
The Sun does not Rise for Wealth or Fame
Whatever you inspire to be, its a long journey. The only question is, are you rising solely for the wealth?