My friends tell me I’m crazy about this dream I once had.
They all laugh and mock till my foolish heart bleeds,
For the love it truly needs.
I dreamt of a man,
who took my hand,
and told me I needn’t do much,
just get used to his touch.
How could I?
It was all elusive to me.
you see, love never came to me.
How could I just be?
Yet he whispered in my ear,
told me things that made me shiver,
that promised to deliver.
It felt so real that to this day,
I sit here waiting,
for my dream man.
I desire to never be afraid,
Yet I stand trembling.
I want to be free.
Yet I’m chained to this bed that has me adrift like the sea.
What I want,
Seems more like a haunt.
So I’m Goodreads famous.
For the past couple of weeks, I have been stressing about my book. Whether or not people will love it if it will sell successfully. I expected average reviews. 3-4 stars rating. But to get five? That is absolutely amazing! It’s been an adventure. And now that I’ve gotten my feet wet, I am writing furiously for my second novel. I think all the jitters and kinks have been worked out.
Also, if you guys are interested, click the link below and give the book a look-see.
I love you all,
Sunset is near,
My heart is full and clear.
My muse so suave and attentive,
The definition of cavalier.
My muse and I,
Filled with endless cheer.
Isn’t this wonderful?
An amazing artist I found on Twitter, who sketches writers with their favorite quotes from their own work, creates sketchings to go with it! I love art in all forms, so of course, I said yes! Anyways, tell me what you all think!
The sun was almost fading,
A wind most assuredly aiding,
In the invading night.
Eyes could not believe,
Nor could they conceive,
The awakening of death’s delight.
He kept away,
Always told, or kept at bay.
But not tonight.
Nay, on this night,
This hallowed eve,
He would achieve,
Leave bereft, and give no reprieve.
He had yet until midnight,
And then his leash would be unbound,
Causing others to gasp, and be confound.
There would be no rebound.
The taste of fresh blood, and souls,
Was truly his only goal.
My thoughts are racing,
Time has me chasing,
Still, I sit here debasing myself.
All for you. What do you do?
Before I even come to,
You kiss me on the lips,
Barely even say adieu.
I hate you.
But then I smell your shampoo,
skin encased in bone and sinew.
And my love begins anew.
“One of the greatest discoveries a man makes, one of his great surprises, is to find he can do what he was afraid he couldn’t do.” -Henry Ford
This morning has been nerve-wracking and exciting at the same time. The entire self-publishing process seems to have come to an end for my first book. It releases on Friday on Kobo, Barnes and Noble.com, and Amazon. Everyone who needs to be notified already has, and now here comes the stressed-out part:
One would never guess that waiting could cause anxiety. But it can. When you’ve done all you can, poured your heart and soul into something you treasure, the only thing you can do is wait. Some people will love it, others will hate it, but the only way to truly know is to wait. Still, I commend everyone who has walked before me. Everyone who has taken a chance on their dreams and did what others thought was impossible.
I love you all,
Until my book drops.
I’m so nervous, yet excited. The cover is amazing, and the team I worked with is awesome. I look forward to hearing what people think of the story. It will be available at Barnes and Noble’s website, and Amazon. I’m so stunned that everything came together so well, that I have nothing else to write/add today. Love you all, and until later.
It always seems impossible until it’s done. -Nelson Mandela
Well, the time has finally come. My book has finally been edited, and it’s now being properly formatted. I have everything ready to go, so as soon as I receive the put together work of my book. (Yay) I sit back and wait. November 1st is both nerve-wracking and exciting. I think when I hit the publish button I will stay offline for a couple of days. I may even go to the library and sit in a quiet room or go for a walk outside.
I don’t know about you, but putting myself out there, even in a fiction setting is frightening. People always say that you shouldn’t be nervous, that your work should speak for itself. I know that I’ve told a great story. Whether a person likes it or not isn’t the problem; It’s the exposure. You, as a writer took time out of your day to tell a story. It’s new, and other people have to read it and comment on it. Keyboards warriors are very much a real thing.
I can only hope that my book is received well. I can only pray that another girl out there in the world sees that it is possible. If nothing else, my example can show that you can do whatever your heart desires.