Are Writers Seers Or Plain Old Liars?

May30

It’s strange really, but I do tend to write stories that has a poignantly close resemblance to reality. When I wrote ‘The Feet Of Darkness,’ I wasn’t setting out to save the world but just believed that love can truly work its magic on a vengeful heart. But how some events has played recently, got me thinking – some people would not respond, even if you heap a universe load of love on them.

Someone once called me a liar, in his words,

‘Writers believed they have a complete knowledge of the human psyche, how people behave, what they might do, how they might react, but writers are plain old liars.’

I asked him to expatiate but he scoffed and left me staring hard at his retreating back. I didn’t know what to make of his assertion and I didn’t bother to try. Two days later, I was having my lunch break when my friend wobbled to my side and snatched my sandwich, I was furious.

‘Hey,’ I yelled, ‘bring that back!’

Nope,’ he refused, daring me to charge after him, after weighing my options, I declined and watched open-mouthed as he gobbled it down, belched, and patted his stomach, then left.

When I got home, I wrote a very good story, based on my experience, I didn’t tell my friend that he was the source of my inspiration but his behaviour helped my creative quest. I simply conjure up a character that bore a close resemblance to him. Now, did I lie? No! Spice it up a bit? Oh, I sure did.

My upcoming novel, Cydonia, Rise Of The Fallen was written about four years ago. I just dumped it in my library when I couldn’t get a publisher. That’s all ancient history now, but the events in that book was played out in the Vatican a few months ago. And believe me, I was shocked. When People read ‘Cydonia,’ I’m sure there would be lots of comments about the story line and plot.

In my opinion, I don’t think writers are liars, we just write from deep within, our writings may be significant, or not, but we can’t seem to do any thing else. It’s my pleasure writing this post.

Thanks for reading.

Much love, always!

🙂 🙂

Illusion…

May20

(Photo credit: Krappweis)

We rushed through our days,
We dashed through our nights,

We ploughed and worked through our years,

We toiled and built and heaped on wealth,

We didn’t wait to think;

What is the purpose of it all?

Is everything a mere illusion?

Is there purpose to this life?

Or do we just live like a leaf in the wind?

With no care in the world.

After all, a leaf has no illusion

Of the fate that awaits it.

But if we do wait and pause,

And behold the glory that surrounds us,

At the smile of a new-born,

Or the toothless grin of an old man,

Or the splendour of the morning,

We’ll surely know for a certainty…

That life is not an illusion.

There is a purpose to it all…

Much love dear friends. 🙂

Rights?

May18

( Photo credit: arifhasan)

The burglar crept stealthily through the house, his eyes darting everywhere.

His mission? To steal, to kill and to destroy.

The home owner woke up with a start, his heart in his mouth.

He was sure there was an intruder.

He stood up and made his way downstairs.

And their eyes met.

There was a scuffle and the burglar screamed,

‘I know my rights!’

The home owner yelled,

‘Your rights comes with responsibility.’

‘I know my rights,’ has been the song of the free for a long time, especially in the developed countries. Expectedly, several people have abused this freedom. Imagine the terrorist who killed innocent people, claiming human rights, or convicted criminals trying to buy their freedom through crazy scheming lawyers. I reckon we should all have rights but we shouldn’t trample on other people’s rights as well. We are all the same, brown, black, white, orange or whatever colour, race or creed. We are humans, and we should respect one another.

Just like this beautiful picture taken in Spring time Toronto, that’s how delicate ‘Rights’ are, so beautiful but very fragile…

Thanks for reading my post, have a great weekend friends.

Much love, always. 🙂

The Man (Or Woman) In The Mirror.

May13

I stared hard at the mirror, studying my well-shaped eyebrows. I smiled, I frowned – I did all sorts of things. Like widening my mouth to expose my teeth. I saw all my flaws and my only spectator was my twenty-four month old son.

Why was I doing that? You may wonder. I was doing a bit of soul-searching. During my ‘man in the mirror moment,’ all sorts of thoughts went through my head.

I have been hurt.

I have hurt other people (unknowingly!)

I have been fearful!

Others have robbed me of things.

I saw a fairly pretty woman (believe me I had to make serious effort)

I saw a kind-hearted woman.

I saw a lover.

I saw a wife.

I saw a mother.

I saw a friend.

I saw a woman who wanted to change the world in her own little way.

And then I saw other people as well.

My husband (I love him! even when he refuses to take out the trash!)

Friends, bloggers, writers, (even some of my characters crept in)

I saw the homeless, the orphans, the rich, the Queen, and I zoomed in.

And I saw myself.

And then the song of Michael Jackson slowly fills my mind ( I love his music!)

”I’m starting with the man in the mirror,

telling him to make a change!”

What about you? What do you see when you look in the mirror…

I love you guys, let’s all make a change!

Enjoy the rest of your week!

🙂 🙂

Ancient Secrets!

May9

Evelyn found herself in a dark slimy pit.

She looked around wildly but knew she was alone. She stood up; trying to feel her way around, then heard a low rumbling sound.

Evelyn screamed and it echoed. The sound reverberated and seemed to bounce back on the thin walls. Sobs racked through her body at her desolation. Wherever she was, her destiny was worse than before. She felt a tremor, looked down at her feet, and saw a big opening on the floor. There was a cracking sound and the ground slowly divided into two. She found herself flying to the other side of the pit and when she looked up; the sun was streaming down into the pit.

Surprisingly, a chain materialized from nowhere spinning towards her direction. She grinded her teeth in anticipation as she grabbed the chain but it was so hot it burnt her palms and she screamed out in pain and released it. The gaping hole on the ground was now closing together, Evelyn knelt down and peered inside it as flames of fire spurted out and suddenly, a creature came out of the flames.

He was a very good-looking man.

His hair was dark and curly; his eyes brown and his skin was a bronze like colour, a white robe covered his body.

”Come and I will lead you out of this place but there will be a covenant between us.”

Evelyn stared at the creature and at her surroundings, she had no recollection of how she got into the pit but she did remember her daughter, Caroline. She wanted to get back to her as soon as possible.

”I will do anything, please just get me out of here.” She said desperately; hope lighting up her entire being.

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Hey friends, this is an excerpt from ‘The Feet Of Darkness,’ I hope you like it. One thing I’ve realised about life is this, there are so many ancient secrets lurking beneath the shadows, all around. Look at the Ohio Kidnap – how can three women be held against their will for ten solid years! It defies explanation but that’s how cruel life is…

Here’s a link to the novel if you’re interested.

http://www.amazon.com/The-Feet-Of-Darkness-Overcome/dp/0957593007/ref=tmm_pap_title_0 Amazon US

http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Feet-Of-Darkness-Overcome/dp/0957593007/ref=tmm_pap_title_0 Amazon UK

Do take a moment to hit ‘like’ on Amazon, and if you want to read more, you can buy the book! Have a great day friends.

Much love. 🙂

Your Face!

Apr24

(Photo credit: Leroys)

What’s in a face you may wonder.

The face captures the essence of the soul.

Your face is like the gate-keeper of your destiny.

It defines who you really are.

Your eyes draw people to you like magnet.

Your nose sniffs out success.

Your lips tastes life.

Your teeth sustain you!

Your cheeks impact on your glory.

It puffs up when you’re full and shrinks at your lowest ebb.

Your face is permanently yours.

You can’t divorce your face.

You’re stuck with it!

You might BOTOX it.

Plum it up.

Try to redefine it.

But you can’t go on holiday without it!

You can bleach it white.

Or darken it with suntan creams.

But it’s forever yours!

Your face is beautiful.

Your face is a mystery!

It’s the mirror to your soul.

Take care of your face guys… it would be with you for eternity!

I saw a man today on my way to work, my eyes locked with his for a brief second and we connected briefly. The man’s face stayed with me throughout today. He was an old man, probably tending towards eighty but he looked happy. I couldn’t help thinking of the kind of life he’d lived to that moment when we passed by each other like breeze on a country side. The writer in me sprung to life and when I got home, I penned this words. I hope you like it!

Much love to you my friends!

🙂 🙂

NP: This is my 100 post! How times fly…

No Secret Ingredient

Apr23

I watched this interesting film on Saturday, ‘Kunfu Panda.’ (It’s a great film, the story line is simply awesome!)

What really struck me about the film was when Po‘s dad told him something which really caught my attention. This duck dude, who was famed for his special noodles said,

‘There is no Secret Ingredient!!!…To make something special you just have to believe it’s special.’

Everyone thought Po’s dad had a secret ingredient which made his noodles tastier and different. But he simply believed in himself and his ability to make a great noddle.

You just have to believe in YOURSELF, your marriage, your friends, your job… Yeah, your job!

Self belief and self-confidence is not being cocky, or damn too sure of yourself. It is having the belief that you can scale greater heights… and succeed.

If you feel you’re worthless, believe me – you are, and why is that? You’ll start behaving in a worthless way, doing things that makes you agree with your thought processes! But the good news is – because you FEEL something doesn’t make it right! You can actually change your thinking! You can rise above your self doubts and lack of confidence.

And I think it’s really simple.

Every morning when you wake up, look in the mirror and say,

‘I can do anything I want to do today!’ (Positive things!)

And believe me, you can, when you believe!

Have a great day everyone!!

Much love, always.

:):)

A Writer’s Friend!

Apr4

Writers are artists, they either write for people to read or just write because they love to. In this digital age of publishing, some writers are clueless on how to promote their books, it’s a different terrain and it could be daunting. I belong to the school of writers who write for a living but would continue to write regardless of the money factor.

I can’t call myself a great publicist, it’s funny but I could be shy, not always but sometimes. You can also describe me as a hermit who rarely venture outside unless it’s absolutely necessary. Work, home, church, take kids to school, work, back home, dinner, write and write and write!

My life is so predictable but I love it! I’m so glad I got that out of my chest!

Now, where am I going with this you may wonder? Well, I have decided to promote a couple of my friends who are writers. They’ve done the same for me, so I’m basically reciprocating their good gestures. Writers need other writers as friends, writers need readers as friends and I guess we can do this one step at a time, as my husband used to say, ‘a single tree cannot make a forest.’ And I think he’s right.

Today I’m going to feature Charity Parkerson, an award-winning author (she’s won several awards, most of her books are on one bestseller list or another)

Here she is:

Charity Parkerson!

The Book Cover!

Blurb:

Their love was legendary, cursed, and forbidden.
The fates conspired to keep them apart, but destiny will bring them together again…
When one of their own becomes the target of a demon bent on revenge, the Society will do anything to keep her safe, including stealing a God from the Heavens.
Heru, son of Geb, once sold his soul to forget her, and now he’ll give anything to keep her safe.
Gods and Demons collide in the final instalment of Charity Parkerson’s award-winning “Sinners” series.

Excerpt:

“I dreamed about you last night.” Heat flooded her face at the confession. She knew it must be the shade of a strawberry, but she lifted her eyes to his, holding his stare steadily, as if daring him to mock her words. For a moment, she could have sworn a look of triumph passed over his face, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared.

“What was the dream about?”

Marissa had thought that it was impossible to be any more embarrassed than she already was, but at his question, she discovered a whole new level of humiliation.

“Um,” she stuttered before admitting, “I don’t want to tell you.”

“Oh,” he crowed. “It was that kind of dream, was it?” While his eyes were shining with mirth, her face was on fire, and she really wanted kick him.

“Shut up,” she hissed.

“Ever as you command,” he said, but she could still hear the laughter in his voice.

Fanning her face, Marissa practically danced in place in her discomfort.

“Are you having some sort of fit?” Adriana, Marissa’s mom, asked, slicing through her mortification.

Marissa had not heard her approach and she shot a nervous glimpse at the tree line to find Harold gone.

“I was attempting a spell.” Marissa answered Adriana’s question absently while searching for any sign that Harold was still hanging around. When her mom remained silent, Marissa glanced over to find her watching her closely, and she pasted a fake smile on her face in order to ease her mother’s obvious concern.

“Okay,” Adriana said, drawing out the word and sounding as if she didn’t believe her, which was a spot-on observation, since Marissa was lying.

Buy Links:

Amazon- US- http://ow.ly/jtGfn

Amazon –UK- http://ow.ly/jtu8c

Barnes & Noble: http://ow.ly/ju66m

Kobo: http://ow.ly/jyysl

Smashwords: http://ow.ly/jy5yh

All Romance Ebooks: http://ow.ly/ju3ob

About the Author:

Charity Parkerson was born in Tennessee, where she still lives with her husband and two sons. She is the author of several books including thirteen Amazon bestsellers. You can like her at http://www.facebook.com/authorCharityParkerson. Be sure to visit her at http://www.charityparkerson.com and you can read her blog at http://charity-thesinners.blogspot.com

Her “Sinners series” was voted one of the top ten best books by an Indie author in 2011- Paranormal Romance Reads

Her book “The Danger with Sinners” was named “Best Book of 2012” by Paranormal Reads Reviews and is a finalist for Favorite Paranormal Romance in the 2012 Australian Romance Readers Association Awards.

She was named as one of the top three Indie authors of 2012- EbookBuilders

She is a member of The Paranormal Romance Guild, is a Goodreads moderator, a member of Coffee Time Romance, and co-host of The Melissa Craig and Charity Parkerson show.

She won author of the week in August of 2011, and is a four-time winner of The Mistress of the Darkpath.

You can follow her on Twitter @https://twitter.com/CharityParkerso

Additional Links:

Amazon

Barnes & Noble

Smashwords

Punk & Sissy Publications

Here is it folks, I appreciate your friendship always, hope you’ll check out Charity’s books, she’s a fantastic writer.

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A great friend of mine interviewed yours truly a couple of days ago, to those who’ve seen it, thanks a million, to those who haven’t here’s the link again! http://eyebeforee.com/2013/04/01/eyebeforeseyi/

I’ll be back!! (Like Arnold Schwarzenegger!)

Enjoy the rest of your day!!

Much love. 🙂

You Came Naked…

Mar19

(Photo credit: Benedeki)

The plane descended very fast, the hairs at the nape of Daniel’s head stood on end, ‘is this the end?’ he thought desperately, But there was nothing he or the captain of the plane could do as the pilot and co pilot battled with the controls. The voice of the air hostess was high-pitched as she tried to calm the fearful passengers.

In the midst of the chaos. One man sat unperturbed, trying to drink from the can of coke in his hands though the contents spilled all over him. Daniel noticed the strange man, and as the man munched away, eating as if he was in a picnic, Daniel screamed,

‘Hey mister, aren’t you afraid?’

‘Afraid of what?’ the man asked, a smile on his face.

‘We are all going to die!’ Daniel would have loved to punch the smirk off the man’s face but he was risking his life for even talking.

‘Yes, I know,’ the man said with a cheeky grin, ‘You came naked and death smiles at us all, the only thing you can do is to smile back, besides, the pilot is my friend, he’s going to land this plane safely if it’s the last thing he does.’

And then there was a loud bang…

Twenty hours later, Daniel woke up in a hospital, he looked round and heave a deep sigh of relief, he was alive, that was the only thing that mattered to him. The door of the room opened and the same man he spoke to on the plane entered, his grin was still in place.

‘I told you my friend would land the plane, and nobody died!’

The man left and Daniel closed his eyes as the man’s words rang shrilly in his mind, ‘You came naked…’

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Life is not so short as I used to say, we live in a timeless universe, everything around us pulsates with power. Look at Shakespeare, he’s still alive today, through his works. When we are no more, believe me, we’ll still be living, in the minds of others. Therefore, Let us live well!

The short story above is just a figment of my imagination and not an excerpt from ‘Tales Of Five Lies.’

I was playing around with Photoshop yesterday and changed the cover of ‘Tales Of Five Lies,’ What do you think?

Here’s the link, http://www.amazon.co.uk/Tales-Of-Five-Lies-ebook/dp/B0096W3PZ0/ref=tmm_kin_title_0

I’m working offline a lot now, organising and promoting ‘The Feet Of Darkness’ and sales have been great! :). It’s nice writing a short story again and I’ll go back to reading more blogs! Wherever in the world you are, enjoy the rest of your day!

Much love. 🙂

A Coup In The White House? ( I See You…)

Mar14

‘Yes, Mr President,’ Obama Diary replied and sniffed, his right hand rested on the ‘Resolute desk.’ I walked into the Oval office with a limp, the west wing of the white house (had no idea what that is) was in the hands of the coup plotters. I am the director of the CIA and the information had filtered to me about the coup prior to its execution, the problem is, I couldn’t do anything to stop it, the coup plotters aren’t human, they are out of this world (aliens… machines!)

‘Mr President,’ I began and cleared my throat, ‘I know some great people, kind, loyal to our great nation..’

‘Cut to the chase woman and tell us who these men are.’

My eyebrow shot up in suppressed rage, ‘who said anything about men Mr. President?’

The President gave me a stony glare and I continued,

‘ReadingPleasure, she’s a blogger but one of the fiercest fighter I’d ever seen, Boomie nee Olubunmi, she’s a martial artist with a black belt for her trouble, she’ll probably write a poem to dissuade the plotters. There’s also Jueseppi B http://theobamacrat.wordpress.com/, a friend of your PA,’ and I motioned towards Obama Diary, whose dark penetrative eyes had regained some colour. To cut to the chase like you suggested, the leader of this great men and women is silentlyheardonce. She’s never been defeated before, a simple look from her and the plotters are dead metals.’

‘Bring them in,’ the President said quietly, his brown eyes had gone a shade darker. I moved towards the door and remembered another thing.

‘By the way Mr. President, the print edition of ‘The Feet Of Darkness,’ is out, there would be a party… after the plotters had been arrested of course.’

The President gave me a forced grin, he looked tired. I walked to the room where my WordPress pals are waiting. We are going to save the world! ( I meant to say, the white house of course!)

http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Feet-Of-Darkness-Overcome/dp/0957593007/ref=tmm_pap_title_0#_ (Amazon UK)

http://www.amazon.com/The-Feet-Of-Darkness-Overcome/dp/0957593007/ref=tmm_pap_title_0 (Amazon US)

N.P: This is just a figment of my imagination and an update on my recent post ‘I See You…’ https://seyisandradavid.org/2013/03/12/i-see-you/ It’s all fiction but the part about ‘The Feet Of Darkness’ is true. The paperback is finally out, it’s available on several online retailers and bookshops would soon be stocking it across the country. I’m working on the promos and stuff. There would be an update every now and then. Book signings are also planned in London, might have virtual book tours too, if you want me to tour your blog, do let me know by contacting me on seyisandradavid@gmail.com (my google email is safe… and yahoo too)

Thank you friends for all your support and love, I’m grateful!

🙂 🙂