I See You…

Mar12

‘I am as constant as the northern star,’ my husband drawl with a twinkle in his eyes, his dark face breaking into an infectious grin. He held me close and planted a quick kiss on my lips, he’d warned me else I would have used his picture. He is a shy man and very kind. I don’t need anyone to tell me how lucky I am to be with him and see him but I don’t want to talk about my husband rather, I want to talk about you, yes, my readers my friends.

You see guys, I’ve got an imagination as wide as the sea and while I was planning on what to do in the office today (after writing a great article for my editor), a wonderful thought just whipped through my wind, what if I could see all of you at once, in one space, time space. I know it’s impossible, we’re all flung in different parts of the globe but what exactly is our connecting reason, what is our fuse, what binds us together?

I am not going to answer that question because it’s obvious anyway, I’m just going to describe what I imagined everyone is doing now. It’s 3 o’clock in the afternoon and Alastair is punching away on his laptop, his daughter strolled in and gave him his camera.

‘Thanks babe,’ he said, thinking of his next photo shoot.

Christy, (she’s a poet) rushed through the door, it was almost past three, her babies would be waiting anxiously in the class and she hated to be the last mother at her daughter’s class. Rosy, stopped to wipe beads of sweat off her forehead, her thought on her next trip, she couldn’t wait for the visit to Venice with Gary, her millionaire boyfriend. Clanmother strolled towards her favourite bookshop, she’d seen a copy of ‘The Feet Of Darkness,’ (written by yours truly) and has determined to get it. Danny Breslin is on his next adventure to Kathmandu. Seanbidd scratched his head, trying to conjure his next piece of magic prose. Uzoma laughed heartily when he landed a new book contract with Random House.

And, I am in the office, typing this, I’ll have to dash out at quarter to three, pick my son from nursery, dash to his brother’s school, branched at his sister’s and head home. The rest of the day would be a blur of chores and work at the home office.

In all, it has been a great day so far and I wish you peace, whatever your circumstances. I am going to write more on my other friends, it’s quiet a long list, running into thousands!

Love you all!

🙂 🙂

To Kill Or Not To Kill?

Nov7

The Kill (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It’ s a little frustrating for me when I kill off some of the characters I don’t like in my novels. Like the current one I am writing now, I had to kill off a guy I loved ( I thought he was going to be good and then decided against it) I noticed he’s got some hidden secrets and so I just had to let him go, if he stayed, it could ruin things for a lot of people (characters).

It’s funny because I actually FEEL my characters… I often questioned their motives, behaviour and reasons they are in the plot. Boring and time-consuming isn’t it? But that’s just me, a realist fiction writer!

I was still battling with my decision when my children came back from school and they asked me about the novel, this conversation ensues between my 6-year-old daughter and myself, her name is Elizabeth.

Me: ”Hey guys, how was school today?”

Elizabeth: ” It was ok mum, how was your writing?”

Me: ”Not bad, I am thinking of killing one of my best characters,” And I told her a little about the plot (She’s written a hundred word story by the way, we’re still looking for publishers, she told me she wanted to be rich like me, I wish!)

Elizabeth: ”I think you should still give him a chance…” then there was a pause and she added, ”Don’t you think you’ll go to jail if you kill XXA (name of the character)

Me: ” No, I won’t, I created him, so I can kill him.” I explained smiling, such innocence.

My son entered my office, ( a cool corner in the house) and the expression on his face was one of uncertainty (he’s ten), he asked politely if he could give his opinion and I agreed.

Samuel: ” Why not ask your readers what they want?”

Me: ”Thanks dear, I’ll put that into consideration.”

And that ended our conversation but I was back to square one, to kill or not to kill? At the end of the day, I decided to give him another chance but I am still going to kill him, soon…

I am a very shy writer, I get so protective of my work so I won’t be asking what you guys think yet until the novel is out.

And I am feeling emotional right now, I have met some wonderful people on this blog journey. Creative, intelligent and brilliant friends and I just want to say I love you guys!

Au revoir…

I’ll be back! (Arnold used to say that in most of his films, right? How weird!)

Who You Chose To Be…

Nov5

English: In January 2009, President of the United States of America, George W. Bush invited then President-Elect Barack Obama and former Presidents George H.W. Bush, Bill Clinton, and Jimmy Carter for a Meeting and Lunch at The White House. Photo taken in the Oval Office at The White House. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Life is about choices, right now in some states, Americans are already voting for their next President, the man who would lead them for the next four years. If Obama did not seek for a re-election, someone else in his party would be standing in his place right now!

But he chose to do it again. Obama could have been selling drugs but he chose to go to school, study hard and make something of his life. Romney ( I don’t really know much about him) chose to get rich and he did.

Where am I going with this you may ask? It’s simple, you can choose to ruin your life or choose to forget about the mistakes of your past, your failures, your bitterness, hurts and forge ahead to break down new barriers.

Like yesterday, I chose not to write a single word of my novel, and today I am itching to start, I can even write more than five thousand words, it’s all about choices.

You can choose to be poor by not going to work or by drinking yourself into a stupor every night, psychiatrists call that addiction right? But I call it bad choices!

And you can choose to sit tight and write a 50,000,00 word novel this month of fiction fever (NaNoWrimo) and win a publishing contract. Or maybe, self publish it and make no sales or… a lot of sales.

Life is about choices and I hope to God, we’ll make the right one today!