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Short Story Sunday #2

11 Jan

Title: The Writer and The Mother
Word count: 1900.

The Writer and The Mother
Sandra Charmer was seated on a soft chair with a laptop in front of her. Warm fuzzy socks covered her feet and a hot steaming cup of coffee was resting near the laptop. After what happened the last time she had a cup of liquid so close to her computer, one might think she’d have at least learnt something. Oh well, that’s’ a story for another time.

She was typing away and wore a smile of her face. Such days were rare-days that oozed of nothing but inspiration and juicy ideas. She was in the zone. To hell with writer’s block; in that moment, the words were flowing from her like a river. She’d been at it for hours and now that she was going to impress her editors with her latest idea, all she felt was pride and joy. Her son was in the next room watching cartoons.

Being a writer hadn’t always been easy for Sandra. There was a time when she almost gave up on it all and settled for a 7-6 job. It was hard, and it was depressing. Something had to be done to pay the bills. Sacrifices had to be made. She’d lost all hope of ever having her work out there. That was when she’d first gotten out of college. A major in English with a 1 year old son, no husband or boyfriend to speak of and her family all but non-existent. Life seemed bleak. It was a trying time.

The upside was that she’d managed to get a job in a quaint little library in town and though it was close to something she loved-books- it wasn’t quite as satisfying as she’d have liked. She wanted to write, her fingers itched with the need of it. She wanted to share the world as she saw it in her eyes, she wanted to touch people’s lives and inspire, using nothing more than words.

So for a year, she worked her little bum off and managed to pay the bills. The library wasn’t half bad. She could afford a sitter for her son, she could put food on the table and life went on. Boringly. All the while, she’d write a couple of words after work and as time went by the words increased and increased until it became something that resembled an actual novel. Believing in yourself can breed the most amazing results.

Her big break came almost a year after that. After trying and failing with each publishing house she approached, she finally decided to go the non-traditional route and just put her book online. Social media was a gift she was grateful for and thank the heavens for ebooks. Working in a library had come in handy as well because she found it easy to tell readers about her book. In such situations, you have to use every weapon at your disposal. The fact that most of those readers had blogs was the icing on the bibliophile’s beautiful cake. Her book got more love than she’d anticipated and the e-book that was selling for nothing more than peanuts at first got a major boost and she actually made some money. It’d felt so good.

Then like a really good dream you wouldn’t want to wake up from, she’d gotten approached by an actual publishing house. It was small and up and coming but it was still a publishing house. You have to jump at every opportunity that presents itself to you, no matter how small. She was finally going to lose the ‘self-published’ tag and she couldn’t have been prouder. It’d all felt surreal to her. Her next novel was published and just like the first, it’d gotten the buzz it deserved. Sandra was making her mark on the literary world.

For a while at least.

Not all books turn out to be best sellers and no matter how much of your blood, sweat and soul you pour in your work, sometimes it’s just never enough to make the dent you need or want. It’s the unfairness and cruelty of life.

All these happenings sort of got her accustomed to a certain way of life and shaped her to be the writer that she’d turned out to be-Which brings us to this most eventful day that had started with her bathing and feeding her son. Sandra was still typing when her phone buzzed. It was the editor and owner of the publishing house, Edna.

“Hello, Edna. So good to hear from you.” She said, her smile was still on her face. It was a good day after all. She’d typed so much that she couldn’t have been prouder if she tried. She had a good feeling about her latest work in progress.

“Sandy, I’m afraid I have some bad news.” Edna said, “You know how I care about you, right? Thanks to your books, my business was a major success.” Her voice made Sandra hold her breath. What could be so bad that Edna would call personally?

“Okay. What’s the problem?”

“The sales of you last books have been less than satisfactory. We’ve talked about this before but now, we can’t just keep ignoring it.” That didn’t sound good. It didn’t sound good at all. “The series just isn’t gaining the momentum that we would like. We’re going to have to let you go.” Edna said.

The air felt thin as soon as Sandra heard the last part. She knew that after the success of her first two books, the others were a bit…underappreciated. Readers found them lacking. The series wasn’t close to even having a 3.5 star rating. But to be let go? That was just awful.

“Edna, c-come on. I’m working on a fantasy YA. I know it’s still a work in progress but it’s good. I can feel a best-seller coming up. Don’t do this. You have t-“

“Sandy, please.” Edna pleaded. “Don’t make this harder than it already is.”

“Hear me out at least. I know what my readers like and this book will-“

“The decision is final. I’m sorry.”

“What am I supposed to do now? Writing is all I know.” She thought about her son and all his needs. She thought about how it would be if she couldn’t write any more. It felt like she was being asked to cut off a piece of herself. An arm or a leg. It killed her, inside and out.

“Listen, over the years we’ve become friends and I care about you but this isn’t personal. I have to think about my company. We can’t keep making loses. I’ve put it off for long enough because you’re my friend. Because I owed you that much.” Edna’s voice was laced with so much sadness and sincerity that it almost broke Sandra even more than she already was.

She wanted to plead. She wanted to ask for a second chance. She would work harder and push more. She’d make sure that her next book would be loved. She’d do anything. Anything was better than being let go. It felt like she was once again letting her dream slip her by. It shattered her.

With a lump in her throat she managed to say, “Thank you. For the chance you gave me. Even if it was just for a while, at least I lived my dream.” It was a miracle that she was even being coherent in her thoughts and words. He mind was slowly turning to mush. Comprehending the situation was getting harder and harder.

“I really am sorry.” There was a deafening silence as neither one spoke, “this isn’t the end though. You’re a talented writer. Something will give. Take care okay.” Edna said and finally hung up. The kind words well appreciated, they were welcomed but they still didn’t ease Sandra’s aching heart.

Sandra just sat there for a few minutes, the phone still held to her ear. Through teary eyes she looked at the computer screen, her potential masterpiece stared back at her. The room felt like it was spinning. How was she going to move past this?

Bottling it up wasn’t helping and being frozen and glued to her seat was becoming a pain. So, she did the one thing that came into her mind. She shoved the cup of coffee away and screamed. She screamed and hoped it would hurt less. The poor mug hit the ground and smashed into a dozen pieces that scattered all over the floor and the beverage spilled everywhere. Damn. That was going to stain. Great, just great.

She heard the pitter-patter of tiny feet behind her and then the sweetest voice reached her ears, “Mom, your favowite cup is bwoken.” Her son, Chris, said. He was inching closer to her.

“Sweetie, please don’t get any closer.” She wiped her tears and walked to him. Upon reaching him, she knelt so that she was almost at his level. “There’s broken glass everywhere, you’ll hurt yourself, okay?” she gave him a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Mommy, what’s wong? You have tears.” He wiped the trail of wetness with his small, chubby fingers. Her son had never seen her cry and the realisation that he could notice something like that undid her.

“Nothing, sweetie.” She hugged him and held him close, hoping and wishing that he could feel her love and care from that very hug. “I just got something in my eyes. That’s all.”
She broke the hug and ruffed up his hair. “Now, be a good boy and let mommy clean up this mess.” She gave him a smile, no point worrying her son. As a mother, sheltering him from such was her duty. “Go and watch your cartoon. Once I’m done we can watch Finding Nemo together.”

His face lit up upon hearing that and then he turned and started rushing off. After a couple steps he stopped and ran back, ”I wove you mommy.”

Sandra hadn’t planned on shedding any more tears but hearing that led to them pouring out shamelessly. She hugged him tight and then kissed his forehead. “I love you sweetie.” And she did. With every single part of her. “Now go, mommy has to clean that mess up.”

He left and she remained squatting there. Thinking. Wishing. Her son was the light in her life. Her everything. There were times when days got so stressful and hard but looking at his tiny beautiful face always brought a smile to her face. He was her joy. He washed all the pain and hardness away with nothing more than him simply looking at her with his big eyes full of life and potential.

Eventually, she got up and started picking up the broken pieces of the mug. She was extra careful not to cut herself. Though she doubted anything could match the pain and hurt she was already in.

She loved writing; it was a part of who she was. From the second she’d written her first story when she’d just been 8, she knew it’s what she wanted to spend her life doing. She didn’t want to do anything else. It’d become a huge part of her now that it felt almost like breathing. A necessity. So, what was she going to do now? She had enough money saved up to continue living a comfortable life. What about when she runs out?

For her son and her dream, she would climb a freaking mountain. For her son, she’d pick herself up and try once more. For her son, she’d get a 6-6 job.

-Till next time-

So short stories are hard. Tell me what you thought. Yeah, I can’t remember the last time I was near a toddler so I may have embellished on the dialogue. lol

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Short Story Sunday #1

4 Jan

Hi guys, so this is just a new segment for my blog. On sundays I’ll be posting short stories that are from the ‘My writing’ folder on my laptop. Hopefully I can be posting weekly. It’s just a way for me to practice my writing and I’d appreciate your comments and feedback.

Note: The story you’re about to read was first posted on FF. I wrote it last year. I wanted it to be the first one that goes under my Short Story Sunday before I start sharing anything fresh 😀

TITLE: Just Her Luck…
Word Count: 2000

If there was one word that could be used to describe me other than boring or predictable, it would have to be…average.

I am of average height. I got average results in college and I was probably going to attend an interview that will take me one step closer to having an average job, so I can look forward to an average pay check. Pretty dull if you ask me.

The only thing about me that is beyond average is my hair. Most people who looked at me would think I was trying to rebel against society or something. Like it’s the last stand of a post teen female in her quest to be noticed or stand out. Because let’s face it, how many normal people walk around with pink hair? How many of those people are 22 year olds? My guess is, not that many.

The day I was going for my job interview at Lloyd and Daka started out like any normal day. I remember it very well because it’s a day that’s etched deeply and painfully in my brain. I’d gotten up, taken a quick shower and put on a tight fitting, knee length little black dress with my one good pair of platform heels. Lloyd and Daka was the most successful law firm in Ching City. Unfortunately for me, I didn’t study law and so my job interview was as a personal assistant.

The job market was a joke and so when I got the call for the interview, you can imagine my surprise and if I’m honest…my joy. It was going to be my big break. My one shot at making something of my life.

I left the loft I was sharing with my crazy room mate. By crazy I don’t mean, ‘padded cell and meds’ crazy but more like crazy spontaneous. I like her. We have been friends since high school and she is so close to me I sometimes see her as my sister. My crazy sister. She hadn’t come home the night before. She’d been on another one of her nights out with her boyfriend. Good for her.

Being an only child and coming from an average family, you can guess where I stand when it comes to wheels. I don’t have a car. If I should over share, I might as well mention that I have never even owned a bicycle. So it was walking and getting on buses and cabs for me.

One thing to be grateful for that day was that it wasn’t raining anymore. It had poured cats and dogs the night before but as I was walking on the sidewalk that day, the only reminder that it was the rain season was the wet ground and the puddles in the busy streets.

I was seriously rethinking wearing heels this high. Maybe I should’ve put on flats until I was near the interview building. But as I continued walking, I knew it was too late to do anything about it. Turning back would mean risking being late.

My stomach rumbled. Damn it. Just great. I’d forgotten to have breakfast. My phone suddenly buzzed and I found it was a text from my room mate and friend. The crazy one.

Her text was just wishing me all the best in my interview. See what I meant? She’s the best. I sent her a quick ‘thanks’. Note to self: Remember to turn the phone off.

I put my phone away and right after that, before I even had a chance to look up, I bumped into someone. I stumbled and struggled to keep myself standing and in my attempt not to fall, my heel broke and I almost fell to the damp ground.

The guy I had bumped into tried to help me. He ended up smearing mustard all over my dress instead. The hot dog he’d been about to eat fell, travelling down the length of my dress in a trail of gooey yellow until it reached the dirty, wet ground. The folder containing my credentials dropped to the ground as well.

I was only relieved because it was made of plastic and the papers inside were all safe.

“Shit!” I swore. No. No. No. How the heck was I supposed to attend an interview when I looked like I’d just been molested by hotdogs and mustard?

“Are you okay?” he enquired.

“Do I seriously look okay?” I picked up the folder, looked at my ruined dress and felt my heart sink, “Look what you just did to my dress and shoes.” I stood awkwardly, one leg higher than the other, feeling like tears were going to pour from my eyes any second. I didn’t even have any glue on me. My poor heels.

“Maybe not such a good idea to wear heels if you can’t walk in them.” His voice was calm and low. “But judging by your hair, I take it you are not a person known to make good decisions.”

“Excuse me?!” what the hell? I looked up at him and stared into his dark eyes. His lips curved in an annoying smirk. The son of a bitch actually had the audacity to smirk at me. I was livid.

“Hey, don’t bite my head off because you were too busy texting and acting like a teen instead of actually looking where you were going.” He put his hands in his pants pockets, making his tailored suit look even more fitted.

“Are you seriously going to blame me for this? You’re the one stuffing yourself with a hotdog in the early morning and rubbing mustard all over my dress.”

“Okay, my bad.” he looked me straight in the eyes and I could see the amusement in his, “Though I doubt it looked any better before.” He said under his breath but I heard him loud and clear. My blood boiled over. The hot dog seller faced away like he was embarrassed for me. How had the day turned out like this?

“You rude ass.” I said. My nostrils flaring like a bull about to charge towards a matador.

His laughter came out throaty and some of his pitch black hair came on his face. He ran his hands through it and it just annoyed me more, “That’s not very ladylike.”

“Ladylike?” I snorted. “And this isn’t funny. I am far from feeling like a lady right now, so I sure as heck will not act like one.” I bent over to get the heel that had detached from my one good shoe. Yeah, I knew I should have worn flats until I reached the building.

“Sir, we have to get going.” A muscular man stood next to us and motioned that the rude hotdog-eating man follow him.

The black haired man sighed and put his hand back in his pocket. “I guess we do.” He started walking away, “Oh, one more thing…” Reaching in his jacket, he grabbed his wallet and took out 5 notes, the highest denomination, which he put in my hands, “get yourself a better dress and new shoes.”

I slapped his hand away and the money dropped to the ground. “Screw you. I don’t need your money. So what, you think because daddy dearest can bend to your will and get you everything you desire, that it’s okay to treat people like this? You are pathetic.” I spat out.

He recoiled a bit and then smirked again. “Well, aren’t you a feisty one.” He walked away, leaving the money on the ground, “Get the money or don’t, I don’t really care. That foolish poor person’s pride will get you nowhere.” He climbed in the back seat of the expensive looking car and opened the window slightly, “Though I must add, between the one who has a personal driver and the one who is standing on the pavement with one shoe on and covered in mustard, who is really looking pathetic? Mmh?”

My lips twitched in annoyance and I thought I would scream out. “You rich people are all the same. Dicks, through and through.”

He smirked at me and the window started closing. “Good day.” The car drove off, leaving me fuming and wishing I had a gun or something. I got my phone and saw that I still had forty minutes till my interview time.

There had to be a cheap boutique with formal wear around here somewhere. Screw that infuriating son of a bitch and his money. I looked at the notes still by my feet. They stayed there for a second, taunting me, laughing at me. Then they blew away and a homeless man nearby dove for them. A huge smile formed on his face. Christmas had come early. Better him than me, I didn’t need that guy’s hand-outs.
What an ass.

With a frown on my face, I rushed awkwardly down the street, wearing one high heeled shoe and one broken one. This was probably what people referred to as a walk of shame. I finally saw a promising little boutique. It had in stock various designs of suits and dresses. The pencil skirts looked great and the bodycon dresses looked even better. The best part was that they were all affordable. I picked up a knee-high navy blue formal dress and black heels. I knew it was not a planned shopping outing and it would come and bite me in the ass later on but I still gave the cashier my debit card. Once I got the job, the money would be replaced.

I put the soiled LBD in a bag and started off for my destination.


So, despite the crapstatic luck I’d had earlier, I’d managed to make it in time with 10 minutes to spare. Thanks universe, so maybe you aren’t a complete bitch after all. I walked to the receptionist and told her my business. She directed me to the elevator and told me the interviews were being conducted on the 10th floor.

Taking the elevator to the 10th floor, my heart started racing. The elevator door finally opened once I had reached the right floor and I took in a deep breath before I stepped out. My heels tapping as I took each step.

There were about five girls waiting in the foyer. Competition. I walked to the desk where a beautiful blonde was sitting. She looked more Victoria’s Secret Angel than personal assistant.

“Good morning.” I said, a smile on my face. “My name is Kristen Hamis. I have an interview at 9 o’clock.”

“Good morning. You are just in time.” She
replied, “Please take a seat. There is still someone in the office at the moment.”

“Thank you.” I told her and made my way to the seats. A smile was on my face as I said hi to the other girls.

Sitting down, my feet on the floor and the folder on my laps, I prepared to wait until my time came. My strength left me when I saw one distraught girl running out of the large office with the glass doors and walls. She was in tears and held her papers to her chest.

How tough was the interviewer?

The girl behind the desk shook her head and picked up the phone. She listened for a second and then put it back down. My heart raced.

“Miss Hamis,” I heard the blonde woman call for me, “he’s ready for you.” She gave me a smile that told me to be strong, or maybe I was just imagining it. Why would she offer me comfort?

My feet stood firmly on the ground and straightened my dress. Putting one foot in front of the other, I made my way to the office praying I didn’t come out of there in tears as well. I pushed the glass door and entered. I pushed further inside and the man seated by the table looked up at me. His black eyes made contact with brown ones and he smirked. My heart stopped beating. My legs froze where they stood. Oh God, please, no.

How much bad luck could one girl possibly have? My interviewer, my potential employer, my possible boss…was the jerk from the hot dog stand.

I immediately said bye to any hopes of getting this job. I’d called him a dick, an ass and told him ‘screw you’ right to his face. I was doomed. This was over for me.

“Good morning Miss Hamis, I’m Josh Lloyd…junior.” He stood up from his seat and gestured to the one opposite his, “Please, do take a seat.”

My legs couldn’t move as I looked at his clearly amused face. He obviously remembered me.

I took it back…the universe is a complete bitch.

The end.


I wanted the first one to be slightly long 🙂

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Top Ten 2015 Bookish Resolutions

30 Dec

Hi. Howdy. Konnichiwa. Salaam. Ola. Shalom. Mulishani 😀 I hope you enjoyed the festivities…whatever it is you celebrate .

So, I know I missed last week’s top ten. I feel awful and bad about it. It couldn’t be helped really. Life got in the way (holidays) and by the time I got to typing, it was already freaking Wednesday. There was no way I was going to send a Top Ten Tuesday blog post on a freaking Wednesday like a Day-confused psycho…nope. The saying “Better late than never” didn’t apply here…at all. I can wear one of those cute panties that say ‘Tuesday’ on a Wednesday, well, cause who really is going to be judging me for that? It is called underwear and unless am an eccentric flasher or Miley Cyrus, none of you would know just what’s under my skinny jeans, would you? I’m rambling again, aren’t I?

Anyway, on to a bit more seriousness.

Top Ten Tuesday is a weekly meme hosted by The Broke and the Bookish. This week’s topic is Top Ten Goals/ Resolutions for 2015. They have to be book and blog related of course. Sounds exciting and simple enough, right?

Now, before I begin, I must confess that I suck at keeping my resolutions. By the time it’s like the second week of January, I almost always revert to my old ways and feel like such a failure for not improving and achieving anything I set out to do. So, this time I’ll set goals that I can actually achieve. There will be no ‘become besties with J. K Rowling’ or ‘become a New York time’s bestselling author by February 14th’ on my list. What you’ll get are real goals that will help me grow as a reader, blogger and wannabe writer.
Here I go…

  1. Finish writing at least one book
  2. If you were to stumble upon my laptop, you’d find my documents folder full of unfinished writing projects. I don’t know what is wrong with me, but after all the typing and badass talking (yes I said it, badass) I do, I am yet to have a finished project I can proudly share and talk about. So, for 2015, hopeful I can check this one of my list. 365 days, seems manageable, right?

  3. Review every single book I read
  4. I read a lot of books but I don’t always post reviews for them. Either on my blog or on good reads. Mostly it has to do with not wanting to post a bad review of someone’s work. After my 50 shades of Grey rant, I swore never to have such a post again. I know that I can review bad books in a more mature way and so hence this goal.

  5. Read at least 4 classics
  6. There are a lot of people who claim that classic novels can be boring and so they avoid them, except during English class or Literature when they have no choice. You know, since it’s a ‘read or flunk’ situation. I have quite a number of the good old classics in ebook format but haven’t gotten around to reading them. I’d like to change that for 2015.

  7. Discover and endorse at least 10 deserving up and coming authors.
  8. I’m sure if you’ve been following my posts for a while now, you’ve kind of seen that I have gone on a personal crusade of helping out new authors. For 2015, I’d love to talk to you guys about some really great authors that deserve to be read.

  9. Catch up on some recommended book series
  10. My sister has recommended a lot of book series to me but I haven’t yet started any of them. The plots look great and I know when I review them, even you my followers will like them.

  11. Read more books by male authors
  12. This had been on my mind for a very long time now. I rarely read books by male authors and this is something I’d love to work on. If you have any good books that you can recommend to me, leave me a comment or link up with me on my goodreads account. If you’re a male author, do share your work with me. Think of it as ‘self-endorsing’:)

  13. Participate in new reading challenges hosted by fellow book bloggers
  14. This will be a great way for me to read a wider variety of new books. I’m in quite a number of groups on goodreads but I’d very much like to be involved in challenges that are on WordPress as well. It would also be a great way to interact with people I share an interest with. If you have reading challenges on your blog, just send me a link or something.

  15. Read 101 books
  16. Hahaha, so 101 is a random number, right? Why not 100 or 99? Well, that’s beside the point. I just want to read over 100 books next year. Think of all the different worlds and realms I’ll be transported to. I can’t wait. *excited*

  17. Do at least 10 Author interviews
  18. This one falls under the helping new writers have a bigger audience and what better way than to give them a chance to talk about their work and aspirations that an interview. I’ve been meaning to interview Candace Nicole Werts for a while now, but as usual life got in the way.

  19. Have a contest segment on my blog
  20. This will be a great way to interact with my followers and give something back. I love contests, especially writing ones, but really I just want to have any form of contest on my blog. I feel like having a really successful blog and have a ‘giveaway’ segment where followers can get free books (not mine of course lol). Amazon has enough books waiting to be bought and I’m thinking of being in a sharing mood come 2015.

So there you have it. If you want to be part of the list making lovers and have your own Top Ten Tuesday segment on your blog, check out the link I gave somewhere up there. Lists are awesome.

What are some of your 2015 bookish resolutions?

And hey happy holidays.

The Hard Truth About Writing and Being Published.

21 Dec

So my WordPress app is still being a total bitch. (cough cough) Pardon my French. You know, I’ve never really understood that phrase. Pardon my French. Do the French like curse a lot or something? It’s a weird phrase if you ask me. You might think after two decades of being on this earth that I would have the good sense to know something as old and as common as that. There is probably an entire history about it somewhere on Google and I’m just being too lazy to find out…as usual. Anyway, enough of that, I’m going off topic aren’t I? No surprise there. My mind tends to wander. It’s a miracle I can even blog without it being about a million topics jumbled into one pile of hot, steaming doodoo. (I’m gross, I know…so unlady-like.)

Anyway…the point I’m trying to put across is that I’m still unable to upload images. It’s a major suck-fest. Now what this means is that I can’t post my reviews anymore –it would be awkward posting a review without the book cover to show you just what I’m talking about. Or maybe that’s just me.

This post is about something that’s very close to my heart-well, it has become closer to my heart recently as I’m getting older but that’s beside the point- and this ‘something’ is getting published. Putting your book out there. Being discovered or whatever way we can put it. You get me, right? I hope you do. Please tell me you do.

Please note that the ‘Truth’ in the title of this post is to be taken lightly because let’s face it, whichever way you think of it, this is nothing more than my opinion. Nothing more, nothing less…but do read on. Opinions are awesome, especially mine. 😀 (just kidding)

Obviously most book lovers have attempted to write a book of their own and even went as far as fantasizing about being published and being a best seller. (cough cough) Yours truly included. It’s a good dream.

Now what I have on my mind is with so many books coming out each day-most of them self-published-, are we really getting the best that the literary community can offer? Are the books we are making our eyes look at and our sponge like brains swallow up like a…well like a sponge, the epitome of writing? I’m saying this because I was following the hype that came up following YouTube sensation Zoella aka Zoe Sugg’s debut novel “Girl Online”. She was being compared to J.K Rowling and how her debut sales were way better. I’m yet to read the book but the blurb looks interesting and like something I can enjoy. But J.K Rowling? Come on. J.K is a legend. A goddess among mere men. She opened my eyes to a universe I never would have imagined and made me believe we can all defeat our demons and though loss hurts and shatters our lives, brighter days always follow. The woman gave us one of the best stories I’ve ever read and invited me in a world that made me wish I had gotten my letter on my eleventh birthday-I’m still upset that I didn’t.

I think I’m just biased so ignore that little rant.

Anyway the argument that most readers of Zoe’s book were making or at least trying to let everyone know was that the only reason she even got a book deal in the first place was because she was already famous and well known. Most of the reviews for the book have almost the same wording. Others wrote that she wouldn’t have gotten that book published had she been any random new and aspiring writer-That the book was plain and had nothing special about it. Now as you already know, I haven’t read the book so I can’t really comment on how good or bad it is. Though I did see some people give it a 1 start rating even without reading it…talk about being harsh and unprofessional. Then the whole ghost writer scandal hit…I think that’s another blog post for another time though. Stick around.

I have read quite a number of books, most of them by really talented people who make me think that my writing gene must’ve been somehow given to them. Don’t look at me like that, it happens. Explain J.R.R Tolkien. Then there are those works of literature-if you can even call them that- which makes you cringe as you read and just turn you into this cursing machine because the writing is just horrendous. Like 10th grade-dropout-turned-crack-dealer horrendous. Now I know that I shouldn’t say something so cruel but I’m trying to put a point across. Some authors’ work are like a piece of heaven sent sown to earth on an angels wings, to be enjoyed, savored like looking upon them will add years to your life and maybe dare I say it…even worshiped. On the other hand, some other books are just a fly infested crap sandwich…minus the bread. A total burf-fest.

Now I don’t know about you but it kind of makes me wonder, how in the name of people-who-actually-went-to-reputable-schools-and-got-writing-degrees did these other people get book deals? Was it witchcraft or what? Did they somehow find a four-leaf clover or actually have a vault full of rabbit feet? Is it a luck a thing? Or a those-who-deserve-it-and-worked-hard-for-it-will-eventually-get-it thing? I want a freaking book deal too…well as soon as I become good enough to be published that is 😀

I don’t know much about the publishing business or any other business for that matter- I went to university and pursed a bachelor’s degree in computer science- does one have to know someone to get in the book world or is it free for all? Hard work reaping recognition? I follow quite a number of aspiring writers on WordPress and believe me when I say, their writing is beautiful and worthy of deserving a book deal. They are creative and come up with works of fiction I would definitely spend money one. There is talent on this site and it upsets me when I see how hard they are working just to have their work published only to remain hidden and underappreciated in the dark shadows and cold parts of the internet. The lucky ones know how to use social media to get their stories out there but it’s still not enough. It’s not the same. Having 700 followers is a big deal but they still deserve more.

Some self-published authors make it in the big and sometimes unfair world of writing, most are never taken seriously. Why you ask? Because readers are prejudiced when it comes to self-published pieces of literature. They equate it to not being good enough to be recognized by prestigious publishing companies. Like if your name is not attached to a well-known publishing house then obviously you suck more than a vacuum cleaner. I’ve read self-published books and I’m a big believer in helping anyone who wants to make it into this very tough world, so believe me when I say, it’s not a thing or not being good enough but more about publishing companies thinking about what author would bring in the most money.

Think about it, me-a nobody, yeah I know I shouldn’t call myself that but just keep reading, you’ll see the point soon- okay, if I pitched a book about “love in the time of Ebola”, there is death, there is sorrow, lots of tears and some cute moments between my main character and some average guy who found himself in the right country but just at the wrong time. The story educates us on just how bad Ebola hit West Africa and the measures the government took to contain it…sounds like a pretty good idea. Now, would the agent pick my book and actually publish it or would she go with let’s say, Justin Bieber’s book idea about how he keeps his hair slick or whatever ‘The Biebs’ does?

I think we all know which book would end up on the best seller’s list. Whichever one it is, it sure as heck won’t have my name on it.
After reading this, I’m sure you are thinking I agree with the people who were trashing Zoella’s book. Well, you are wrong, like I’ve said before…I haven’t read it yet.

All I’m talking about and trying to get off my chest is:

Should we (aspiring writers) give up on trying because it’s too hard to get manuscripts accepted when there is a possibility a celebrity or some other famous/ infamous person will be put as priority or should we soldier-on and keep on trying like our lives depend on it? Hoping and wishing that a day will come when our words leave our minds and laptops and will soar in the distance and reach someone whose life can actually be changed and touched by what we spew out. Now that would be incredible.

Personally I write because I love and enjoy it and if I get a million follows and readers even better. Don’t look at me like that…admit it, you would love that too.

What are your thoughts on this topic?


My Top Ten Paranormal YA Fiction Cliches

16 Dec

I’m currently reading Tangled by Emma Chase but that’s not what this post is about. A review of that sizzling book shall come later. Well, if I’m being honest, it’s going to be as soon as I can put up posts with Images.
There is a problem with my WordPress Image uploader which is preventing me from uploading images. It sucks, I tell you and it’s been pissing me off more than I can explain (Mostly because my vocabulary is limited 😀 )

So, no attractive picture to accompany all these words 😦

Anyway this blog is about more than just reviews, so, I’ve decided to have a totally new segment called “Top Ten Tuesdays”. This is where I’ll be blogging about top ten anything…as long as it is book related of course. 

So, I’m taking a break from reviewing for now to talk about something that has been on my mind for a while now after the many Young Adult books I’ve read. 

Clichés. Clichés. Clichés.

Looking at the fact that YA novels sell like hot cakes once they are released, I imagine this means that readers love all the expected clichés and sometimes cringe-fest moments that come with most novels these days. I have to admit, I love a good cliché every once in a while but when you have 5 books to read and each one is following almost the exact same formula, you tend to get a bit bored and reserved about continuing.

This post will just highlight some of the Clichés that I feel have been done to death. It’s like they got the sacred Plot Fruit, squeezed out all the juices and decided to only use the same ideas over and over again…leaving everything else to just disappear off into oblivion, never to be written about. It’s kind of sad actually if you think about it. (Okay, I admit in the stories I’ve attempted to write, I’ve also stuffed most of them in…hey, we all gotta start somewhere, right? :D)

So, without any more delay, here’s my list. If you agree, do leave me a comment and tell me which of them you could do without in the next book you pick up.

  1. Love Triangles

  2. This one is by far the most common one. There is the incredibly hot douchebag of a man and the good, reliable and sometimes plain best friend. We saw it in Twilight, we saw it in The Hunger Games and now even Kresley Cole introduced it in her Arcana Chronicles Series (Which reminds me, I still have to post a review of Book 2). Why, oh why do we always have to be involved in #TeamGale vs #TeamPeeta battles? I get that drama and conflict is great but why can’t the female protagonist just have one love interest? 

  3. Beyond Attractive Bad Boy

  4. Blue or green eyes, broad and toned chest with a face that just leaves the heroine open-mouthed and drooling like a total nut. This is a key ingredient in YA fiction. It works and it definitely sells. Admit it.

    As if the main guy’s jaw-dropping, drool-worthy exterior isn’t overused enough, you add in a hint of the brooding “Stay away from me” factor and you have yourself a winning recipe and a cliché that most avid readers are getting tired of. The main love interest is mostly the bad boy that the female always manages to change. Forgetting the fact that, unless he wears diapers, a man really cannot be changed, should the main guy always be a black clad smartass? 

    I will confess again, I almost always make my main guy a black-leather jacket wearing bad boy? Cliché much 😀

  5. Trilogies

  6. Say goodbye to stand alone novels as they experience a low and imminent death and welcome trilogies. It’s now a well-accepted trend that a YA novel has to come in a three book series. Would a two book series be a flop or a four book series be too much? I don’t even know anymore.

    You know what the worst part is about it all? It’s the fact that I’m complaining about this but will still be one of the people anxiously waiting for the next book in the series to be out. There is one book that definitely deserved a book two and that’s Cursed by Jennifer. L. Armentrout. I know I gave it a 5 star rating but when I went back to it recently, I felt like it at least required the story to be concluded better.

  7. First Person Point-Of-View

  8. Is this one like a requirement for Young Adult fiction? Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against it. I just find it funny that almost every author has to write the story from the first person view. I enjoyed how Laini Taylor wrote her daughter of Smoke and Bone series. It was so beautifully written and she didn’t even go for the commons first person POV. 

    Would female readers buy books if they were written from a guy’s POV? I wonder about that.

  9. The Training Sequence
    So, the female lead is suddenly thrust into this magical and sometimes scientific world and obviously they were just some Plain Jane in the crowd a few weeks ago. What happens next? You guessed it…it’s badass-fighting 101 time. The girl is gonna get schooled. 

    Expect that chapter where they are asked to wear combat boots and a tank-top so they can fool around in the dirt and take on the love interest in a “training” session. Of course this is what I always call the “throw-a-few-kicks-and-punches-and-then-fall-with-the-smexy-love-interest-on-top-of-you-so-you-can-kiss-and-make-out-like-bunnies-in-the-dirt” session. Seems fitting because almost half the time, while our heroine is being trained, she is busy fantasizing about how hot he looks in training gear. 

  11. “Oblivious to how beautiful she is’ Main Female Character

  12. When was the last time you read a novel which didn’t have a main female character that didn’t think she was plain, ugly, clumsy, nerdy and boring? I think I can’t remember: D Everybody in town thinks she is gorgeous and all the hot guys want her. She even manages to hook up with Mr-incredibly-sexy-Greek-god main guy, who would destroy the world for her, but she still thinks she looks like a toad’s butt? Umm, yeah sure.

    I imagine writers do this one to stop us from hating her. Like if she referred to herself as a Victoria’s secret Model look-alive or something. But seriously, her being so clueless and naïve kind of also has the same effect, don’t you agree?

  13. Orphaned Main Character or Parents Separated
    The supporting characters almost always come from happy stable homes where they are pampered and spoiled and loved like its heaven or something but our lead never gets that privilege. Why is the main character always an orphan or comes from a home where the dad is absent or the mother has met a new man who she ran off with? Does this mean people from happy homes will never have magical things happen to them?

    I think this is somehow just a plot-convenient maneuver that authors use to avoid parents having any influence over the main characters movements or decisions. And sometimes even if they have both parents alive and well (which is rare), the parents turn out to be neglectful and such dicks that the main always grumbles about how they are never cared for.

  15. Dystopia

  16. Hunger games by Suzanne Collins, Divergent by Veronica Roth, Maze runner by James Dashner, Delirium by Lauren Oliver, Uglies by Scott Westerfeld, The giver (It’s older I know) by Lois Lowry, Matched by Ally Condie, Shatter Me by Tahereh Mafi …need I say more? I think not.

  17. “I Let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding”

  18. This phrase is to most YA fiction like a pregnant woman is to a maternity wing…you just can’t avoid running into it. Okay, so maybe it’s just some way of expressing oneself but do all writers have to use it? I’m a Jennifer Armentrout fan, like major, and I always see this one making an appearance.

    I was reading through a story I am currently writing on FanFiction dot net and I smiled to myself when I read this line. Like I said, we are all weak when it comes to writing and working with overused ideas.

    I can’t really say if it’s a cliché or not but you have to admit this line somehow always makes its way in some of our favourite YA books. 

  19. Petite Females

  20. I’m one tall female and whenever I read YA books, the heroine is always super short and petite that I start to think that maybe I’m a freak of nature for the way I look. All tall and skinny. Even when I was in high school, I was one tall girl. So it would be right for me to at least come across a book that has a female who is tall right? 

    Why are they always short? Is it a way for the writer to use lines like “she looked up at him and met his deep green eyes in a stare that warmed up their bodies” or “resting her petite frame against his herculean one, she felt and heard the beating of his heart”?

    Come on, us tall people want to be written about too. It’s just right. Where is the fairness writers?

So dear readers, that’s it for my Top Ten for this week…well my first week, if you want to be technical about it 🙂
Tell me what you think of my list and if you agree or not. I do love interacting with my readers.


The Dark Abyss of No Internet Connection.

24 Nov

Have you ever spent weeks or months without any access to the internet? Well let me tell you, it is a dark and bleak existence that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.
My days became so dull and bad that I felt like I was drowning.

Piece of advice to you guys, please have an outdoor hobby or anything that you can do in the unfortunate event that you are cut off from the world.
My poor blog suffered. And let me not even talk about my GoodReads account. I feel ashamed.

I wanna apologise to my followers and also (especially) the authors who kindly requested that I read and review their new books…I am so sorry. It couldn’t have been helped. But now I am back and hopefully this time I will take better care of my book blog. (If you are on Goodreads, you should totally add me…I love “meeting” new people).

To the people who nominated me for various awards and I didn’t respond, I also apologise.

So I have some awesome news, I recently discovered the wonderful world of Fanfiction and now I am hooked. It has really helped me get better with my writing and interacting with all those people from around the globe and getting instant feedback feels awesome.

Now, back to my blog…I have like about 5 books to get through and review. They are all seeming and showing real promise. Since I have so much free time now, I am sure I will be done soon.
So I am kindly asking you my readers if there are any good books (preferably by new authors yet to be discovered) that you know of or would want me to read. If so just comment or email me at (dorcamis@gmail.com).

I love the idea of helping out up and coming authors. And if I end up reading an awesome story in the end, well then its a “win win” for me 🙂

So, I just had to put this post up before all the reviewing and recommendations started.
I hope you are all doing okay and tell me what I missed out on.


How do you pick your books?

11 Aug

The saying goes “do not judge a book by its cover” and most of the times that is true, especially if:

  1. You already know the author and you love them.
  2. One of your closest friends recommended it to you.
  3. The book has made such a hype that your just HAVE to read it, regardless of how the cover looks like.

But what about those sometimes rare moments when you just need to read something new? A new series or standalone novel? How do you pick up that new book when all you have is a title, a blurb, a cover and the genre?

I won’t lie to you, some of my best reads were as a result of those “OMG, this cover is so cute…I have to read this book” moments. I remember the first time I came across a Gena Showalter novel, one look at that Lords of the Underworld book and I knew I just had to read it. Don’t judge me, that turned out to be one of my greatest book choices in my life. Now here I am after 10 books and I still count her as one of my Favourite Authors. (Even though she has lost her “spark” and gone all clean and umm well just different from the Gena I felt in love with).

Before this amazing world of ebooks and ereaders, I remember walking home from school with my friends and at times when we had saved up enough money we would buy some books in the streets. Back then my reading just involved Sweet Valley Twins, Mills and Boon, Silhouette romance and the like. With the Wakefield twins, I didn’t care which one was on sale, I just had to get it. With romance I always found Medical romance a bit boring so I avoided those. But at times when I was in want of a book and nothing was available, I pretty much read anything. Call it a disease or just an addiction. It is possible right? To be addicted to reading? I guess that would give an explanation as to why I found myself reading the cereal packet or the bread wrapper during breakfast. Weird I know, but reading is reading. 😀
Anyway my point is it was easy to choose the books I wanted to read back then…powerful main character , good captivating blurb and that catchy title. Teenage me had it good.
I would go home, do my homework if I had any and get swallowed up in my latest purchase…okay fine, so maybe most of the books I read back then were all borrowed from someone 😛

These days though, I think people put too much thought in picking up the next book they want to read…I mean with so many books available and being published everyday, one might wonder how our brains don’t explode with the overwhelming force of it all. So many good books, so little time. Which one should I read now? Do I pick this one? Do I pick that one? This looks good. Oh wait so does that one. God!!! AAAAHHHHH

Sorry about that, I am good now. *takes a deep breath* But you see what I mean, right?

With Goodreads and Blogs and everything, I just have to ask…what influences you to choose that particular book? How do you pick one over the others? What criteria do you use?



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