It's been a long year

Ah, where to begin? This year has certainly been a long one. Starting from the tragic event that led to my dear aunt's death to my relocation to my father-land for a year's program. If there's one thing I've learnt, it's never to take the little things for granted. They matter the most.

In this year, I have battled with an addiction known as 'gambling' and was at the verge of selling my precious items, until I confided in my love ones and they helped me through it. It was a difficult time, as I would earn a huge amount of money, only to lose it within a few hours of continuous betting. The main aspect of betting that affected me was knowing when to 'call it a night'. I am extremely grateful that I learned from this experience and have never gone back to it.

Another lesson learned this year was the effects of procrastination. Yeah, Yeah. We all know about the effects, but until it really affects you, trust me - you have no idea. It has held me back almost every aspect of my life; academics, writing, reading, socializing, job hunting etc. Some may say it's laziness, but I believe it's more than that. I have lost brilliant opportunities because of procrastination. This my fellow readers, will not occur again.

One good thing that happened this year was that I met a wonderful lady. She's been a source of inspiration to me during the past few months. I think I'm getting to admire her above any other lady in my life (EXCEPT MY MOM - OF COURSE)...lool...but yeah, she's special to me and I hope to learn more about her as we journey into 2014.

Lastly, I discovered that my creativity could be the downfall of me. I always have a new business idea or proposal to explore. Or I have diverse story ideas to turn into a novel. In fact, I was 'Jack of all trade - master of none.' One aspect of my life that coexisted with this phrase was impatience. I couldn't wait for things to unfold, I often moved to the next one. Whilst in the process of writing a book, I would get a business idea and suspend my book just to focus on the business. When I see the business isn't working out, I'll then return like the prodigal son to my writing. Again, this will not occur in 2014 and beyond - by his grace.

I will stick to writing, as this is what I cannot live without (apart from God). I am currently writing a project, which I believe will be a good way to reinvent myself. 2014 will be a good year for me, my loved ones, and well-wishers. May your wishes and heart desires be met as we cross over to the next year of our lives...

The Christmas Gift

Jacqy sat at the side of her bed, tearing and mumbling some Bible verses under her breath. Her cheeks were as red as her eyes. She was tired of the stagnation in her relationship with her 8 years boyfriend, Eric. It was now ten days to the end of the year.

“I can’t believe I’ll walk into another year as a spinster. All my friends are married, some even have kids. Lord, why have you forsaken me?” Jacqy cried. She loved Eric irrevocably and couldn’t confront him about this matter. She wanted to become his wife and bear his children, but was running out of patient with her high school love. A few months ago, they went shopping in the mall and she showed him an engagement ring that would cost over a year’s saving for Eric to afford it. Eric chuckled and told her it was too expensive. Maybe if he won a jackpot or something of that sort. He always said he could not see himself with another girl, yet he hadn’t put a ring on her finger.

As she cried, a Samsung Galaxy 4 beside her bed rang. She glanced at the phone and returned to her previous posture. She wasn’t bothered to attend to anything or anyone at that very moment. Her phone rang again. And again she ignored it. Then it rang for the third time, but this time she reached for the phone. She didn’t speak at first, as she waited to hear the caller’s voice.

“Hello, is this Jacqy?” said a deep voice.

“Yeah, Jacqy speaking.” She smiled willingly. The caller’s voice sounded like that of a choir member. She was trying to recognize it, but was still stuck in the limbo of admiration. “Who’s this please?” she asked.

“It’s me, Jude,” he said.

“Oh my Gosh, are you kidding me?” she screamed. “How are you? How have you been?”

“I’m good, thanks. How are you? I hear you’re now married?” he said.

She grimaced. “Not yet. What about you, any wife or kids?”

“No, not at the moment. I have been busy with other matters. I’m ready to settle down now though. Are you seeing someone?” he asked.

Jacqy took deep breaths in attempt to pick up the courage to tell him the truth. “Yes and no,” she replied.

“Why is that?” he asked.

“Let’s just say it’s nothing serious. So tell me more about you, do you still keep your afro?” she asked.

“Nah, cut it a while ago,” he replied, and the two old friends discussed on the phone for over an hour as they caught up with each other’s upbeat. Jacqy was overwhelmed with joy throughout their conversation on the phone. She could hardly sleep that night as she kept thinking of Jude, Even when Eric stopped by her place to spend some time with him, she didn’t give him her undivided attention like she mostly did.

It was Christmas Eve and Jacqy was expecting Jude at her house for dinner. It was the first time she was going to see him in person for over 3 years. As she opened the front door of the house, her eyes met with the tawny brown eyes of Jude. He was more handsome than she’d imagined. He seemed to be almost a foot taller than her and his broad shoulders and well trimmed hair drove Jacqy into a state of lost. Soon, they began eating, after which they moved to the living room to watch a movie. Jacqy was enjoying his company, so bad that she had forgotten about her boyfriend.

As the romance part of the movie reached its climax, Jude pulled Jacqy closer to him, holding her by the waist. Jacqy’s feelings grew intense as she loved the smell of his cologne and most of all -  his touch. He glanced at her. “I’m glad I called you,” he said.

“Yeah, I’m glad you did,” she muttered, and suddenly, he reached for her lips and kissed her. It felt soft. It felt hot. It felt good. Jacqy was slowly being worked into some sort of hormone frenzy. She loved the touch of his lips on hers, his broad chest pressed against hers, his right hand running up and down her neck, and his left hand running down her torso.

Just then, Eric walked into the room and froze. Jacqy wasn’t expecting him until the following morning because he had stuff to do with his family. She was distraught. All the feelings she had begun to feel for Jude vanished within the twinkle of an eye. She was now sad and didn’t even know what to say to her boyfriend who didn’t do anything to deserve such infidelity. Before Jude or Jacqy could say a word, Eric turned around, dropped a red small box on the stool closest to him and headed for the door. She was still in a state of shock that she couldn’t even run after him.

She asked Jude to leave her apartment and never return, as she remembered why they had stopped talking for over 3 years. He was a player and often wanted only one thing from women. She felt stupid as she walked back to the living room, having walked Jude out of her house. As she entered the living room, she noticed the small red box on the stool and reached for it. Behold, inside the box was the same ring she’d showed Eric a few months ago. How sad. 

Happy Christmas Everyone. 

Short Sunday - The Car

"Baby you know I don't have the money at the moment. I'm not self-employed, give me some months to save and I'll get you the car you desire," John pleaded.

"But honey, you know how hard it is taking public transport to work everyday. Most of my colleagues have cars, and the ones who don't have, their boyfriends come to pick them up from work," Linda complained; her chest pressed against his as she looked up at her handsome man.

John released a sigh of frustration. "All right, I'll see if I can get a loan from my bank. No promises though, because I can't guarantee they'll approve my application when I apply," he said.

"Oh thank you very much." She reached for his lips and massaged it with hers. She seemed relieved after the conversation even though John didn't promise anything.

A few days later, John returned from work and found Linda in the living room. Her eyes were filled with tears as she used cotton balls and spirit to mop the injury on her leg. "Oh my God," yelled John. "Baby, what happened to you?"

"I was crossing the road to get to the bus stop and all of a sudden a power bike rode from nowhere and kicked me out of the road. I fell on my sides and suffered a few cuts around my body."

"Oh no, I'm really sorry," John said.

"It's okay baby. Only if you got me a car to take to work, I wouldn't be experiencing such pain," Linda said. She sounded as though she was trying her best not to cry. John felt horribly sad. He had done this to her. Maybe he wasn't trying his best. He needed to try harder. That night, he kept surfing the internet looking for ideas to raise money, but he couldn't find any reliable and sensible thing to do that would make him quick money. This mere fact added to his depression. Only if he had a car to himself, he wouldn't mind giving it to her and travel to work in public transport. But he didn't. His colleague, Fred, lived in the same estate and always drove him to work and back home.

The following morning, whilst he was going to work he remembered Fred had over three cars and he was his junior at work. He decided to find out how Fred raised money to buy those cars. "Are you sure you want to know?" Fred asked.

"It depends. I hope it doesn't involve selling your soul to the Devil?" John asked.

Fred chuckled. "No, it doesn't. It just involves delivering a parcel to a client. If you make three deliveries, you'll be up by 50,000 US Dollars."

John's eyes widened. For a second there he thought he just heard '50,000'. Maybe it was a slip of tongue. He needed to be sure. "Come again, did you say 50,000?" he asked.

Fred nodded. "Yeah. 50,000 US Dollars. All yours."

John shuddered. "You must be kidding." Just then he recalled the description of the job and paused. "Wait, what's in the parcel?"

"That's really none of your business. I don't even know either. I just tend to deliver and collect my pay."

A month later, John stood at the corner of an empty street, holding a huge pack of envelope in his hand. It was dark, so dark, he couldn't even see inches away from him. This was his second delivery. He wasn't paid for the first one, because the organisers used it as a means to gain their trust. Now, he had successfully transported it to the given location and was waiting for the receiver to show up. All of a sudden, he heard footsteps walking towards him. He could hardly see their features as they wore all black clothes. But he could see their eyes, they stared daggers at him. He grew worried. As they inched closer, one of the men shouted, "Hey, what are you doing there?"

In an attempt for John to bring out a black baton from his back pocket, in pretence to be an officer, one of the men brought out his gun and fired at John. The bullet pierced his heart as he collapsed on the ground. The men heard the dropping sound of the baton and rushed to meet him, thinking he was a police officer. John was quivering on the cemented ground; his eyes fixed at the dark clouds. He reached for his wallet and gave it to the man, who was kneeling beside him. "Please call the last dialled number," he said, as blood trickled down his lips. "And tell her I'll always love her." With those last words, he stopped shaking and lay still on the ground. His heart stopped beating and his eyes were immobile.

Instantly, the man called the instructed number and asked her to rush to the scene. By the time she arrived, John's cold body lay on the ground without any sign of the huge envelope. Linda screamed, as she knelt down on the hard concrete beside her soul mate, tears dripping down her cheeks. Suddenly, she heard a certain vibration from nearby and found it to be John's phone, tucked in his pocket. She picked it up and noticed it was a message from his bank. It read: 'Your loan has been approved. Please stop by your branch and sign the necessary documents."

Mistakes of a writer.

I wrote my first book during my late teens. I hadn't researched more about the world of publishing, and decided to self publish with a vanity press. I regretted it. My work contained massive amounts of typos and grammatical errors. I felt ashamed and decided to do a bit of research before sending anything out to the public. Luckily, this book hadn't been read as I expected. Then, after huge amounts of rejection from Literary agents, I decided to turn to Amazon Kindle store due to the success stories of Amanda Hocking and John Locke. That didn't work for me too, at least as of now. Why? Because I was too impatient to work on my craft as a writer and give the world my very best.

I released, two novels and two novellas. One of the novellas was edited by a professional editor in Canada, so it was readable. The two novels were copy edited, but to my surprise, readers still found out errors. One advice I would give to upcoming authors, especially indie authors, is that make sure your work is at its best. If you don't have money, save money, and hire a very good editor to work on it, even after giving friends and family to edit for you. This pays a lot. Most of the reviews I received on Amazon and Goodreads were talking on the same subject "typos and grammatical errors". People won't have the interest to read your entire book if they come across flimsy typos. Also the usual "you're and your" may not be tolerated by most readers. I learnt this the hard way.

I have finished the series of my paranormal romance story, but I've decided to take my time and work on them before releasing them to the world. I will be in Canada next year and will hire professionals to design book covers and edit the entire series. I already have a budget of C$5000. Then, I will release it to the world and make good use of the lessons I've learned. I am currently in Africa, Nigeria to be precise undergoing a year's course, and in the meantime, I've written a novelette that would be sold to Secondary Schools over here. Also, I am working on a new series, but will speak about that later. The purpose of this post is to educate new writers, that CONTENT is the most important aspect of writing.  Learn more about writing, join writing communities (autonomy, wattpad etc) give readers to critique your work and accept criticism. Once you have a solid content, it's just a matter of time before you get recognised for being a prolific author. But it takes time. Rome, they say, wasn't built in a day.

"I have not failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work." - Thomas Edison.

 

My 300 word Flash Fiction - Enjoy!!!

It's almost over

Hello everyone,

I have been really busy of late, and thus not had the time to release sequel of LS: Deception i.e. LS: The Final Battle. Hopefully, I will be able to return to work from the second week of May. For the next few years, I will focus on my writings and do my very best to grow my craft.

I am currently writing the first book of a paranormal saga, and a situation comedy as well. Though, I may be very busy with other aspects of my life, I still write everyday. I hope to get the aforementioned book done before autumn this year. I have a strong feeling about this new series.

Also, I will be creating a new website very soon. I may still keep this one, or ship the posts onto the new website. It will be more of a site than a blog, but we'll see...

Hope everyone's having a nice time. My condolences to the victims of the Boston incident. May God heal your broken hearts.

Kelvin

Passion & Crime - First Draft - don't miss it!!!

30th July 2000

Fred stared at the clock on the wall as he sat down on his usual seat. He could hardly believe what he saw, even with the extra pair of lens in front of his deep blue eyes that were like bluish steel of the midwinter sky. 

There was a loud sound of silence echoing across the room as everyone focused on the pieces of papers in front of them. One could even hear the sound of the clock ticking. It was that quiet.

Fred glanced at his reflection who sat beside him, staring at the same clock.

"James, stop staring at the time," Fred said. "Miss Hilson is looking at us."

James smiled and looked down at the paper on his desk. He picked up his pen and faked a confused student charade.

Fred chuckled under his breath and picked up his pen to follow his brother's footsteps, after all they were identical twins.

They remained in the same confused state until Miss Hilson told everyone to hand in their papers. One could notice the relief in the boys’ faces, as they returned their exam papers to the invigilator. They had completed their exam thirty minutes before the finish time, and had to bear the agony of waiting for other students to complete theirs.

"How was it, Fred?" James asked as he packed his bag.

"It was okay," Fred replied smiling.

"You never use the word easy. Okay, let me help you. It was easy," James said stressing the word easy.

Fred smiled and picked up his bag that was beside his desk. He placed his arm over his brother's shoulder as they walked towards the exit.

"Hey, wait up," Melanie called.

The two boys turned back in a heartbeat; it was as though the sound of her voice heightened their senses.

"How's the paper?" Fred asked.

Melanie gave a warm smile that stretched across her flushed cheeks. This in turn drove chills down the spines of both James and Fred. There was something about this girl that made the boys grow goosebumps, perhaps it was her long blonde hair that fell perfectly on her shoulders, or her warm bleached eyes that resembled the great sea, or even her perfectly modelled figure. One thing was for sure, Melanie Monroe was the center of their universe.

"It was okay, a bit tough, but okay," Melanie said, grinning. "I can't believe this is our last exam."

"Yeah, me neither," James said.

"So, where have you chosen?" Fred asked her.

"I'm not sure yet. I got a response from Stanford and Yale, so I'll be going to one of them. How about you Fred?"

"Harvard, Prinston and Cambridge in London," Fred replied.

She smiled and turned to glance at his brother for his answer.

"Same, except my overseas choice happens to be Imperial," James replied.

"That's amazing you two. I'm so happy for you," Melanie said.

"Thanks Mel, we're happy for you too," James replied.

Melanie smiled and hugged the boys.

"This year, I've decided whoever asks me first to Prom I'll accept," she said. "It's hard to say no to either of you, so I'll just say yes to the first person."

James looked at his brother, who in turn frowned.

"What's the matter?" Melanie asked.

"We won't be around for Prom night. Our grandfather's celebrating his birthday in Southampton, UK and we must be there," Fred said.

"Aw, what a pity. It's our last prom night, and you decide to move round the world for your Grandfather's birthday that's an annual tradition. Not fair at all," Melanie said. Her once smiley face turned to a sob as her flushed cheeks became pale.

"We're sorry, Mel, but we've already booked our tickets," James said in a low voice.

Melanie looked down at the floor and walked out of the boys' sight. She couldn't bear to look at their well sculptured faces. The thought of not staring into either James or Fred's lovely colored eyes drove coals down her spine. Her pulse jolted as she ran out of the exam hall. To her, the boys had just left her on the altar.

"I hate it when this happens," Fred said.

"What? When has this ever happened?" James said with raised eyebrows.

"Hmm, perhaps because it feels like dejavu," he replied.

James chuckled.

"Oh well, we've booked our tickets. The worst aspect is that GrandPa's day coincidentally falls on the same day with our last Prom night as high school students," he said.

Fred shook his head in regret and walked to the exit of the building with his brother.

As they stepped outside the exam hall, Anton grabbed James by the arm and tried wrestling him. Sadly, James had more experience in that particular sport, plus his chiseled body gave him the upper hand. Anton was tall, dark and handsome. As for his physique, he was averagely built, like an athlete but not a wrestler.

"I give up," Anton screamed, as James wrapped his arm around Anton's head, in what seemed to be a head lock.

Meanwhile, Fred stood beside the two boys, laughing and shaking his head. He was the quiet and cool twin. Not that James wasn't cool, he just chose to exhibit his cool nature in a more aggressive form.

"Wow, you almost killed me," Anton moaned as he took deep breaths.

"I'm sorry," James replied, panting as well.

"How was your paper?" Fred asked.

"It was really easy," Anton replied.

Fred looked at his brother as he heard the word 'easy'.

"What? Did I say anything wrong?" Anton asked.

"Nah, you didn't say anything. Fred's just allergic to the word 'easy'," James said with a subtle smirk.

"Oh, yeah I forgot about that," Anton said. "You're a joker, Fred. You always say it's okay, but when your test results come out, you top the class, including your twin."

Fred snickered.

"Whatever you say, Anton," he said.

"Yeah, and I say you're a joker," Anton repeated. "Also, I saw Mel crying as she stormed out of the hall. Do you guys have anything to do with it?"

"Kinda," James said.

"We told her about our trip to Britain, and how it clashed with Prom night," Fred added.

"Oh, that's pretty bad," Anton said.

"Yeah, we know. We wish we could change the date of the Prom, but we can't," Fred said.

Just then, James nudged Anton on his shoulder.

"Are you still travelling with us?" he asked.

"Yup, I've booked my ticket online. There's no way I'd go to Prom without my wing men," Anton replied. "This time around, we're going to celebrate our Prom with British girls ."

"Oh really?" James asked in a somewhat British accent.

The boys laughed, as they strolled to the parking lot. James kept looking around; he couldn't believe he was leaving his alma mater so soon.

"I'm going to miss this place," he said.

"Yeah, me too," Anton agreed.

Fred remained quiet, savoring the moment as it went by. He wasn't a guy of too many words. His hand reached for the keys in his pocket and drew them out as the other two boys talked about what they were going to miss about the high school.

"Well, see you soon Anton," James said.

"Yeah, I'll come over to the house during the weekend, so we can discuss about our overseas escapade," he said as he strolled towards his car.

It was their last day at high school, but the three boys weren't sad that they were leaving high school. To them, they had more challenges to conquer, which in Anton's case meant ladies. In all, they were happy to move on to the next level, though sad they were going to leave Melanie. She was the only girl they ever liked, at least during their four years at high school.

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In Baby, Netty is a naive teenage farm girl given in marriage to an older brutal opportunist disguised as a successful citizen during the years of Prohibition in Sussex County, New Jersey. After years of enslavement, Netty flees into the night from her rapist husband, traveling back to the farm worked by her parents, where she rescues an unfamiliar damaged creature she finds in a cave in the woods of her childhood, falling in love with the enigmatic creature she names Baby. Together they find happiness and fulfillment despite the changes to Netty's body wrought by the proximity of the unusual creature.

When a handsome Italian stranger comes into Netty's life, complications ensue as she falls in love while trying to hide the bizarre and wondrous changes to her farm and her body. Netty, Baby and Wil strive to conquer obstacles thrown in their path by life, succeeding wildly until the heart-rending and astonishingly brutal climax to their story.

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Synopsis: Netty’s influence transcends a full century as the United States evolves to a point of politically driven economic collapse. The year is 2033 as a young mother, abused by her shiftless husband, heroically decides to remove her two sickly children, Scotty and Abby, from the mean streets of their government subsidized tenement town of Short Hills, New Jersey to the hills and old farmland of Sussex County. There they unite with a Latino family that adopted Jose, a young boy from Costa Rica, traumatized at the age of seven by the brutal murder of his parents and the kidnapping of his infant sister. 

The two families unite to pool finances, creating the love and bonds that will enable them to survive the psychotic attention of Armoni, a soul damaged beyond redemption, discovery of Baby’s miraculous offspring, Echo; and their subsequent body changes. Through the efforts of Echo who develops an unexplained passion for the curly haired dog, Barney, they flee the clutches of Armoni after the murder of Armoni’s sidekicks by Echo, to Sarasota, Florida, one of the last remaining enclaves of wealth in the U.S. 

Scotty learns to utilize Echo as a co-conspirator in his intrigue to thwart the efforts of heinous people that prey on the lives of creatures in their environmentally rich new home, where the insidious miscreant, Armoni, tracks them; dragging along Ginger Mae, a New York City prostitute looking for opportunity with her mute child, Daisy; bringing brutality and violence to all. 

Having fallen in love, the young Abby and Jose draw close, only to be separated by the transcendental Netty, who tries to use Abby as a conduit in her plan to rescue as much wildlife as they can before despicable political events bring on the specter of Armageddon.

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I decided to host giveaways on my blog, instead of hosting on a different blog. It would be easier and more convenient to host it here, as I would have time to monitor and promote the giveaways.

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New blog to host e-book giveaways

Hello everyone,

A very good friend of mine and I came up with the idea to host e-book giveaways online for those readers who are looking for the next best novel, and for those authors who are looking to promote their e-books. We will help promote these giveaways via social media i.e. Facebook Ads etc. However, we encourage authors to help promote the site to their devoted readers. The more readers that come along to participate in these giveaways, the more exposure authors have in terms of their work. We encourage readers to write reviews of their favorite books, and help spread the word about these books.

We hope this project will be accepted by most authors and readers alike. Our aim is to provide a system where readers can win e-book titles for free, and authors/publishers can promote their novel(s) for free. If you believe in this goal and would love to help us achieve this goal, do spread the word about this site and offer any suggestions in order to improve the service of this blog.

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Kelvin

What inspires a writer?

Happy New Year everyone,

I believe different people have different sources of inspiration, irrespective of their passions. For example, not all actors get inspired by watching movies or going to the theater to see an iconic play etc. Some, get inspired through books, listening to music, reading the papers. Now, the topic of what inspires a writer doesn't seem so clever after this brief introduction.

However, most people get inspired by the success of others, or their brilliant works. Just to be clear, there's a difference between Motivation and Inspiration. Finding a way out of the occasional 'writers block' is more of motivation than inspiration. Inspiration is what keeps you going, that is, what makes you persistent. Writers could have their entire plot laid down before them, but still are not inspired to write a novel. Either the occasional self-doubt kicks in: 'I'm not good enough' or 'Maybe writing isn't for me'. Inspiration is the key in unlocking one's potential. Once you're inspired by something or someone, you'll get the drive to kick start your career. Then, if you slow down or get stuck, that's when motivation comes in place.

What inspires Kelvin? One might ask. Well, it's a mixture of great books and success story of great people. "I want to be like him or her" or "I want to write such a mind gripping novel." This is what inspires me, Lately, it has been really difficult to sit down and write my novels. I've finished the 'LS' trilogy, and it's going through the editing phase, now, I'm writing a new series, which I believe will endear the fantasy readers. I hope to get the first book done before the London Book Fair this year. For now, it's writing, writing, writing.

So tell me, what inspires you as a writer? If you're not a writer, what inspires you to do what you do? Leave a comment below and share this post with your friends and family.

Warm Regards

Kelvin