unwise to assume
there’s soda in the teacup
drum’s my possession
unwise to assume
Plants die, animals too.
Dreams do not. They cling to you.
Push them aside or under your bed.
They stay in your heart, echo in your head.
Who am I in the mind of a critic?
Nothing but a tryhard and a decrepit.
What do I look like in the eyes of a doubter?
A small and rotten, wilting flower.
Boys shouldn't own a pink notebook, let alone a pink diary.
That thought boomed in my head when mini-me showed my mother what I wanted her to buy. Small. Hardbound. Cute (with a padlock and a pair of keys). And more expensive than the regular notebook. She gave one look at me, whether it was disgust or amusement I could no longer remember. The next thing I knew we were headed home with my very first diary.Read More
See, when you become hellbent on making your dreams come true, inevitable changes come to you like a giant tsunami to wash you into a new person. Say goodbye to old mindset, beliefs, priorities, and even relationships. Break them. Trash them. Kill them.Read More
I believe in the idea that “we can have it all”. The sky is the limit. Abundance mentality all the way. Some people don’t achieve a lot in their lives because they don’t think they can have a lot in their lives. If I didn’t gain this mindset, I wouldn’t have the courage to pursue my dream of self-publishing my first novel I Killed My Friends and It Thrilled Me for the entire world to read. After all, I didn’t have any connection to the writing and publishing industry. That alone was enough reason for anyone to get discouraged.Read More
Ten years ago, I decided I wanted to be an author. But I did nothing to pursue it.
Three years ago, I received life's wake up call that I better start chasing my dream. If I chose not to, I'd die an empty shell.
Today, I finally made it happen! There's a deeper story behind this journey but I'll just make this short and sweet.
MY DEBUT NOVEL "I KILLED MY FRIENDS and IT THRILLED ME" is FINALLY HERE.
Dreams really do come true.
You can purchase the e-book on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XFF1J85Read More
Nothing is more disappointing than offering blood of commitment and tears of sacrifice to the fruition of your dreams only for it to be met with the sound of crickets and an army of tumbleweeds from your family and friends when you finally achieve it. The release of my book Walden and Hyde (and Other Short Stories) gave me that exact experience.
It was no secret, the signs had been all over the place. Chasing my dream of penning a fiction book was a road that I had been traveling for two years. I often talked about it in my blog. I frequently posted about it on social media. It possessed my life for months, weeks, days, hours, and minutes. The past two years was spent toiling away in solitude to move words from chaos to order. By virtue of action, it was plain to see that I passionately wanted it.Read More
My favourite expression ran rampant in my head when I looked at the copy of Walden and Hyde on my iPad. "Holy guacamole!" More than 10 years had passed when I first imagined I'd author a fiction book. Many things had happened since then. I pursued a different path, lost a lot of confidence in myself, sank a few times into depression, questioned my existence, rediscovered myself, and, finally, wound up on the path meant for me. I both wanted to cry and leap for joy as I browsed the book from beginning to end. "This is it baby. You have written a fiction book," I muttered to myself.Read More