The Change

Drax surveyed his village home of Taka with his sixteenth birthday only three days away. Filled with embarrassment that he had yet to make the anticipated change and live up to the expectations of his peers to be a great leader, his thoughts clamped on the possibility of being an outcast. Change would be the only measure he had left to blend into his pack. Where the others were dark as the midnight sky, Drax had white hair and silver eyes.

Drax brooded at the breakfast table across from his mother, Aziza, as she drank her morning tea. “I don’t think I’m like you. What if I never change?”

“Drax, baby, don’t say that. Just give it time and try not to worry.”

Drax slouched further, “Time? Mom, you don’t understand. You don’t know what it’s like to be the town weirdo. The freak of nature with this hair and these eyes and still be nothing but human. I’m mocked daily, nobody wants me here and I feel it every single day.”

Drax’s father Badu walked into the kitchen and poured coffee. “Sit up, son.”

Drax sat up, but avoided his father’s eyes.

“Our son is worried that he’s not going to be able to join the pack,” said Aziza.

“It’ll happen when it happens, said Badu, nodding. “No more of this sulking Drax. You still have three days to see.”

“But Dad, everyone in our family changed before they were teens. The entire town changed before reaching sixteen; the few that didn’t change were kicked out. I was supposed to be some great pack leader, and now I’m a freak, just days from exile.”

“I understand why you’re worried, boy, I do, but worrying never fixed any problems. Focus on the things you can control. Your fighting. You’re the best fighter in the whole village.Why just last week you took on two fighters at once and won! I don’t even think you broke a sweat. I have faith in you, my son.”

Drax felt more assured, except for smelling a hint of fear in the air closest to Badu.

“You’ll be fine.” said Badu. “Never worry. I know what blood flows in your veins. He clapped Drax on the shoulders

Drax’s shoulders slumped, despair lingering in his heart, as the scent of fear from his father grew greater.

“The others were kicked out of the pack for weakness,” said Aziza. “They were unable to fend for themselves, which made the pack vulnerable. You are capable whether you change or not. Remember that.”

Drax turned away from his father’s hold.

“Drax I know you will, but let’s say you don’t change. I’ll talk to the chieftain and you’ll be tested. When you pass you can join yourself to the pack. Easy as liver pie. Not changing is not the end. Go and take care of your chores boy, it’s getting late.” He ran his big hands through the boy’s white hair.

Drax left the house carrying the weight of the world. His father’s words should have brought some relief but all he felt was more pressure. 

I know they mean well, but no one knows what it feels like to be the only one not like the rest. I don’t belong here, I don’t see why I should stay. And a test! What kind of test? What if I have to kill someone? Or if I die? Drax’s breathing and heart rate intensified. He looked around, feeling paranoid, though he was alone. This is too much!

Ignoring his chores Drax ran into the woods, he needed to get away to clear his mind or outrun his troubles, whichever came first. Running as fast as his lean, muscular, brown body would take him, praying for his legs not to fail him, he came to a river and stopped. Looking around, “Where am I? I don’t think I’ve ever come this far.” Panting and out of breath he knelt at the river and brought water to his face and body. He looked deep into the water, “I wonder if I can do this on my own?”

“You’ll be dead in under a week,” a woman’s voice called out behind him.

Drax stood and looked around but all he saw was forest and trees. “Who’s there? Who said that?”

“Just what I mean, in under a week. You can’t see. Can’t smell. And you leave trails miles long. Dumb human, maybe I should put you out of your misery.”

Drax smirked, “Go ahead and try.”

A shiny silver female wolf stalked forward, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, as though she had just allowed herself to be seen.

“You’re beautiful!” Drax blurted out. “I mean, yeah, beautiful.” He gushed.

“Funny, I’ve never had my prey remark on my appearance.”

“Prey? I am Drax Silverhowl from Taka village. I am not prey but a formidable foe!” 

“A Silverhowl that hasn’t had a ‘change’ by your age?.” She burst into laughter, taking on her human form. Dressed in snugly fit brown leather pants and top. Her braids flowed down her back, while shorter braids danced on her face. “What are you doing out this far with no werewolf to assist you? There are plenty of my kind here and trust me, they’re not so nice. Silverhowl or not they will kill you for being here uninvited.”

Drax straightened his back and talked with a little more girth, “You know my name, I failed to learn yours.”

“I am Noni Awoula of the Sickencumber village, forty miles south of Taka. You better hurry back before nightfall.” She quickly glanced at the darkening sky.

“I’m not going back. I’m heading further south, to the village of humans. I’m not meant to be in Taka. As you already pointed out, I haven’t ‘changed’ so I’ve run away. No one…nevermind. I just stopped for a drink, I’ll be on my way.”

Noni grabbed his hand and a spark lit in his heart, “Don’t run away just yet. I can show you how to hide, blend with your surroundings, and know when you’re being watched. But you need to mask your scent and by all means, COVER YOUR TRAIL!” she said in a rumble bordering on a growl.

“I know how to cover my trail,” Drax snapped back, kicking at leaves. “I was just angry.” He lowered his voice. “I’m ashamed that I haven’t ‘changed’ and I’m running out of time.”

“Well,” Noni said, with her fists on her hips. “What if you go to the humans and ‘change’ there? Did you think of that?”

“No, I guess I didn’t. Why do you care so much anyway?”

“Well, at first I thought you were just some dumb human I would kill or scare away. But after talking to you I can relate. I know what it feels like to not be like everyone else. To have others stare at you and talk about you. To judge you and think the worst. I changed late too, a few days before my sixteenth birthday.”

“Really? I’ve never talked to anyone who went through the change so late. What made it finally happen?”

“There’s nothing anyone can do to help it happen, but I know once I accepted me for me –wolf or human–I’d be ok. Everything seemed to calm down and I began to hear differently, see clearer and feel in ways I’ve never known. A few days later, my change came on.”


“So, how long do you have?”

“Exactly three days.”

Noni squatted to observe a bright red flower. “That must be terrifying.” She looked up at him. “Don’t give up though.”

“Easy for you to say,” said Drax, tearing the bark off a twig.

Noni stood again and stepped closer to him. “I tell you what, stay with me for the next three days. If you don’t turn into a wolf, I’ll escort you to the human village myself.”

He considered his options and her offer. The villagers of Taka would disown him if his body didn’t cooperate in time. He wouldn’t be safe, and his family would be split. At least, with Noni’s protection, he stood a chance of escaping the humiliation of being ordinary. He went with her to Sickencumber village.

He slept that night in fits and starts. Over the following days, she showed him around the forest encircling the human village as well as herbs and medicinal plants on the outskirts of Sickencumber. Drax appreciated her stealth. She kept them both out of sight. 

“Okay Drax, this is the third day. Do you feel any different?”

He hung his head. “No! It’s just closer to being over. I can’t stop thinking about if it’ll happen and if it does will it hurt?”

“There’s no way to sugarcoat it. It’s going to be extremely painful, like nothing you’ve ever felt before.”

Drax hung his head in anticipation of the pain, but the questions kept falling from his mouth. “Will I have control? 

Noni sat proud and attentive, “Some were able to control the crave but not all. I can’t answer that for you. Each change is different. When it happens nothing else in life will matter. If you can remember that when it happens, you’ll have a chance to control it.”

“Will I be what they think I will? Will I be enough?”

“Enough for who? Them? Or you?”

Drax walked with Noni to the lake, the night sky overhead. Looking at his reflection in the mirror-like water with resentment, he asked, “Did you know my mother is as dark as these waters and my father as this midnight sky yet I was born brown as an autumn leaf with white hair and silver eyes?”

Noni remained silent.

“All my siblings resemble them, I’m the only one that looks different. Everyone assumed that made me special, that I would be some great leader.”

“You still could be. The day isn’t over.”

He scoffed. “I went from being praised as a child, to being ridiculed as an ‘unchanged’ adolescent. My father taught me how to fight and I became the best. My mother gave me every other skill; hunting, stalking, blending, hiding, tracking and I absorbed it all like a sponge, except if you squeezed I tightened up. I pushed myself all the time, without letting up. Still, without the ‘change’ I was never enough, not for myself, not for anyone. The older I got the more people sneered and gossiped, one by one they all began to turn on me. Even my brothers stopped talking to me. My sisters wouldn’t acknowledge me in town. But I understood, it was their life or mine, why wouldn’t they choose themselves?”

“So all this time you knew how to track, and blend and you just let me go out on a limb to hide you?” Noni paced angrily.

“No, wait, let me explain.”

“You didn’t need a friend, you needed someone to stroke your ego.”

“Noni, no. It’s not like that.”

“I thought you needed a friend, but you just wanted attention. I can’t believe I ever felt sorry for you.”

“No! Noni, I have no one, except you. Please listen.”

Noni ran off in the woods.

“I know you’re still there Noni, I can smell you. I didn’t mean to hide what I knew. I just wanted more time with you and honestly, there were tons you taught me that I didn’t know. I swear. Please don’t give up on me. I’m not lying when I say I need you. You’re the only one in this great big world who knows what it feels like to be me.”

His heart raced awaiting her response.

Footsteps crunching on leaves broke his thoughts. A haggard witch holding Noni bound and gagged approached him.

Drax screamed out, “What is the meaning of this? Noni change, kill her!”

The witch laughed, “Aw, ain’t he sweet. Handsome too, I can see why your insides tingle but baby he’s as dumb as a deck of cards. Sugar,” The witch glared at Drax, “If she could turn and kill me, trust me, she would’ve done it without you having to tell her to okay.”

“I know you, you’re Dravana, the most powerful witch in the world.”

She hacked and spit and a green glob of acid mucous that began to eat the ground as soon as it fell out of her mouth. “That’s right deary, and I’ve come for you.”

“For me? Why me?”

“Oh, I heard you whining and crying to this one here, and let me tell you. You are special. That white hair and those silver eyes mean more than you’ll ever get the chance to experience.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I know you don’t dummy, I’ll talk slower.”

“Your birth was prophesied a hundred years ago by a very powerful wizard who fell in love with a werewolf. My sisters and I killed the werewolf. She, the wizard, delved into ancient magic mixing blood and bone. She said ‘one day a child would wear her glory and his sight would forever see, the child would cleanse the world of evil and set captives free.’  

Drax eyes opened wide with wonder.

“You’re the first of your kind, a were-wizard. You are so special in fact that your ‘change’ will only occur on the very day down to the second you were born, no other way.”

The witch sneered at the sky, “Another four hours and twenty-seven seconds.”

“A were-wizard?”

“Damn boy, are there any tools in the shed. Yes, a were-wizard. Part werewolf, part wizard. You were born to rid the world of evil.” 

“Why are you telling me all of this? Why don’t you just kill me?”

“Ah…ta…boy! If I could just kill you I would’ve done so. I’m telling you all this so you can feel what you could’ve been before I snatch it all away from you.”

“What are you going to do to me if I surrender?”

“When you surrender, I’m going to slit your throat.”

Drax held his throat, his mind racing a mile a minute. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Simple, simpleton, you’re life for hers.”

He looked at Noni, but she hid her face from him. Why wouldn’t she look at him, he needed to know what to do.

“Tick-tock young man, I don’t have all night.” The witch sauntered, slicing Noni’s arm.

Noni screamed. Writhing in pain, she hit the ground.

Drax stepped forward, “Okay! What do I have to do?”

“First smart thing you asked all night. First, let me start a fire.” Dravana dropped her hold on Noni briefly to gather her items for the sacrifice.

Noni was able to spit out her gag. “Don’t do this for me,” she whispered to Drax

Drax kept his eyes on Dravana hoping she wouldn’t hear, “Why wouldn’t I help you?”

“Because I don’t deserve it.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I’m with her, that’s what I mean!”


“She raised me. The plan was always to get close to you so you would surrender yourself. That’s the only way she can kill you. You’re more powerful than you know.”

Dravana appeared over Noni and bound her to a tree. “Come here, boy! It’s time, I’m ready. Drax walked towards Dravana. 

“Why?” screamed Noni. “Why are you still doing it?”

“Cause I can’t watch you die.”

A familiar voice cried from the woods, “And I can’t watch you die!” Badu leapt forward and grabbed Davana by the neck, “Run Drax, get out of here!”

“Dad? How’d you get here?”

“Just go, boy!”

“But Dad!”

His eyes burning with the intensity of a hundred suns, he shouted, “GO! Run!”

Drax cut Noni’s ties and they ran into the woods. Drax stopped, “Okay, keep running and don’t look back. I have to go back to help my father.”

“Drax, I’m sorry, I should’ve told you. Let me help!”

“It doesn’t matter now, you’re free, just get as far away from here as you can.”

He ran back to his dad only to arrive just as Devana was rolling his body into the river.

“Is he dead?”

Devana chuckled, “No, just going for a midnight swim. Looks like I’ll have to do this the hard way.” She cut her forehead letting the blood drip down her face. Her eyes went white and she summoned her powers from the darkest of magic. 

Drax looked to the sky, his eyes locked on the full moon, “It’s time, it’s my time!”

He fell into a darkness as if he was taken out of this world, suddenly thrusted into a blinding light. He felt as if he were being reborn, his bones shattering only to merge again, stronger than ever before. He stood as a beautifully gold wolf, stalking his prey, Devana.

The witch’s body shook near the fire, using her dark powers, called demon-like creatures from the ground and black lightning from the sky, Drax was struck in the heart as he approached her, slowly. The creatures latched to him, his power sending each back to the dirt from which they came. He never broke his stride, his eyes stayed on her. Again she struck him with lightning this time more powerful than before. He was unmoved,

“You have no power here!”

Releasing a deafening howl that brought the witch to her knees, he stood on his hind legs lifting Devana in the air, “All those years you put into killing me. All that planning and you got my time of birth wrong. Goodbye, you dumb witch!” He snapped her in half, and threw her remains into the fire.

Running to the lake, he let out a low howl. After searching for several minutes, he found his father and brought his body home. “If anyone loved me as I am, it was you, Dad. I’m sorry I didn’t see it sooner.”

After making peace he buried Badu and started his new journey, cleansing the world of evil.


The taste of lust on your tongue

The longing for a desire that has been sparked but not begun

The question if this forbidden is a gift

Make way for a life ending with a kiss


Wrapped in tangles of bewildered thoughts

You chose me

When I didn’t want to be loved

You held my hand when my heart was broken

And I pushed you away

You, still, gave life to me

When the cold grip of death had me in it’s embrace

You fought for my life

Shielding against my fears

Saving me from myself

Changing my desire, my grit, my will


You’re not the love of my life because you’re beautiful

You’re the love of my life because you saved my soul


I’d rather die in the light than be an enemy to it

You are my light

My purpose

I want no other thing

Than to please and be pleased

By the joy our love brings


Love me again


Ever just want to break down and cry

But you don’t

Your decisions

Your life

Your fault


Someone stop the pain and aching inside

Largest pangs are from the smallest things in life


I try and I try

As hard as I can

I sing real loud

To hide from my emptiness

Dance sometimes 

Get my body in the way

My heart aches less while I’m moving

Sad, that’s happiness to me


Still choking in a box

Waiting to be freed

Eyes wide shut

Wanting to be seen

Fist balled tight

But my mind can’t see

Chest clamped in a vice

It’s getting harder to believe

In Anything

It’s getting harder 

To breathe, 

Trying not to close off the world

Failing miserably

Still, I try to fit in 

Let me put on my smile

With a make-up kit

Plaster on a face

Who’s face I don’t care

I just want to slip into life unaware



See my pain

As your sight passes my threshold

Windows to the soul

They’re closed

Is there hope for me?


What else do I have to give?

Search me

I bare to you my soul

Have mercy

Take not what you don’t own


Find love in me

I’m floating in a sea of abyss


Made By Pain Part 1

You said you loved me

That’s why I said I do

Then you vanished from me

The charming, funny guy I knew

Your hands are on me

I’m thinking how dare you

I dare not say it

Still gotta get the kids from you

Mom said she didn’t like the look in your eyes 

I should’ve listened 

Now I sacrifice 


A moment of safety found in his daily routine

He sits in the tub to sleep

I have a chance to think, to breathe

My mind wanders, plotting for weeks things I could never say aloud 

I’ve found a way out 

The time is now

But his death? Can I live with it?

It’s him or me,

But, the kids?

Before I talk myself out of it again

I slap my face, I need to be urgent


“Juju, grab your brother and  run

Here’s my cell phone go outside dial 9-11”


She looks at me with her big brown eyes

Does she know my plan

Tears down her face,

I wipe them


“Be strong for mommy

Just say there’s been an accident”


She’s terrified,

I reinforce,


“Baby, it’s okay, Daddy’s just having a long dream

It’s important to do what I say”


Kissing her forehead I whisper,


“Go Juju, go! It’ll be ok baby”


She goes, but I don’t think she believes me,

Cadence in my voice must’ve given me away.


They’re out of the house

I climb the stairs his drink in my hand

Today I take the power from the man

My freedom already in his bottle

All he has to do is sip, he’ll see

Today is the day he’ll hit me


“Carol! I’ve been waiting for almost an hour for my drink”

Such an eerie tone for a complete creep


“I’m sorry, it wasn’t cold, something happened with the fridge and…”


“Shut up woman, 

Bring my drink, then in the corner on your knees

While I think 

Hmm, what should your punishment be?”


“Master, can it wait until the children are asleep?”


“You beg for mercy, I’ll consider your request,

On your knees, you know what’s coming next.”


He downed his drink as he stood,

How is this cowardly rat my husband too

All desires for him to touch me are long dead, buried, and passed into another’s worlds eternity

I have to fake it or be killed.

Forcing myself for my children

I do it for them.


He wobbles towards me,

It has to be the drugs?

In case it doesn’t work, I stand 


“Babe, what’s happening to you?”


He slips and falls, hitting his head on the tub,


Thinking to myself,

“This is working as it should.”


Running to my kids 

Fear kicks in

What if they check for drugs, for poison?


God forgive me

What I have done?

How do I tell my kids their dad is gone

Oblivious to my pain as Cam plays

Wonder stretched across Juju’s face

Her eyes are talking to me

I open my arms

She runs and gives me a hug

She’s 13, I’ve taken innocence from her

A siren sounds

I look up,

“Hello Mr. Officer”


“Ma’am we got a call,” the officer said

“He’s in the bathroom, he hit his head, I think he’s dead”


The officer runs inside

I feel like he was staring at my black eye

The bruises all over that I can no longer hide

The severity of agony he can readily see

If I tell him what happened, maybe he’ll help me


Everything is bubbling all over inside

The officer yells to his partner

“Call for help, he’s still alive!”


I rose to my feet in haste

“Juju, stay here, watch Cam, wait for mommy!”


Running up the stairs watching them resuscitate

The paramedics got here so fast

Is everyone against me?

This can’t be happening,

No! He can’t be allowed to live,

Not with everything he’s done to me

The rape, abuse, torture, and lies

Continual mind games

He’s ruined my life

No friends, family

He’s preys constantly on my mind

Praying to God, 

I need him to die


He gasps for breath

I can’t stand it I cringe

Hand on a knife I have in my pocket, 

Juju burst through the door

Letting go of the knife, I grab on to her


“Baby, where’s Cam?”

“He’s in his room coloring, Mom, is daddy gonna be ok?”


I just hug her, afraid of what I might say.


They put him on a stretcher

And run him out of the door

Unsure of the residue

I rinse the bottle and put it on the floor

Opening the door, “Can I help you, Officer?”


“Can you tell me what happened?”

This is a different cop, he doesn’t care about me

I’m not ready to answer

I don’t know what to say

“Can we do this at the hospital, I wanna make sure my husband is ok.”


“I’m sorry ma’am, I just wanted to know if I could help in any way”


“I just need to gather my kids and we’ll be on our way.”


Mentally I’m scrambling 


“If there’s anything you want to tell me, now would be the time?”


“Mr. Officer, is there something on your mind?”


He just looks at me as if it’s so obvious,

I’m shaking and furious

And wondering if they’ll take my kids.

I haven’t seen my mother since I married Robert

But she is the guardian for them both

I don’t even know if she knows

Either way, she’ll be great

I won’t cry for them

If they take me away


Moments pass, “I’m sorry, officer, I’m in shock I can’t think. I’m too nervous can you drive me?”

He takes the bait

He’ll wait

I did not think this through 

Before I could blink we were

Arriving at the hospital


All I wanted to hear was

“Sorry, we did all we could do”

Internally wishing him dead

They call me in

I get other news instead


“He’s alive, we’re just waiting for him to wake up

He’ll be in a lot of pain

We had to pump his stomach.”


I gasp in shock, “I don’t understand

What does this mean for my husband?”


The doctor replies, “It means he will live and not die.”


He sees the pain and fear in my eyes

I smile, “Thank you doctor!”

He turns away

I sigh

This news is somewhat of a surprise

He was evil before

How do I survive?


I go towards his room and open the door 

The walls fade away

He’s taken my soul

I have no will to live

Save my kids

If there was a way to take him out

I’d die with him


I sought hope

She escaped

I fell to my knees

Lost breaks me

All I wanted was the need to believe

Faith is ever fading

Wasting hastily

Hunger deteriorated 

Deserted in silence

Nothing’s fulfilling

Aches almost violent

Longing is haunting





Craving a presence

Break me out of my cell

This prison inside I made for myself


I buried the keys in the sand

Mind, body, and soul


In search always

Always wanting to be found

Seeking for a love

Though I’m turned off

I’m so lost


Alone, depression seizes me

Ever ready to jump off a cliff

Voices whispers 

“There’s nothing holding you back. Go ahead, do it!”

Your love, it arrests me

Your heartbeat beckons my name

Your want summons me

Its strength gravitates me to your plane


There’s a channel to my spirit

The frequency always hidden

Noises, muzzled sounds

Echoes of silence

Something, someone

Always trying to get through

Finally a voice

A word,


Lost in the pitch of your voice

Such peace in your laughter

The lust in your tone

What else in life matters


Man was not made to be alone

You pulled me out

Safety being raptured feels like home

Thoughts At Midnight

Open your heart to me

Let me see


Like no other has

My keys fit your locks so

Let me pass

Have I not proven my love

Look into my eyes

See past my facade

You know this love feels right,

Like life, how it’s supposed to be

Take me as I am 

You’re already a part of me

My lungs 

My heart

So intertwined in how I breathe

And move

And go about my life

An extension of myself

A limb 

A sense

Hairs on my arm raise in your presence

You present a challenge

For me to be more

To deserve a chance to earn your love

I extend my time, my emotions, myself

You wear your heart on your sleeve

Let me guard it 


Your words are hidden in the crevices of your heart

Where love doth spark

I seek not to entertain

I hope to remain

By your side

In your mind

A lifetime’s full

You are mine


I am yours

All of me




Hello Peeps, I got my first “royalties” check in the mail and it made me question my sanity. It couldn’t buy a jar of peanut butter. Then my mind trailed off for a while on a tangent trying to discover if I’m writing for a check or writing to fulfill some space, some emptiness within me. So, I asked myself if no one ever bought any of my books would I still write. Without a second to pause, the answer was, Yes! I don’t know how to not write. Everything within me turns into a song or story or something written with heart and wonder.

I talked to a lot of writers and found out that they also go through the struggle. Whether they self-published or had a publisher, advertising always popped it ugly head asking for more of the pie. Don’t fret, everyone is going through something, just stay the course, keep asking questions and above all…don’t give up!

I know a lot of us write our stories wanting to change lives, but if no one reads are just killing ourselves. Writing is work, very hard work; the time you spend writing, the pressure for it to be good, the research to make sure it’s real. And then the payoff is so small, is it worth the effort?  If it’s what fulfills you then climb aboard and don’t give up until you reach your destination. Sometimes we need to put more coal in the fire, just don’t let the light go out. 

There’s no easy way to say it, the money will come or it won’t but your talent can’t be taken it can only grow if you train it and guard and don’t downplay it. It’s easily hurt. When people ask, “What do you do?” stick your chest out like a peacock, “I’m a writer! What do you do?”


To all my writer friends don’t give up, don’t beat yourself up, we’re in a competitive, alluring, and addictive business. Keep falling in love with your words, we will feel what you feel.




Published Author!

Hey Hey Peeps! So, I’m a published author now. HOORAY! It’s still so surreal you know. I’ll be at the doctor’s office and they’ll ask, “Occupation?” this devious smile comes over my face as I say, “Published Author.” I know I know, I’m not Stephen King and you don’t see me on TV, yet, but, I am a published author. I, me, between raising 3 children 6, 3 and 1 and husband which includes: Homeschooling, cleaning, laundry, rearing, baby shark and endless listening to random tales that never end. Don’t get me started with also having to keep up with my 6 siblings and their SO’s and offsprings, mother, father, grandmother,  aunties, last living uncle and my babies I tended to in Ghana who still reach out to me all the time. All of that going on daily and I still managed to complete a book and get it published. Now that I’m published there’s a whole new set of rules. Can’s and cannot’s. Run by’s and check-in’s. It’s kinda cool though. The fact that a group of people looked over my writing and decided I was worthy is a great feeling. They put in the work right beside to get something great.

Kyanite Publishing LLC is a author based, author founded, author run family that are full of support and positive reinforcement. Everyone I worked with, personally has been super helpful B.K., Sophia, Sam! To name a few, they’re all so super helpful and talented and they care. Writing that book robbed me of so much sleep, but it was so worth it to hold her in my hands and she’s beautiful.

My pain and my joy, She Cried Wolf, was released in September of 2019. My life has never been the same. That feeling of accomplishment still rushes me when I wake some days. Random people tweet, “Oh, I ordered your book, can’t wait!” I’m stunned, “Thank you!” I mean I say thank you, but, is that enough? Can they feel my tears? The steady streams, flowing down my cheeks. One person choosing me is no small feat, there are so many millions of books being released yearly, over 5,000 a day and you picked mine. Awesomest feeling ever! No, Auto correct, I meant awesomest and I’m not changing it! Because it sums up exactly how I feel. And now you’re here, reading these, my words, and I get that feeling all over again.

Well, thank you for visiting and if you have anything to say, leave a comment. I love the interaction, keep in mind I am pretty silly.



Weekend Reads Reviews

Hello Peeps, I recently a started hashtag on Twitter #weekendreads. I started #weekendreads for a specific purpose. Get people reading! We’re all so busy writing, some of us, including me don’t take the time to refine our craft and read. If it doesn’t apply to you, kudos, if it does, don’t feel ashamed. I used to think that if I read other people’s work that it would bleed into mine and I would incoherently write in their style, like I would borrow their words. Well, I’ve been reading tons of books and my writing has only gotten better and it dawned on me, all the words are borrowed but each author has their own release, their own representation of how the words should display themselves. So I started a hashtag in the hopes that others would see a book they may want to read even if it’s not mine and be inspired to read.

I also realized, duh, you have left no reviews for people to follow. I mean, I leave reviews for each book on every site I can think of: Amazon, Kobo, Barnes and Noble, Goodreads, everywhere. On my blog however, nada. I’m thinking that needs to change. I thought I’d leave reviews of how the books make me feel. What I go through, or what I think the characters or going through with poetic expression. I didn’t plan it but it hit me and I went with it and now I can’t stop.

Here’s a list of the books I’ve read recently. My TBR (TO be Read) List is long but I don’t mind, it’s my midnight joy. I either read or write and they both are satisfying.

River by Ryen Lesli
FairyTale Lies by D.K. Marie
The Darkness Returns by Michael Nadeau
Bits and Pieces by Dawn Hosmer
The End of Echoes by Dawn Hosmer
Night Shift by B.K. Bass
Silver Glass by Anna Read