What’s your biggest dream?
My biggest dream is to be a published author. I have achieved that. My biggest dream, now, is sticking to it by going one step further and writing more books (as I have been doing). Never stop once you’ve reached/fulfilled your dream. Keep going.
Sometimes we need an extra push while we write that ramps up our creative juices. For me, I listen to music while I write. The music I listen to depends on the type of scene I am writing. Mostly , I listen to instrumental music, but there are times I include lyrical pieces. Here’s a list of music I listen to when I write.
The Sound of Silence by Disturbed (Cyril Remix)
Hero by Alan Walker & Sasha Alex Sloan
Pilgrim by Enya
Heart over Mind by Alan Walker & Daya
Welcome to Walkerworld by Alan Walker
Fantasy Music – Daydream Mix by CacnaPaul
Dragon Empress by BrunuhVille
The Realm of the Fallen King (feat. Sharm) by BrunuhVille
I wish everyone a wonderful, productive, and joyous new year.
All too often we turn our problems into bricks, carrying them around with us. Eventually, they become heavier, thereby becoming too heavy to continue hanging onto. But it doesn’t have to be like this. Instead of turning your problems into bricks, make feathers out of them, blow them into the wind, and smile as they sail away upon the breeze.
The idea for this concept came from this video on Instagram. The link is below.
Do you find yourself thinking there’s no time in the day to do what you want to do? I do, at times. I was thinking just the other day that maybe, saying there is no time in the day, is just an excuse. That, if I sat down to do what I want, what I end up doing isn’t good enough. The only remedy to this problem is to recognize that what you produce most likely won’t be that great the first time around, and if it isn’t, focus on making it better. Don’t give up.
When was the last time you smelled a rose,
when was that last time you smelt that sweet smell of morning dew or grass after a rain? What would you do if there was one more day, like a last sunset on the winter fire, wishing I had one more day?
Being a thousand miles from nowhere
not knowing where I’ll be tomorrow,
waking up to bruises on my memory. Blood stains all around, the smell of iron and sulfur surrounding me a thousand miles from nowhere…
not knowing who I’ll be.
I try not to call out in the night to the dream that calls my name a thousand miles away. Burning of the bodies is the same every time, burying the pain in the old cold heart, while being a thousand miles away. Wishing and hoping for it to rain like hell, dreaming of a bad day of fishing, wishing I had one more day. Sometimes I sleep, sometimes I weep not knowing why, like I’m dead…but…alive trying to ride but end up falling…
The whiskey can’t bring me back, and I can’t drink it away. I pricked my thumb on the rose I was smelling to see if I still bleed…a thousand miles from nowhere.
WRITE TIME AND AGAIN 