Clear waters of the Mind

Let courage meet the objective, because it takes boldness to fail or to succeed , but it simply takes boldness to try. To step out of your comfortable skin, your safe zone and apply yourself. People will try and rain their words and project their insecurities and their inferiority complexes on you, but if their lives were so perfect, why do they need to be judging yours. When did you say your life was a postcard for success. When did you say you were the advert to define success, no people who feel themselves lacking, will often compare themselves to you, look at your insecurities try and promote themselves as superior but simply ask them, when was the last time you conquered without me as the subject? Can you validate your own identity without trying to drag me into your confidence issues and your lack of esteem, do you feel you have failed, can you put your binoculars away and watch your boat? The passengers on your ship are drowning, because as a captain, you are not steering. So when people come for you, people who have not taken bold steps with their own lives and their own happiness, ask yourself, is this about me, or is this about you? Is this about all your failures turning into self contempt, because im watching my ship, and although your trying to drag us down, we’ll sail clear into clean and clear waters. Let your courage meet your objective, and believe no matter what someone who is bitter , jealous , and thoroughly inadequate feels, your mind is golden.

Navigating in the literary markets

Hope floats but effort propels.” ― Rob Liano

We speak of hope often,believe with faith we can get there. Yet when we experience rejection for our talents, we condemn ourselves and our misfortune.

No, what are you learning, what have you learned. What is missing, what can you add. The more you fail, the more you’ll learn. It is not wise to set up a tent in hot water, neither is it wise to set up to fail. Yet ask for the whys? What’s missing in your book as a product? Why are they denying you access,look for responses on things like sales, market, then research trends in your genre, utilise kindle spy, or rocket to check out the sales of your competitors. Look at the headlines and the hooks of books that are trending in your niche, who is playing captain in your market place, which authors are selling best, why?what reads, what hooks, look at the promotion for their books, this will both inspire and challenge you.

Green light says Go ( challenge)

The BIG push means being able to develop and sustain momentum toward your goal; it is the process of actively replacing excuses with winning habits, the ultimate excuses blockers. Moreover, it is being willing to go to the wall for what you want or believe in, to push beyond your previous mental and physical limits, no matter what it takes.” – Lorii Myers

There are people who do this in daily life. Redefine their selves, challenge their boundaries and conquer their fears. It is not an illusion. They are masters at taking on a habbit . Breaking down a bad one and building so much momentum, it takes them to a higher place. I have not reached there yet. I’m a writer with a belly I have to loose and a flood of manuscript, but yet I keep going. Why? Because theres things that I have finished, there’s goals that I have to illuminate, and testify too . Claim this week as your becoming. If you have a mental negative habbit, if your mind is consumed with doubt. Testify , even if it’s just for a moment. Write a list of all the positive things you have accomplished and stick it on the fridge, your shopping list. This will be your affirmation, to counter any argument. The mind is like a courtroom, spirit is the defender, when your mind puts you on trial, claim your own space,speak it out loudly into the universe. This is where I stand, here is what I’ve done. List your habbits,good ones. And write another list, get a journal and be ready to break down your bad ones, you will slip up, lots of times. Set a reminder on your phone. And enjoy the process, so it engages all of you. Reward yourself at the end of every two weeks,month or so,for a job well done. Maybe it’s the completion of a chapter, a blog post, or even a newsletter, but when the light is on green, you must go.

Dream Track

“It is often when night looks darkest, it is often before the fever breaks that one senses the gathering momentum for change, when one feels that resurrection of hope in the midst of despair and apathy.”  — Hillary Clinton

Night terrors,we all know them so well. The fear of not being good enough, the fear of not measuring up,the fear of imposter syndrome. Sometimes we imagine it’s a big label on the tops of our forehead, and often people can see the madness in our eyes. A different madness, when life has spun the recorder too quickly and all the tape is now squashed. Yet , you must remember as you run in your lane,you are not the only one on the track. You cannot run everybody else’s race for them otherwise you will not qualify, but as you run, as you execute what you have practice d over again in your mind just remember, that you are not on your own. You are not alone in life’s track, you must keep going. No matter how many races you’ve run unfinished, remember that if this is the one,you want,this is the dream you want. You must see it, touch it, taste it,feel it, and try your best not to listen to the heckles from the crowd. It is difficult I know. Sticks and stones right? No. Words can corrupt,erode, disrupt,words are powerful and dangerous weapons, so as you use your words and language to build yourself up, and you face life with steely determination, just remember that the vision may tarry, but it will surely come to pass. But what about you, do you plan to help it, or will you listen to the crowd that are talking the talk, but are not on the field running the race.

Yes that was me


Almost any decision is better than no decision — just keep moving.” – Danielle LaPorte

When fear and procrastination rear their ugly head , sometimes you don’t sit in the middle of the ocean and let the current drown you, you keep swimming. For the shore may not be too far away.

All creatives and uncreatives deal with the challenge of execution, yet perspective is key. If you believe this challenge will finish you,then access denied. Yet if you can gather strength from someone, reach in deep and pull until, yes it is a game of tug of war. Redefining a new habbit. You will fail many times,as I have done. Failure will
Echo and run a parade before your eyes, and yet remember your vision board, remember the affirmation on your lips, words that came out like a siren song, danced like a Gogo dancer before the gods, so brazen, so bold, and now what are you gonna cover your eyes with embarrassment. What if you weren’t , what if you were to utter the word, and allow it to become flesh, let it stand before you a titan, let it swing it’s dick before your eyes, then you blush, and you like a smitten teenager will simply say. I claim that, yes , that indeed was me.

Itch Of the Pen

With each itch of the pen, we are all craftsmen trying to craft perfect sentences. Trying to construct a brilliant story to animate the lives of our audience. What and why? These are the asks. What is compelling you to keep going as the author with the makavelian pen. Today as I do often times I googled self published authors that wrote books which made them multi millionaires. Blockbusters, and some were even turned into films. Yet what engages me, what bewitches me is the sheer gusto, the dynamism, compulsion and the discipline. How did they muster the strength and the independence, to sell their stories and outwit the dragons of their niche. Giants who have held audiences captive for decades? How did they keep going when book sales plummeted, when reviews were poor, when manuscripts were denied by conventional gate keepers who believed their work was not up to par. So much confidence in a market that’s already over saturated, these beacons of hope and faith, just kept going. This is not just inspiring, it is incredible. If they had listened to someone else’s ” friendly advice” or the ” naysayer” that could have been the yaysayer, their lives could have turned out completely different. What I love about these stories is they didn’t sit on the sidelines simply sobbing that no one wants to give them a chance, they stood up and created their own opportunities.
They stood up to be counted.

Something About you

There is something about you

I cannot comprehend it

Dare I say it,

I will not pretend it

A smile from you

Is like something warm on the skin

Electric , engaging

Something enchanting

Merlin’s wand has bewitched Me in the dark

My eyes are electric

Ignite and they spark

Missing in the Midnight Air

There is something missing tonight

Beyond the liquorice taste of a kiss

Beyond our limbs entangled slick from sweat

Milk pooling at our centres

Where has your distracted mind travelled

Disappearing down winding alleys

Has it seen moon

egg poignant in sky

Has it seen clouds like marshmallows

Candy,sweet cocoon,

A soft butterkiss to chase nightmares away

Where is your magic?

As my sky beds the mattress

My oblivion too far from here.

The waters

Beneath a studded moon
The bones lay fragile limbre atop the soil,
She has walked for many miles, the horse has galloped a way. She weeps beside a narrow stream, her sobs are belly deep, nature’s promise of new rains is to descend on the girl with the half moon scar and the missing sun beam in her eye. Where will she go now, who will she become, the jester who danced before her, the Gypsy who predicted a polite future to say the least has disappeared. Where has she gone now, where have they all gone? Where is home? As she picks up her feet and begins to walk slowly dragging her limbs, a moonbeam shines down on the stream, the waters are muddied, but she must drink, she must restore ,the waters.

Far from a wonder

It is far from a wonder , that I awe at you. Are you not majestic in frame, did god not create such a wonderful thing, a jewel to the eye, a bud from a rose, dare I say it, you are wonderous. Soft to the touch, like a lovers scribble on a page ,you are a word I hold dear. Let me pocket you within the confines of me, treasure you till all but else fades away, you are a treasure, something warm for the world to see, you my love have claimed your position. As the busy disappear down the unwinding streets, you remain my nautica, a compass for my heart,and as the seasons change, and the ivory moon fades into its blissful sky, I my love await your touch. For more than silk, for more than gold, you are a sight to behold.

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