For long as I can remember I switched careers too many times to count. Once upon a time, before college, I said I wouldn't mind being a lawyer, firefighter, and many others. Writing was not one of the few careers I sought out. I like to believe the pen choose me and like King Arthur, I pulled it from the stone. Ever since, it became my weapon for inspiration, stories, and a new voice. Like a benevolent king, I want to conquer the hearts of my fans.
I remember college during my freshmen year. Two friends were talking about how they started a book. Back then that idea muddled with me. Those guys inspired me. At that moment I realized something so simple, anyone can do it. For two-semester, I was trying to pursue a fire science degree...Finally, I made a U-TURN and forged a new path...Where does your path lead you?
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Like a forger, use your pen to carve a weapon. With intoxicating prose. Etch new life. Your words, your message should captivate, it allures. People will attack with negative comments, you have to get back up, keep writing. After all, you are the wordsmith! This is your story. Loyalty is better than royalty. Find yourself a team, have them read or spread your message by word of mouth. Make sure everyone goals are align then achieve it! Find the Gnre(Yes, people will just as fast point out he/she spelled genre wrong, Your the wordsmith, you wanted something different. Just continue..) Another way to find your genre. There is a car crash on 31st St. Say the book is a mystery/thriller. Instantly what comes to mind? Was the car tampered with? You want to find clues. You want to know why or how. Say we change it to romance, or family life. Are you crying yet? No? okay, say a family just got back from a wonderful evening event. How badly do you want your audience to weep? Lets test it... A family driving back home after celebrating at an art exhibit, the mother decided to surprise her beloved husband after he sacrificed something he truly loved. Then the accident happens. This time direct the audience... is the family okay? I hope nobody got hurt. Then add this, “Syble, Syble honey. Yes this is an emergency. Yes...a collision.” Six Year Black a short story coming soon! Stone TabletMy goal is to leave my fans craving for more? What I hope to achieve is a story where the audience picks an outcome. That right there is a virus. It leaves them with various questions: Are they going to reunite, will she live, or why did the novel end that way? This virus spreads like a uhm...a disease.
Fans will share the enticing tale they just read. Questions that linger they spread on to a family member or maybe close buddy. "So how do you interpret this part? How/Why did the author do that? Let me know when you finish reading!" There only one answer...Comment if you have an answer?! The Green used to live in the woods where life was luscious. After Syble's mother career as a lawyer picked up the family moved to the city. Coming home from an art exhibit, a car collision happened. The collision tragically took the father's life and snatch Syble's eyesight. The mom and daughter go through life with a wounded heart. They manage to cope with their losses until the mother puts a dangerous man behind bars after she won her case. If only she knew that winning would also place her child in danger. Blind and afraid Syble is kidnapped...
Believe me, it's scary having others review your work. So please as a new author criticize my work if it helps. I do not expect all positive reviews and as a writer, it cannot be helped. People will condemn your work, they will put you in the corner that will be a hard setback. Nonetheless, dust of the negative comments and continue. Keep your pen and screen moving. Maintain one idea in mind there is no guaranteed that everyone will appreciate your work. At this point, it's not just a book that is published. It's your masterpiece. "I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.” - Thomas A. Edison I admire this. What's your count on? *Do what you love guys. I cannot stress that enough, you will find something that works!* The Sun does not Rise for Wealth or FameWhatever you inspire to be, its a long journey. The only question is, are you rising solely for the wealth?
We didn't always live in the big city. It is nice but I rather spend my time in the past. When memories were real. My imagination so full, I gave birth to new life. Imaginary friends and more. The grass was definitely greener. But its scary now. Unbearable in fact.
My life is like a landmine, each step I take it's dangerous. Should I avoid a mine there is another waiting to terminate my happiness. I thought leaving my first home was tough, becoming blind wasn't even the worst part of my life, in fact, that's almost laughable. It doesn't even scratch the surface. My suffering began when I woke up... Mom never did stop crying. It is not that I don't want to cry, but more like I entered a bleak nightmare and I do not want to wake up. It's chilly. “They are descending dad now.” Mom composes herself long enough to tell me. My heart aches. I ball up my fist. The air is odorless. There is a slight drizzle from above. Each drop that touches my skin opens up a new wound. I look up and open my eyes. I want to scream. This right here, this is the worst part. Its the grudging, unforgivable truth when I wander up to his casket at his eulogy, I couldn't see him. This right here, this is making my heart bleed. “Dad?” I remember calling, Tears rain around me from mom, friends, and loved ones. The weather frightening chilly. *Stay active if you like to find out more about Syble in Six Years Black...* May not be the best but gosh darn it, its mine, and I am keeping it! Hard work was put into this trailer, therefore, enjoy as I do. I cannot stress enough, try the prologue, its a unique story you wont forget...
Writing is fun. Plain and simple. The thoughts of having someone else read your work is daunting. Rather its grammar or you lack confidence in your craft. Take a step back, breath, and come out the shadows... I myself am not an avid reader. I did not grow up with an idea that screams I am going to be a writer. However, do not be afraid to pick up a book(*cough* Rooks of the Raven) It helps but not vital like everyone tries to scare you. If you cannot sit and read 100 books in a month do not fret. I know I cannot nor will I. Instead, pinpoint what genre you read the most. Maybe try a show or movies you watch the most because right there is your niche. Authors PurposeHypnosis......
Draw readers in with each turn of the page. I want my fans to enter a trance. By the time I release them they went on an epic journey. They wake up realizing the dream they had was the essence the tale. They feel the characters struggles, faces dried of tears. Some will relate. And only one thought comes to mind...... #authorsAssistauthors #RooksoftheRaven #SixYearsBlackcomingsoon Welcome, please have a seat, and lets explore the universe of opportunities. Imagine living with adversity then all sudden, the world opens up. Your mind expanding. You realize you can reach, stretch, that light at the end of the tunnel, that is your dream. GRAB it! Have HEART otherwise it will slip through your palms like sand. As a young author, I am hungry. And guess what? Its time to eat. With your help we can feast. The story I tell, are not appetizers, no, they will deliver you a five star meal. I want you to (devour the unknown to digest knowledge.) Take a leap of faith. See you on the other side... (Please feel free to interpret the quote. ) Hello everyone, my name is Franklin Neal. I am a self-published author of one book Rooks of the Raven but with plenty more coming out. I am 23 years young. You cannot imagine the thrill I feel following my dream. On here I will post my latest updates and when my books will be available rather free promotion or a new release. You can find more details in the Novel tab above. Thanks again and welcome to the family.
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