Do we give readers what marketers say they want, or what we want to write?

Over the past year or so I have paid for a number of marketing courses to help me sell my books. Unfortunately, when I signed up I didn’t realise that when they promised that I would sell tons of books if I followed their plan, that the books they were talking about wouldn’t be mine.

What do you mean? I hear you say.

Well, I mean, that these courses are designed to help you sell books that sell, which may not necessarily be your books. They cater for genre pulp fiction or non-fiction self-help type books. If you don’t write stuff like that, then from my experience, you won’t sell that many books. If you  follow the training in all of these authorpreneurral type courses where a few writers make millions out of selling novella style crime/mystery/whodunnit stories, then you will succeed. Especially if you are prepared to give most of your books away. Literature in general is suffering because of this influx of junk food style prose, in my opinion.

Readers don’t always want safe, they want different. Give it to them – please!

I don’t want to write like everyone else.

My motivation for writing does not come from the desire to make money, it comes from the desire to write for the thrill, the fun, the wonder of the written word. I am passionate about my writing. I laugh, cry, hurt when I write. I feel exhausted sometimes after I have spent a few hours struggling with sentences that won’t work, or characters that say things like, ‘Paul, we’ve done it!’ Ah! Done what? Now I have to figure out what they’ve done. It’s called imagination and you won’t find that in any course.

So, writers, not authors, writers – write from the heart, the gut, the soul – not from the bank account.

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Here is a wonderful poem by Charles Bukowski which sums up my rant beautifully.

So You Want To Be A Writer

if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it for money or
fame,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don’t do it.
if it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
don’t do it.
if you’re trying to write like somebody
else,
forget about it.
if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you’re not ready.

don’t be like so many writers,
don’t be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don’t be dull and boring and
pretentious, don’t be consumed with self-
love.
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleep
over your kind.
don’t add to that.
don’t do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don’t do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don’t do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was.

 

If you would like to know more about my work, please visit my website  Oddly Books:

http://www.oddlybooks.com

 

Want Something Different To Read For Mother’s Day?

Firstly, I want to say Happy Mother’s Day to all the wonderful mothers out there.

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I am all for celebrating the joy  and hard work of motherhood. I think it is a wonderful idea to have a special day to say thanks, but I do get a bit fed up with all the over-the-top sugary sentimentality that the event conjures up.

So, as an antidote, let me share my Sestina – Echo– with you all. It may be a little dark, but it does celebrate the relationship between a mother and daughter.

Sestina – Echo

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In blackness, Mother reaches for the light

switch, but the bulb has blown. There’s a candle

under her pillow, ready for a time

like this – when the darkness grips. A cut

on her arm has festered and now the skin

appears red and taught; an angry mark.

She tries to rub it away, but the mark

won’t go. Mother cowers, whispers, ‘No light.’

Calls out, ‘Mary, quick.’ Then picks at the skin

around the wound. Mother lifts the candle

rubs it on the dirty scratch. Mary says, ‘Cut

again?’ Then sets the wick on fire. One time

she found Mother naked, another time

crouched in the corner making a mark,

a sign to her daughter. A broken nail cut

her arm, left a blood trail that soaked up light.

Mary saw it flow and seep into the candle

whose flame highlighted Mother’s aged skin

hanging in folds. Mary peers at her own skin.

But the dimness hides the truth; that at some time

gravity will win. Mary takes the candle.

Sees a rough carving of a heart-shaped mark.

Did Mother make this? A bird calls as light

shines through the window. It’s enough to cut

into the gloom they stand in, and to cut

away the chill. It shines upon the skin

they share, so similar in this half-light.

Mary shudders at the thought that in time

her fate will be to scratch out such a mark

and wear her body half melted like candle

wax. A strand of hair has stuck to the candle.

She pulls it off revealing a perfect scar, a cut

embedded. With her thumb she makes a mark

like Mother made, leaving some of her skin

behind. They smile at the symmetry; how time

has crept up behind them and how the light

transformed the candle wax into a fresh skin

to lay across the cut, giving it time

to heal the mark, slowly fading in the light.

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If you enjoyed this poem, you might like to read more unusual and darkly inspiration stories to be found in my anthology – Glimmer and other stories.

On the Eighth Day:

“He wriggled and pushed the bedclothes down. It was the first time I had seen him in the flesh.  His skin was white, and smooth as the skin on warm milk.

Never knew a man could feel so soft. More used to rough hands grabbing, not knowing what they touched.

He knew.

At least, I hoped so. Hard to tell. Been a while since I was in the company of a male.”

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‘The subjects range from humour to horror and supernatural romance to repressed creativity – they all have an underlying oddness about them which is quite refreshing. Recommended for those who enjoy something a bit out of the ordinary.’

‘Glimmer and other stories’ is a miniature treasure chest of jewels. I absolutely loved these short stories. As I was reading, I fell into a trance of adjectival excess… they were mesmerising, masterful, original, eloquent, lyrical, clever…’

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Life-O-Suction Guest Post by Queen of Spades

It gives me great pleasure to present to you a very talented poetry and prose writer – Queen of Spades.

I could go on and on about her work and who she is, but I think Queen does a fabulous job of doing that herself.

So, take it away Queen of Spades!!!

Shoebox and Scrapbook

 

For those moments when my thoughts are at their most random, the end results can be a picture or a poem. Some are for a studio audience and others are for the bottom of a fancy shoebox.

Today I’d like to share some of my random pictures, along with a bit of backdrop surrounding them.

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If I’m not mistaken it was around July—close to the time where America celebrates its independence. I was suffering from a bit of massive cabin fever, dying to get out but wanting to feel pretty. Random my design became with the eyes and that was the end result.

A few little lines were inside my head. I jotted them down on a piece of receipt paper that was left in my car.

Funny how we are always celebrating freedom
but more often than not,
we’d rather be Free to be Dumb
that chain ourselves to Knowledge.
If those are the only choices I have,
let me be Intelligence’s slave
and my Emancipation never be paid
with acres or a mule.

There was more but I got busy. With different errands here and there. Once those were completed and I made it back home, I tried to recapture that spirit. Unfortunately, it was gone and so was the spark that began the poem.

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This is just outside of my house, prior to the time change—when one could still see a light sky at around 8 at night. It was the hue of the sky more than anything: varying shades of purple with the yellow here and there.

Lines from that scene … I still have not deciphered what they mean or if they will appear anywhere beyond this guest post.

These branches will never break away. How can they when the roots are in disarray? They will never let her defy gravity to run her fingers through the clouds—too slow for solace, too fast for substance.

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I wanted to zoom in on the fantastic green of the tree, making it the focal point more so than the boat. I think that was accomplished. It was one of the happenstances where my mind was empty—a peace obtained not by mediation but just existed. Those are few and far in between for me, so when they come I cherish them.

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Man I can’t feel my face
not because I’ll mess up the mascara
but because I’m still not certain
this is really my face.

Yes, I am a creature of habit but the door has been opened to experimenting. Not too long ago, I went to a department store to have a professional makeover. There are so many things in the world of makeup I didn’t know existed. Brow primer? Brow wax? Lip primer? Different brushes, different techniques. My jaw would have been dropped the whole time, if I didn’t have to keep still for the makeup artist to put product on me. The end result placed a lot of emphasis on my brows and eyes while downplaying my lips. If one looks closely, there’s even a bit of blush on my cheeks which I tend not to do. When I imagine blush, I think of my grandma who would put a rouge dot on each side of her face. So you can understand why blush equaled bolt.

I have not dared to look that grand again recently but I have marked a lot of Beauty Tips 101 You Tube videos as “Watch Later”.

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It’s so easy to put on makeup
and get many likes and shares
but Social Media drowns into whispers, then quiet
if there is something significant
or if one is bare.

A day in my life … after I’m off my day job or a day I’m not working. I do a “howdidya” do—my way of describing an updo obtained without the use of Bobbi pins. First, having long Earth locs can be quite heavy and breaks are needed from time to time to get them off my neck or away from my face. Second, I’m not a fan of Bobbi pins. I can’t sleep in them and if they are in my head for too long, I get the “itchies” and start yanking them out anyway. I’m saving the pins the rejection; they should be thanking me!

In the backdrop are images I use as a bit of a motivational collage, if you will. I take advantage of the fact that the slope of the wall is actually the roof of the house. Besides, it is challenging to hang framed pictures with a strong possibility that they would fall. Cleaning up bits of glass is not my favorite thing.

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Haikus for Boris the Feral Cat – in honour of National Black Cat Day

boris up closishSince it is National Black Cat Day, I thought that I would re-blog this post relating the story of a plucky feral cat we named Boris. He has overcome so much and is now a loving and talkative feline that loves to play and be cuddled.

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About a year ago a black feral tomcat came into our garden and decided to stay. He would come and go and catch the rats that plagued us. So, to thank him we began to give him some food. Winter came along and he shivered in the cold. We built him a kennel and he kept as warm as he could. Gradually over the months he became quite friendly and allowed us to pet him. One day he didn’t turn up. Not that unusual, especially in the warmer months, he would go off for a few days at a time, return famished and sleep for a while before going away again. This time he was missing for a week. Then we saw him squatting by the place we fed him. He stood and limped over to us. He had been in a terrible accident. His back legs were badly injured, one was very swollen and his tail had been stripped of all its fur.


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He was thin and clearly in a lot of pain. We nursed him as best we could and gradually he recovered. During the course of his recovery, he became the most loving and affectionate cat I have ever known. Now, Boris, as we called him, is our shadow and follows us everywhere when we go outside. He is so adorable and very talkative. He loves to be cuddled and plays with various toys our other cats have long forgotten about. He will never be able to join us indoors, because we have several other felines that would object strongly, but he is welcome to be our outside cat and we will continue to make sure he is warm and well fed. To celebrate his return to health, I decided to do some slow synch flash photographs of Boris at play, and write some Haikus to go along with the pictures. I have fiddled with the photographs to try and make them look more like paintings or pastel art works.

So, here’s to Boris. One hell of a cat!! Boris blue

From out of the blue

Whiskers and claws, swipe at the

Mouse unused to play

Boris jumping

Feral leaves, feral

Cat, both fall and tumble in

Autumn’s blustering

Boris eyes Beyond the greyness

Red. A slash of hue amidst

The colourless day

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They become circle

For one brief moment and then

Split like a seedpod

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He wanders solo

Shrugging off the shoulder ghost

His Doppelganger

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Half in the picture

Long white nails scratch at the air

Summer leaves behind  

Happy National Black Cat Day to Boris and all the other black cats in the world!!

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Versatile Blogger Award

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I am very honoured to be nominated for the Versatile Blogger Award.

Many thanks to Karen Einsel for nominating me.

You can check out her wonderful post here: http://karensdifferentcorners.wordpress.com/

So, here are the rules for the Versatile Blogger Award – kindly given to me by Karen:

Thank the person who nominated you. In my case it was Karen.

Include a link to their blog, as I have done above.

Nominate 15 bloggers you think deserve the title Versatile Blogger. Mine are at the end of this post.

Tell the person who nominated you 7 things about yourself. And that’s it!!

Okay then – 7 things about me:

I do not enjoy talking about myself. I never know what to say and often come across as very silly indeed. I suppose being an actor for so many years was a wonderful way of hiding behind a character, but now that I am an author, I get asked all sorts of questions about ‘who I am’. Maybe I just don’t know.

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I experiment with the visual image and the written word. I love to take photographs of insects, especially in close up and macro. I like the patterns and textures of insects they are so varied and colourful. I find beauty in spiders and beetles and things that make most people go Yeuk!

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I am very disorganised. I have papers strewn all over my desk and floor in my room. Despite having shelves put up by my husband to store my files and folders, I still throw stuff around. Important things I do try to keep in order.

 

I use food to make poetry. I make soup out of nettles. It is really quite delicious. Nettles are full of good things, such as iron and potassium and other minerals. When asked what it tastes like, I can only say, “Green.”

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I like to stand outside and look at the sky. I especially enjoy watching thunderstorms. Where I live in the countryside, we have terrific storms with lots of thrilling lightening and booming thunder.

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I have lots of pyjamas. I get at least two pairs every Christmas. I wear them after I have a bath in the evening and would wear them outside; only I think people would take exception to my dress sense – or lack of it. Especially since I work in schools a lot.

 

I am always rescuing animals. Mice, voles, rats, birds, snakes, insects, and of course cats. I have lots of felines and can’t imagine my life without a cat or six.

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And here is my list of bloggers:

http://themirrorobscura.wordpress.com/

http://janedougherty.wordpress.com/

http://sfoxwriting.com/

http://russelrayphotos2.com/

http://jwpatten.wordpress.com/

http://jenningswright.wordpress.com/

http://donschlising.com/

http://photonatureblog.com/author/photonatureblog/

http://ryan.boren.me/author/ryan/

http://steviet3.wordpress.com/2014/07/12/my-fifth-novel-no-sex-please-im-menopausal-is-publi

http://terraverum.wordpress.com/

http://theopeningsentence.wordpress.com/

http://aewallaceblog.wordpress.com/

http://guyaldous.wordpress.com/about/

http://deidraalexander.com/

Presenting: The Confessional

Hi my name is Queen and I have a few confessions to make.

 

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First off before I even indulged in writing or sketching I was a fan of singing. This was the biggest indicator to the world around that I was relatively happy. I even sung in the choir during my middle school and junior high years. Now many years later I reserve my singing for the shower or when I’m doing my chores at home but I have a wonderful appreciation for people who can “sing with their chest”.

 

Excerpt from Inside of Me

I always feel
that inside of me,

there’s a song
waiting to come out.
Learning about different notes
makes me smile.
Memorizing little songs
makes me feel worthwhile.

 

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As far as relationships I’ve been in some doozies! I bet all of us have some stories to tell about the wacky things we do for love. Heck, I even had a blueprint drawn up! Yet even the best laid plans go awry like shown in Dreams of Fog(excerpt):

 

I envisioned myself

styling and profiling

with the finest of things!

 

Engaged by 26,

married by 28,

and having my tubes tied by 35!

 

Yes, everything was great!

 

But my dreams were not to be.

 

Reality clapped next to my ears,

reminding me of the shambles

that is my life.

 

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I had to find a way to get back on track. One way of doing that was addressing my fear and taking steps to conquer it. Now I’m not advocating violence by any means but it makes me smile how Courage, Faith and Love took care of business in Loss of Fear (excerpt):

 

One night,

as the sandman held me,

Fear heard a sound—

a moving about,

and Fear, being the paranoid

Ninny She was

arose from Her slumber

to see what it was all about.

 

And from behind,

Fear was nabbed

and She tried to scream,

but I didn’t hear Her,

immersed in my own dreams.

 

Courage cut off Fear’s oxygen.

Faith tied Her up.

Love picked Her up and quietly carted Her away

so as not to cause too much fuss.

 

Once Fear mysteriously (or not) disappeared, I had to find my way to Happiness. I was sprinting after it tenaciously but just kept missing the mark. But sometimes you just have to let things come to you:

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Butterfly

I see a butterfly

I like to call Happiness

sitting upon

a yellow rose petal.

I crouch low in the grass,

anticipating capture.

When I am almost near the flower,

it decides to fly away.

 

I see a butterfly

I like to call Happiness

sitting upon

my window sill while I’m cleaning.

My movements become slow,

steadily deliberate.

I almost touch its’ feet

when it’s on its’ way again.

 

I see a butterfly

I like to call Happiness

sitting upon

the leaves of a tree,

but this time, I ignore it

and proceed to my writings,

but this time around,

it takes a seat on my knee.

 

Could this possibly mean

that Happiness is also

meant for me?

 

And as if it sensed my thought,

it again decided to flee.

 

But this time, I’m not worried.

It’ll come back,

eventually.

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 Thanks to Queen of Spades for this wonderful insight into her life and thoughts.

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Author Spotlight – Nicua Shamira

I am very pleased to introduce a talented poet, artist, and prose writer, Nicua Shamira.

NicuaNicua Shamira is a wildlife management student who loves writing and reading good books. At the moment fantasy/adventure genres are her favourite but she also loves a good historical fiction. Growing up in Africa, on a farm, Nicua had wonderful opportunities to be out in nature and surrounded by animals. She now resides in Western Australia. She has two beautiful horses and a collection of adorable, naughty birds.

Nicua’s favourite authors of fictional works are J.R.R. Tolkien, Juliet Marillier, C.S. Lewis and many others.

Being an ‘outdoorsy’ person she love archery, hiking, horse-riding, swimming, snorkeling, running, etc. and her ‘indoor’ hobbies include painting, ballroom and Latin dancing, ice-skating, reading, writing and drawing.

Nicua has published a YA fantasy book under another name, but ‘Otherworldly’ is her first collection of short stories.

Several other books are in the works as well as booklets of poetry (one already published under the title ‘African Heartbeat’)

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I would like to begin by asking Nicua some questions so that we can get to know her a little better:

Tell us about yourself and your typical working day.

I am a South African living in Australia at the moment. I love animals, adventure, travel, nature and books among so many other things. My work days are actually not typical at the moment as I am studying, volunteering and working on different days. Having said that, I am enjoying being busy and have just signed up for a public speaking course to add into the busy equation.

Having read both your poetry and prose, I get a sense that you have a deep love of nature, would that be true to say?

Most definitely! I love nature and find most of my inspiration in it. Animals have been a massive part of my life, having cared for so many abandoned kittens, puppies, and helped to heal owls and all kinds of animals that people brought me out on the farm; as well as being surrounded by dogs,horses, rabbits and so many other wonderful creatures growing up.

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The wild places of the earth also speak to me and I am never happier than when I am in the heart-breakingly beautiful African bush or wandering through a misty, ethereal forest.Image

What inspired you to write Otherworldly short stories?

At first it began as a project to try my hand at short stories, and as I continued and realized how much I enjoyed it, it became more about sharing things I believe are important. Some themes I wanted to highlight were the importance of preserving nature, loyalty, open-heartedness and also to fuel the flame for old fashioned fairytales to stay alive.100_1927

Which do you prefer, writing poetry or prose?

I prefer writing prose as I find it very hard to share my poetry, it always feels too personal. I write a ton of poetry but I think I rather have the heart of a storyteller than the heart of a poet.

Do you have a favourite author/s? If so, who are they and why do you like them?

I have several favourite authors, but I think my top two would have to be J.R.R. Tolkien and Juliet Marillier. Tolkien because he created such an unbelievable and beautiful existence in Middle Earth. I also find his writing without equal and I think he has been my main literary influence for not only which books I read but also how I write. Juliet Marillier is such a brilliant author and her work is faultless. Her books have that magical quality that when you start reading them, it’s almost impossible to put them down. She creates strong female characters without them becoming annoying which is rare to find. I find a lot of inspiration in her work, I would like to be able to follow her lead in how balanced she keeps her characters, settings, etc. A few more I would love to mention as they have also been great inspirations are; C.S. Lewis, Gene Stratton Porter, the Bronte Sisters, Jane Porter (Scottish Chiefs), Suzanne Collins and Christopher Paolini.

If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?

I think I would choose New Zealand or the Scottish Highlands. Anywhere that is wild, filled with untouched nature, far away from the cities and has a Middle Earth feel to it. Hopefully in a small castle in the middle of a forest or beside a loch.

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What is your favourite genre to write in.

I adore fantasy. I am not a fan of writing in other genres because I have so many ideas and almost all of them include elves and fantasy lands that go far beyond the constraints of our small world. I love to journey into faraway lands filled with magic and adventure, and being able to hold the reins and actually mould the tale I wish in whatever manner without boundaries of our reality’s physics, it is absolutely wonderful.sylph

What I love about your work, are the beautiful physical descriptions of setting and characters that bring the stories and poems alive. Do you think your artistic side helps when you are writing a narrative?

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That might be one reason, I have not really thought of this before, but I also think another reason is that I am a very ‘visually dependent’ person. I love looking at beautiful things and descriptions colour in a picture and the more colour, the more happy I am. When reading I also always look for more descriptions so that I can properly paint the picture of the story in my head, I think that also relays into my writing.

If you could be a character in any novel and spend the weekend as that character in the book, what character and book would that be?

What a brilliant question! There are so many wonderful choices! But, I think I would love to be Arwen from Lord of the Rings, can’t think of many things that would be more wonderful than spending the weekend as an elvish princess in Middle Earth!

Finally, what are your future writing plans?

I have so many projects that I am so excited about and currently working on. I have around four fantasy novels quarter to halfway done with the rough drafts, the next book in The Dreamweaver Chronicles is begun, two more poetry books are  being compiled and I am hoping to release my next collection of short stories in a little while! There is also a novel I am working on that deals with an issue very close to my heart. It is not the usual genre I write and it is often a struggle, but I also feel that it is an important issue I want to address wrapped in a heart-warming story of friends, love, finding purpose and healing

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Thank you Nicua for telling us about your varied and interesting life, loves and works.

Now let’s hear about your anthology, which I have read and thoroughly enjoyed. You can see my review at the bottom of this blog, and on Goodreads and Amazon.

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Otherworldly is a collection of four short stories with fantasy, romance, futuristic and adventure themes. These stories delve into fairytale and legend taking the reader on adventures filled with magic, love, loyalty, intrigue, and thought-provoking themes.

Here are some extracts from reviews. You can see the full versions on Amazon.

Jason Clark (the full one is very long and says something about each story that might be a bit of a spoiler alert)

‘These four wonderful anecdotes are quick but packed with several layers and depth… Her narrative style is wonderful, with an easy natural flow. The descriptions and the scenery are vivid, though wildly different in each. I’m fairly certain the characters, time frame, and settings are completely unrelated in each tale. However, some commonalities are found in every one…Each fable has considerable emotional depth, with a mix of wonder, happiness, sadness, and warmth. I was particularly impressed that she is able to maintain that element, while still creating an intellectually stimulating scheme.’

By Bronson Hawkins

‘Summary/First Reactions: “Otherworldly” is an assortment of four brain teasing and heart warming short stories. My favorite story among the four is Red Ribbon. With footsteps hitting me the hardest in my feel space. The thing that I liked most about this collection of short stories is that it never ceased to surprise me. Nicua Shamira was excellent in shifting and twisting these stories in my head. With the characters not really pulling the story along…

The Good: Its beautiful. It’s stunning. Its lovely. It’s heartbreaking. It’s simply amazing.

The Bad: I could find nothing wrong with the novel other that the fact that its too short. I want more.

Overall: 5/5 A Indiesently Good Read!!!

By Sahar Sabati

This wonderful collection of four short stories brings to life with almost startling realism mythical creatures. The book’s strength lies in the author’s ability to weave a tale that flows with great ease, scooping you up and carrying you into a world you will find yourself easily immersed in. I also love the way these stories touch, as gently as the author writes, on topics such as awareness of nature’s beauty in the first story, Cascade. I hope that another short story collection is already on its way!’

My review (edited version)

This collection of short stories by Nicua Shamira, are beautifully written narratives that draw the reader into fantasy worlds richly described and inhabited by tantalizing mythological creatures and humans. Written in the first person, each story has its own unique setting from a water-based land in ‘Cascade’ to the dark and harsh landscape in ‘Red Ribbon. Both tales are strangely haunting with hints of love and regret, and they do linger well after reading.

I enjoyed the different cast of characters in each story that essentially are there to explore mankind’s connection with nature and the environment. And it was my only criticism – that on occasions they came across less well developed than the physical environments they inhabited. But, what I liked was the message behind each story; to nurture and not destroy this beautiful planet we live in, to stop experimenting with genetics, to accept our frailties and live our lives in harmony

I did enjoy reading these stories and believe that Nicua is a very talented writer that has the potential to be great. I will read more of her work, as she is a writer to look out for.

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If you want to know more about Nicua or purchase her work, below are the links:

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17934717-otherworldly#other_reviews

http://www.amazon.com/Otherworldly-Nicua-Shamira-ebook/dp/B00CUYXNQW/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1393390044&sr=1-1

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6062022.Nicua_Afriqa_Dazyl

http://terraverum.wordpress.com/

https://www.facebook.com/nicua.smit.7

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