To write or not to write…?

Hello everyone! It’s great to be back and to be writing. Just because I haven’t been here doesn’t mean I haven’t been writing other things. I have, I wrote 3 short novels that I don’t know what to do with. Seriously, should I publish or leave them be? I’ll leave them alone for now.

So, as you all know I would love to be a published author, who doesn’t? Those of us who love literature always dream of making it big. And by big I mean, having hundreds of thousands of people reading my book, that would be an amazing feeling! The money is just a bonus, at least for me it is!

I published my book of poetry and I was very excited but then looking back now, maybe I’m not a poet?  I have seen and read some amazing poetry here, that really compared to them I feel like a child. Very discouraging.

The other problem? I have seen and read some of the indie authors and I have to say whooaaa… Do I sound like that? Some people have awesome talent, others have had the education for it and many times you have both. I never went to school for it, although that was my passion as a teenager. Some writers out there, they really don’t have the talent for it, I saw this book about a woman and her four alien men. Ummm…. really? People read this? WOW. I’m not trying to criticize about the type of work you write, but it’s really disheartening for us who want to write a book about something meaningful. I’m not trying to change the world, I’m just trying to write a good book that you can talk about with your friends and hopefully recommend!

The first time I picked up a book, I was transferred to a whole completely world, it was exhilarating and I wanted to create that for others too, I still do.

But am I good enough? My family and friends have been very encouraging and they always tell me I have great stories. But am I a great writer? There’s a difference you see, I could come up with awesome stories, but do I have the talent to write them? I don’t know.

There’s a novel that I’m working on now, and I haven’t let anyone read it, I would like to finish it, edit it and then have someone read it, to tell me the truth.

You know that saying your biggest critic is yourself? They obviously never had sisters, because my sisters are my biggest critics. Not that I’m complaining, but they will plunge a knife, then twist it when it comes to critiquing my work, and then stab me again and keep twisting it until there’s no blood left. Half the time I will agree with them and they do give me great feed back, the other half, I don’t agree with them. But I guess that’s to be expected.

At this point I’m still going to continue writing my stories, hopefully someone across my city will pick it up, read it and enjoy it. Is that so much to ask for?

I love talking with you guys, my thoughts are everywhere and I may not make a lot of sense, but it really does help to clear my head!



I just wanted to come in and say Merry Christmas! Hope your days are filled with cookies, laughter and family.

On behalf of my friend Stefan, I would like for you to check out his page. He was diagnosed with cancer and he has been struggling with it and of course so is his family. He’s in a financial situation where he has 2 children with autism, therefore his wife can’t work and must stay home. Stefan is the only one who brings money in so they are really struggling. Please I beg all of you to donate or share this page! Thank you all so much! God bless you all!!

Lazy Day

In my house I want to stay
In my pj’s the whole day
Wondering from room to room
I think maybe I should use the broom
But I’m just too lazy
And it would make crazy
To think that I have work to do
But all this time I knew
Sooner or later I need to work
Thinking about it makes me go berserk
I should just grab the ax
Work it and them relax
I need to stop thinking about Monday
And just eat a delicious sundae.

Lest We Forget

Lest we forget

That you fought for freedom

For our rights

For our government

For our Country

For our people.

Lest we forget

The sacrifices you made

The ones you left behind

The ones who cried

When you gave them your last hug

your last kiss

your last good bye

Lest we forget

The people you were forced to kill

the injured left behind

the friends who died

while trying to watch out each others back

Lest we forget

The desperation

The anger

The sorrow

The killers

The victims

The dead

Lest we forget

Our soldiers

Our Men

Our Women

Our Heroes.

Lest we forget.

Another race?

Have you ever been asked if you’re a different race from what you really are? I was on the bus once and this older gentleman came up to me and asked if I was Indian.  I had a hard time understanding him because he had a thick accent so I said yes (I had asked him to repeat himself like 3 times so I just decided to go with the flow) I told him I didn’t speak Punjabi.  We had a nice conversation.
Then I had a guy asked me if I was Jamaican, again I said yes,  this time I told him I was half white and half black.
Since then I have changed my story,  I have been half Chinese half Spanish or Arab and Korean and of course Canadian Aboriginal. I guess I have one of those faces, I can be any race I want.  It’s fun to see how people react. 
What have you been asked?  I’m curious to know.