“She is waiting’.
“Sorry. She is waiting”.
I knew who ‘she’ is and I wasnt really looking forward to speaking with ‘her’.
‘She’, is our best selling author. The one I signed five years ago, and who gave the company it’s big break. Nicky Oh. Yes, just like Jackie O. I rubbed my temples, warding off the migraine that was soon to be filling its space.
“Thanks K”.
Is my real name Angel Harrt? Hi, welcome to the world of a writer. A name is just a name, or is it? There are many struggles writers encounter. Some daily, others sporadically. Struggles vary from word usage to topics to cover. From book covers to pricing. It’s a struggle and one that isn’t easily…
“Hi Skye. ” I answered with less enthusiasm than a sloth. I was not in any mood to be friendly especially to Skye who was enjoying her life. Charles had carried her on a vacation in Paris recently. She was in ecstasy and I was in mourning. “You have got to get out of bed…
She felt the stir. She was once an early riser. One who did not await the dawn, but since you came into her life, she slept a little later. It wasn’t a laziness that kept her eyes shut. No. Nothing of the sort. It was the thought of you awakening her. She knew that special…
Black rain There is something different about the bath tonight Leaving a burst of gloom and coldness Enveloping my thoughts Breaking into the silence Slapping at the skin Eating away at the wall Shattering the ambience Leaving behind a flood of emotions Do not bother to find a silhouette The mere whisper of what was…
Always a question that is posed to me and I always, always pause. There was a time I placed my thoughts and sexuality in a space where it would not be able to bring shame. That’s how I used to view sex. That’s how I used to view nakedness. As a shameful act. Not a…
