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Trees, people and similarities

“The Forest of Trees had once been just a simple forest, a beautiful, rich one at that, until slowly but steadily, trees changed for some reason.

No two trees were alike and for hundreds of years their variety had been the source of joy and beauty. All the trees had something in common, yet each of them was unique. Their singularities were intricately woven into the tapestry of The Forest.

Oddly enough, all the beautiful years and shared experience hadn’t brought wisdom. In time, the trees became disagreeable and lost compassion or patience for each other. They started to push each other and over-shadow each other’s light. They stole each other’s humidity by extending their roots. Some scared away their neighbour’s treetop dwellers – birds, bats, squirrels and bugs, pretending that their branches only got caught up in their neighbour’s treetops due to strong winds. Branches grew winded at night, and then curled up to hide during the day. Veiled by darkness, they would stretch out their coils, steal and smash their neighbour’s fruit in sheer malice. In daylight, dried up twigs were discarded, thrown in the faces of other trees. Only the sun and the moon witnessed the conflicts.

The Forest War for territory was just as stupid and pointless as any other war in history. There was quite enough room for all the existent trees, their offspring and then some, not to mention all kinds of creatures scurrying and flying around. However, enough is never enough where bad blood is concerned, even when it is not blood at all.”

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A fun new children’s funbook!

It is funny how giddy I feel over this new project!

This is a special funbook edition of the story Winky’s Colours, prepared by the author who is also a teacher and a parent. Apart from the original story about Winky, this funbook is also filled with worksheets, riddles, colouring pages and wordgames, and all the illustrations are black&white. Have fun!

Winky is a little penguin who lives his life with a black&white family in nature filled with black, white and gray. All he dreams of are colours! So one day he decides to leave his home and go on an expedition to find colours. He will meet friends, face life-risking adventure and find more than he expected.
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Rhino Magic

An excerpt from Rhino Magic, my story in Looking into the Abyss:

‘Mummie, mummie, come here quickly! You’ve got to see this!’

Ginger dragged her feet from the kitchen to the living room for the hundredth time that day. There was no gingerly step left in her to justify her name, not after a sleepless night spent trying to get her son’s fever down.

‘What, honey?’

She struggled to sound interested, and failed miserably. Jake was kneeling on the bed and pointing at the TV, his blurred eyes sparkling with excitement, above the gloomy eyebags and thin cheeks.

He used to be so big and strong that they called him their beast. No seven-year-old should have to suffer kidney problems.

‘The man in the show… the documentary… he said the rhino is considered to be the unicorn’s cousin. Unicorn! Can you believe it?’

Thank you for inviting me onto this project, @Paul White.

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The Power of Words

“The power of words has always fascinated me. There are limitless possibilities in the use of only one of them. Its power stems not only from its lexical meaning, but also its historical connotations and changes, previous contexts, media and user, audience, location and timing. As is always the case with a superpower, a word can be used for good or evil, and alas, misunderstood or misused. But whatever the effect, the desired one or its complete opposite, effect takes place, and it makes a change or a difference, or both.

It never ceases to amaze me how many emotions and ideas can stem from just one word. When you see it, hear it or say it, regardless of whether its effect is immediate or delayed, it is simply unbeatable and irresistible. It’s like magic, and I do like magic, just like any other child trapped in an ageing body.

One such word, hidden within a bundle of other wonderful and horrible, yet all impressive words, as I read it in one of my all-time favourite stories, grabbed my attention instantly. It was ‘threshold’. Mind you, in the story I was reading, it was completely unimportant, and simply denoted the entrance to a house in a description. But to me, it was that word which stopped me from reading and forced me to pick up a pen and write this story.

The Threshold is about change, which is different for everyone, no more or less than we deserve. The threshold is always open, but what we choose to do with the door is our choice, and ours alone.”

(from the Foreword to The Threshold)

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Tearful and grateful

Still tearful over this latest review for The Forest of Trees. It is so wonderful to see how different readers find different characters to love in this story. It fills my heart with so much joy and gratitude. Thank you to all who read and review books. You may not know this, but your reviews are often the tipping point – either we keep writing or we give up and stiffle the stories within us. Thank you for encouraging my creative yawp!
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Representing my poetic triplets

These are three Versus Verses poetry collections, each focusing on a slightly different angle:

1. Feel – deals with just letting out your emotions into poetry, using poetry as an almost healing, meditative process, not being ashamed to show when you feel down, tired, empty, drained, frustrated, angry… For me, it is so effective that I rarely go back to those poems once I write those feelings out of me, but I must have written the bad moods out truly well, because I’ve had readers ask me after reading it if I was all right.

2. Love – Not sure if you’ve noticed, but these subtitles are not nouns, but verbs. So don’t expect swooning, sweating or googly-eyed poems from this one. This is about learning how to love, focus and channel it, express it, even the for those you don’t like but have to bear in life, and even, or especially, the love for yourself. Loving yourself enough to admit you don’t like some people but will not let it eat you up from inside. Loving your partners, children, work even…

3. Imagine – Aaah the stuff imagination can provide! Imagine if you could see the world differently, see the beyond, both the bad and the good, the magic we mostly consider unreal… Imagine also being able to identify with a wolf, a drop of water, a deep well… You can, you know. Imagine. Anything is possible.

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Just the three of them…

And then there were three… Here they are – my three poetry collections finally at home, nicely snuggled on my bookshelf after posing for this photo. Who knew I’d get here some day, right;)?!

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Which self do you feed?

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Why indie and proud?

What is #IndiePrideDay? For me, it means a lot of things.

I am proud to be an independent author because I know I dared to cross the threshold of my average daydreams, and walk into this huge forest of trees (namely: self-doubt, time-consuming book promotion, social media presence, the writing/illustrating zone, editing and revising, begging for reviews, battling to keep them, and so on and so forth…).

I dared to feel and love this hobby of mine called writing, and I dared to place it before your eyes for none or detailed scrutiny, giving voice to my characters who haunted me till I did. I am proud of giving life to the little penguin Winky, the romantic wannabe pirate George, the diva squirrel Mimi and the brave hedgehog Hank, and all their little friends in my children’s books. Not to mention all the stories and poems in anthologies such as Inner Giant, Awethologies, Twisted & Crooked Tales, Looking into the Abyss, and The Treasure Chest of Children’s Stories…

I have also been privileged to have met and collaborated with many wonderful people in the independent writers’ community, all of whom have been supportive, inspiring and selfless.

The support of my friends and family is never taken for granted. ♡
Thank you all!
So yes, indie and proud. Happy #IndiePrideDay!

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Freedom

Beneath the sands of time,
Buried and burdened and heavy,
Lay my anger, my frustration and my fear.
Humming like a mean dragon,
Alienated in his cave
Hiding, but here, ready to charge.
He listens and awaits
His dreadful cue,
Breathing deeply, eyes open,
Claws ready on the ground.

Silence draws him to the entrance,
Curiosity conquers fear.
He peeks outside.
Sunlight melts away his frustration,
Like water colours washed away.
He steps out, claws drawn in.
The smell of spring fills his nostrils.
Anger conquered in a puff.

He shakes off the sands of time from his wings,
Spreads them and soars.
Happy.
(From Versus Verses – Feel
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