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Oct. 9th, 2013

Make Good Art

It’s been a long while since I last made a post. About 6 to 7 months if memory serves me right. In those last couple of months, a lot of things have happened. I’ve dealt with the loss of my step-father, changed jobs, adjusted to a 16 hour commute, and my writing has sort of suffered as a result of that; and so has this blog.

I refuse to let that continue to happen. It’s not right that I should let go of the things that make me happy because I’m trying to live a more mature life. Mature living hasn’t gotten me very far, I will like to point out.

My blog title for today is Make Good Art. Why do I say so? It’s because they’re the words Neil Gaiman said at a commencement speech last year. His words were, we should make good art, no matter what happens, no matter the situation we’re in, no matter what people say about our work, we should always seek to make good art. And not just good art, but we should make our art, in our voice.

I remember his words today because I just got my first review and rating for Reprisal. It was a one star and the reviewer had quite a number of faults to pick out in the book. The words got to me, made me depressed. And the joy I’d felt at having a novel out today; the joy I’d felt at the inspiration I had for a new book vanished into thin air as I saw frozen in my chair, my heart beating fast, depression seeking to weigh me down further. Bad reviews can do that. Especially when it’s the first your book gets.

How will I deal with it? I shall do three things told me by three different people I look up to for different reasons. They all have one thing in common though. They’re  writers.

The first is Neil Gaiman’s words. I will make good art. I shall seek to write better stories. But they will be stories that are distinctively mine, with my voice. I really can’t start changing my writing style. I tried that and failed quite horribly at it.

The second is from my good friend: Remi Olutimayin. I will Let it go and write another book. A brilliant piece of advice especially considering that I just got another idea for a new book: something funny and light, which I can enjoy writing and I do pray it gets accepted for publication.

The third is from M/M legend: Aleksandr Voinov. It wasn’t an advice per say, but it was something that he said he does whenever things get to him.Breathe!!! I need to take a long long breath, and keep moving forward. The breath is to take in the criticism, let it out, pull myself forward and let my body and mind know that it’s time to continue moving onwards.

This words are easier said than done though. I will be the first to admit. But I believe strongly in baby steps and it is about time I start living that.

My first step would be to continue from where I left off on this blog. For those that read my posts occasionally, I’m sorry I’ve been off. I’m back now though. Time to get to work.

Hopefully, by tomorrow evening, I shall have some snippets to share of my new story. Let me know if you like it.

Jan. 28th, 2013

Always Be Mine

So, Samantha's back with the challenges. Yay! The prompt for this one is before I met you. Hopefully you all will enjoy it.

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Sep. 25th, 2012

Marco's Dilemma

I wrote this for the challenge Samantha put up on the LT3 group at goodreads, titled "When You're Lonely". It's a continuation of a snippet I put up for the previous challenge with the title, "Henri's slip". I'll put up one more snippet next week and will then focus on writing the story. Can anyone guess whose voice we'll be hearing next?

While, you ponder on that, do enjoy the read, and let me know what you think :D.

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Aug. 28th, 2012

Henri's Slip

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Jun. 26th, 2012

Where I shouldn't be

Samantha put out another challenge on the LT3 group on Goodreads. So, here's my take on the challenge whose prompt is: Where I shouldn't be. Hope you enjoy:

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Jun. 14th, 2012

Beginnings: Liberations is finally out

So, the story I wrote for the Love is Always Write Event on the MM group on goodreads came out yesterday. I'm so excited about it, and I will appreciate if you guys can check it out and let me know what you think about it. Here is the link for those interested: http://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/880127-alessandra-ebulu-beginnings-liberation-6-13

Jun. 9th, 2012


So, I just opened my e-mail, and what sight greeted my stunned eyes? A mail from Less Than Three Press informing me that the story I submitted for the Bestiary anthology has been accepted for publication. Holy shit!
Talk about a squee of joy. I've been jumping about for joy since I got the mail. About to pour myself a glass of wine to accompany the chocolate I've been indulging in since I got the mail. This has definitely made my day.

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May. 21st, 2012

Birthdays and Meetings With Old Friends

Okay, so here is my take for a challenge Samantha put up on LT3. It's a birthday fic and I did try to put in all the elements. Hope you have a kick-ass birthday (if it hasn't passed already), and  I hope you enjoy the story as well.

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Mar. 29th, 2012

Before I met You

A thwack resounded in the room as Raphael neatly chopped off the head of the fish. Soon, the fish was neatly divided into five pieces. He placed all the pieces in a bowl and turned on the tap; watching the water slowly become red. As the blood drained away, he caught a movement and raised his head to watch Donald drag a wicker chair to the patio. Raphael smiled as he noticed Donald cock his head slightly. He was certain that Donald's gray eyes would be narrowed, and his mouth would be moving as he had a conversation with the chair about the best place to place chairs on the patio, so as to enjoy the sunset. The man was just crazy that way. Raphael shook his head and stuck two fingers into the hole of the piece of fish he held; slowly pulling out the gut which he tossed into the garbage bag. He needed to remind Donald that it was his turn to take out the thrash, otherwise, the stench of rotting fish would invade the house. Quickly, Raphael cleaned the rest of the fish, neatly knotted the paper bag, and carried it to the door that led to the back of the house; taking care to drop the bag beside the door. He then walked to the sink, and rinsed the fish thoroughly. With that done, Raphael carefully rubbed the spices into the fish, and rolled the pieces of fish in flour until they were completely coated. He raised his head and noticed that Donald had placed another wicker chair and a table on the patio, and was bent before a cooler. Obviously about to pull out the bottles of beer. He needed to hurry. With fast motions, Raphael placed the pieces of fish gently in the fryer, and watched as the oil sizzled, and the fish slowly turned golden brown. With the fish cooked, Raphael removed the pieces of fish from the fryer, drained them and set them on a plate. He tore off a small chunk of roast chicken and nodded as he chewed. They would eat the chicken with the steamed rice and vegetables he had prepared. Raphael's slippers slapped the marble floors, as he crossed over to open the doors that led to the patio, and walked towards the seats. Donald's face brightened; his gray eyes perfectly complimented by the silver streaks in his pitch black hair, as Raphael approached him. "Finally! I thought you were never going to come out here. What the hell have you been doing in the kitchen?" "I know you're getting old, but seriously, are your sense of sight and smell so deadened that you didn't notice that I've been cooking?" Raphael demanded, and settled into his seat. He opened his beer, and guzzled his drink; taking care to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand.
Donald's eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open in exaggerated surprise. "You cooked? Holy shit! The world must be coming to an end. I can't believe you actually stepped into the kitchen. I thought you hated cooking?" "Yes, but that was before I met you. I have since then, come to realise that if we are both to live to see our kids settle into married life with each other, we need to have proper meals, and I do not see you volunteering." "Why should I? The fish is delicious," Donald mumbled, with his mouth full. "Besides, with the way you look in that apron, and this delicious meal, I'm sure you will make a good maid. Now fetch me my cigar, if you please. " Raphael considered replying, but changed his mind. Replying Donald was not worth it. Of course, that didn't stop him from tossing a napkin at the idiot.

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Mar. 1st, 2012

Another Giveaway on Babes in Boyland

So, Piper and MJ, those two gorgeous ladies are giving away a free copy of M.J's novel titled Stroke. It sounds like a fascinating read. Here is the synopsis:
For Owen Peters, rowing is life—college classes are just an afterthought. So when Elijah Lukas, a hotshot sophomore, tries to take Owen’s rightful place on the varsity boat, he’s threatened, enraged, and needs a place to let off steam. The only person Owen can turn to is his online friend Davis, who he was randomly matched with on a game nearly a year before. 

Davis is friendly, nonthreatening, and best of all he’s on the other side of the country and far removed from the politics of the crew team. Soon, though, Owen starts to feel more for his flirtatious online pal than simple friendship. Between the battle on the water and an impossible new crush, Owen is starting to wonder how he’ll make it through the school year.

To get a chance to win this fabulous read, just follow this link:

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