Friday, October 4, 2019

I'm coming back guys

Hi there, sorry for taking such a long time to post ne content, my blog was hijacked by hackers but it's up and running starting from today.

i would really love to apologize for not informing you guys, but all you have to know is that i'm back and we gonna continue to teach each other how to construct a beautiful short story.... stay tuned for my next post, and thanks for the patience 

Friday, July 5, 2019

mind diversity

Hello guys..... sorry for taking such a long time to post. i was going through some personal stuff but now im okay.  so to make up for the time ive spent away, ive decided to pamper you guys with one of my short stories, so please read it and comment on it,.

                                                           Mind Diversity

Like just been confused, caught up in an awkward situation, not knowing what to 
do. That was me, during my teen years.
I was caught up with all the frustration of the life ahead. Plus I had just completed my grade 12 and the next thing I found, I was just hustling in a small car wash in zone r. It wasn't the same though, but before I worked there, I had so many decisions crossing my mind, asking myself if I'll be able to find a descent job sooner so that I can at least help my unemployed mother. One thing that discouraged me was that I didn't have an ID. So my life was just at standstill. It horrified me a lot because during those days, the weekly newspaper use to interview most people of my age, complaining about being made to re-apply for their id's whilst they have already had.
That was the thing feared by all, to be a south African citizen without an ID. That's why I settled into this car wash . the car wash thing didn't last long. My employers parents insisted to hold the money I made during the day of each day, even their son( my employer) was Impotent, it was like whenever his parents say "jump" he asked how high.
They started to change what they called "Rules" without consulting the oppressed. My mind and feelings became Peremptory, demanding to know why things turned out to be like that, but I never got the answer to my question. At the outset of this whole changing of things , I thought that maybe it was just a joke, until my Employer's parents called me inside the house one evening.
They told me straight forwardly that starting from that day, they wanted to keep everything in record. Reluctantly I nodded with my eyes looking straight into his. "Here is a book", said my employer's father. " every car you wash you record it inside this book and write its price next to the name of that particular car, after that you add the whole total of the day and leave the money here so that we can see the progress of the business and get to help where necessary, purchase new material and extend the car wash at the same time". I nodded again, but this time without Complacency. "We also want to cut the R20 note you spend everyday for food, we will make a lunch box for you", said my employer's father. Suddenly my mind became Irresolute whether I should quit right then or wait for the end of the month to get at least a reasonable amount of money. I quickly made a decision of waiting until the end of the month, thereafter I'll never be back again.
I also decided not to tell them when I quit. Actually I wanted to leave them surprised, with many questions crossing their minds. They treated me like an outsider, giving me all the rules that I couldn't bear, let alone carry them out.
Later after a week my so called employer came over to the car wash to tell me that his father was complaining about the statements of water. He undoubtedly told me that this car wash thing has to be temporarily closed due to high water statements, the truth of the matter was that he wanted to get rid of me, but he didn't quiet know how. He just made out a lie, out of a blue. It was on Saturday, the time was round about 13h00.
He even told me to put the material together and close the car wash for the day. I asked myself him if I should open tomorrow, to my surprise he said no, he then told me straight that my job was over.
My knees felt weak for a moment. I felt very Indolent to even ask why did he do that. "So when are you gonna pay me?" I asked. "I'll pay you on Monday" he replied. "How much are u going to pay me"? I continued to ask. " how much do you want"? He replied by asking. "I want R400", I replied his question. "R400"?, he asked, as if he has seen a ghost. " Yes" I replied curtly not moving my eyes from him.
"Well", he said, I don't have that kind of money, even the car wash after your arrival until now hasn't made such an amount, so where do u think R400 will come from?
Deep down in my heart I knew that from the outset of my arrival until that day, I've made more money that exceeded R400 far beyond. I didn't argue with him. I quickly packed my stuff and returned the material to his homestead and went straight home.
I had a lull, then woke up to take a bath. By that moment, I had two separate minds. The other individual mind was forcing me to go back at my employer's home to demand my money right then, but then the other mind was patient for Monday.( the day in which my employer promised to pay me on) i became tired with my own undecided and diversed mind to the extend that I went to my employer's homestead to demand what was mine. Reluctantly I found his parents. It was quiet a surprise because I wasn't really expecting them, however even if I expected them, it would have been better to find their son present when I asked about his presence. They told me that he has just gone out. For a brief moment I remained silent, composing what I would say to them, since well their dear arrogant son wasn't there.
What annoyed me was that the words I had planned to tell my employer were stored in my head for no particular reason.
" You can always leave a message and I'll make sure that my son receive your message" my father's employer broke the silence. "No thanks", I'll come back later, I replied. His father began to tell me various things at the same time, confusing  my mind even worse. His stories were Tedious and annoying at the same time. I just replied Disdainfully and left him to decide my mood all by himself..
I spend the whole day of Sunday very emotional and angry.
On Monday morning I woke up, brushed my teeth and headed to my employer's home. I found the car he was driving but unluckily he wasn't there himself. His little sister told me that he will be only back home after 3 in the afternoon. Without any waste of time I returned home, so that his parents could not lay an eye on me, not after the way I spoke to them the last time they saw me.
Soon enough from that day the road to my employer's home was frequented by me futilely, without any luck, he was never at home. It was like he knew that I was coming and reluctantly he left, leaving me confused and angry by his absence. But I kept on going, I wouldn't just throw a towel and lose my money.
One day I went over to his place and like many other days, he wasn't there, instead I found his father who asked me how much does his son owe me. I Told him sternly that he owed me R400!! "Well, let me call him on his phone and hear his side of the story", said my employer's father. He called his son and they spoke about two minutes on the phone. After hanging up he went inside the house and came with a R50 note on his left hand. He gave me that R50 and Told that I'll get the rest from his dear arrogant son. I refused to take the R50 and told him again disdainfully that I wanted my money in cash, and not in halves. After saying that I left and slammed the gate to show my anger. I was being disrespectful to my employer's father for the second time. It didn't worry me because the things I said to him revealed the anger and hatred I had towards his son and even him for that sake. He was just an irresponsible father who doesn't care about other peoples needs, matter of fact he was selfish and self centered. The saddest part of this all was that I never received my money from his son... But I've had my revenge, today his son is a nyaope addict who's not even afraid to ask me for R5 whenever he sees me in the shopping complex

                                                    

                                                     

Friday, May 31, 2019

Its Competition Time

Its that time again ladies and gentlemen...

Stay tuned to this blog or even better, enter the competition posted on the sidebar to stand a chance of winning an eBook written by me, titled: Mind Diversity. 


How to enter?

 Entering is simple. There are two ways to enter this competition though, you can enter either via your twitter account or via your Facebook account.
By entering using your Facebook or Twitter account, you're automatically entered into the competition, there's nothing more required to be done.

What's the prize? 

The prize is one of my ebooks Titled: Mind diversity

This particular eBook is not available on my smashwords eBook library, so the winner will get a direct link from me to download the eBook.

Providing a free eBook to my readers allows me to showcase my work and also get feedbacks as i'm a new writer myself.
This competition ( including the last one I ran two months ago and gave away a free eBook titled: Is there life after death?) also gives my readers a sense of my writing style.

This blog is about teaching new writers how to construct a beautiful short story; so its only fair to give my readers my work for free so that they can review and give my work honest feedback, as we all know that there are no perfect writers in this world.

So here's an opportunity to win one of my ebooks titled: Mind Diversity.

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Sunday, May 19, 2019

Protect your work


Its important to protect your work online, especially short stories.
I've got the urge to let you in on a little secret, and that is never ever publish your short stories on a Facebook page.

I have personally learnt the hard way in 2012 when I use to publish my Short stories on my Facebook page; two of my stories were stolen and published elsewhere with a different author name and some edits here and there.
I don't know if I should call this a blessing or just a coincidence; the moment I realized that my stories were stolen, was the same time I signed up to the very same publishing platform that published my stolen stories.

It was just an unbelievable expreince and sadly there wasn't much I could do about the situation back then.
It broke my heart to see my hard work being credited by someone else. What broke me even more was that I followed that stolen version of my story, and to be honest, the story received alot of positive comments, and that really killed my writing spirit.

The fortunate part of this odeal was that I only posted 3 short stories on that page, so this person only managed to steal 2, before I uploaded the 3rd story.
That's when I opened my eyes and closed that page altogether.

If you're looking for honest feedbacks about your work, rather submit your stories to : fundza.mobi and get comments plus reviews for your story.

The Fundza platform is way better than Facebook because no user will steal your work, the website has strict rules for such behaviour and to be honest, fundza users rather be busy crafting stories than steal your work. In short, fundza is a platform of hard working new writers.
So if you want to take your work to the right audience that won't bite you back, try Fundza.mobi and you shall have a peaceful writing career.

So I'm pleading with especially new writers who are hungry for feed backs to not publish their work on Facebook public pages.
Rather turn your story into an eBook and sell it( this is another option of cashing in from your work)

I know the feeling of working hard on a short story and never get to enjoy the royalties of your story.

People steal other people's work out there, so stay vigilant and keep your work safe from cyber vultures.

           

Friday, May 3, 2019

Let bad feedback make you stronger

We all try so hard as writers to avoid writing stories that will yield bad feed backs, but the truth is there's no single story in this world that has no bad feedback or review made after the initial launch of that particular story. 

so please forget about trying to write that perfect story that you assume is gonna get good reviews world wide, trust me, its a battle that you will never win.

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so what's the sketch????

being told that your story lacks this and that during maybe a review can be painful and frustrating at the same time. on the contrary, many other writers gave up writing because of receiving a few negative feed backs. this is understandable though, [ people may vary] few or more negative feed backs  can drive some writers to the famous Writers block.  , i mean how else can a writer be creative again after failing to master the first story? quitting  seems like the only answer, but it shouldn't be that way at all; as a new writer, the first thing you need to know is that this industry is full of rejection. 


  • QUICK TIP; IF REJECTION SCARES YOU SO MUCH, YOU CAN SELF PUBLISH YOUR STORIES ON PLATFORMS LIKE; AMAZON KINDLE DIRECT OR https://WWW.SMASHWORDS.COM 

what doesn't kill you make you stronger

a negative review or feed back wont send you to your grave, instead a negative review should tighten your writing approach; in other words, take a negative review as a lesson and try to avoid that lesson next time around.
i wouldn't compare you or me as new writers to someone like JK Rowling; but then she's a perfect example on this occasion. we all know how she was rejected by various publishers for Harry potter, but that didn't break her down; instead it made her stronger and look at her today, she's beyond successful.
now id like urge my fellow new writers to reminisce about JK Rowling whenever they feel like their work is falling apart.
being rejected doesn't really mean that you are unable, no, rejection is part and parcel of the writing world, and the sooner you accept and adapt to this, the better. 
we all start somewhere, so go on and make those mistakes so that you can avoid them later on your new story or book. holding back or countless excuses of not writing everyday because you fear that your work is not good enough will only delay you as a writer and i swear to God you'll never even be an average writer. 
being a writer simply means that you have to write, make mistakes and learn from them to become the best writer of all time. 


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