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When someone so young…

Today, I read the news and saw another article on a teen suicide. Every time I read a piece done on one, my heart breaks a little more. Especially when the death involved such a young person. A person who could have lived her life happily; if only she had moved forward through the pain. Some might say, “What do you know of her pain? For some, the pain is just too much.”

True. I wouldn’t know the exact pain of someone who had committed suicide or attempted to. But I know what it feels like to be in so much emotional pain to have contemplated it more than one time in my life. Something always holds me back though. My faith. My family. The fear of feeling physical pain, and heights. Yes, I’m sure there is some irony there.

But this girl, she didn’t have a supportive family.  All she had or thought she had was a failed relationship. And that just saddened me more. How many have gone through with the act just because they think they had nothing more to live for?

There is so much to live for.

And please, if the pain gets too much to the point you’d consider jumping off a tall building, or slit your wrists, or any other way conceivable way to Man in ending your life… Stop. Close your eyes and breathe the air, deeply. Then call someone, anyone, be it a good friend, your annoying kid sister or even a stranger from a helpline. Talk to someone. Please. Give the world another chance to show you that there are still some things worth living for. There usually are. Don’t take my word for it.

Find out for yourself.



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What’s in a name?

That which we call a rose

By any other name would smell as sweet.

Juliet had it right when she said those words. Then again, imagine if Rose Dewitt was called Bougainvillea Dewitt instead (I apologise in advance if your name is Bougainvillea and you’re reading this entry right now). But yes, irregardless of your name, you’d still be the same person. Does this also apply to bodily fluids, specifically semen, which we also know as; cum, come, spunk, jizz, protein shake, nut nectar, etc, etc? Please feel free to add more.

I know some who would not read a story if the writer uses the word cum instead of come. This bugs me a little because, yes, “My name is Ann and I’m a cumaholic.” Okay, that looked like I just admitted to being addicted to semen which is completely untrue. Maybe. For those who read my stories, I use cum more often than not to describe that which flows from a man’s thick cock lily stalk penis. Sometimes I use the words semen or seed instead, interchangeably, so readers won’t have cum pounded repeatedly into their brains.

I’d not not read an author’s work if she used other words to describe semen other than the ones I liked. The funny thing is, I absolutely hated the word cum years ago. I would be like, “Couldn’t she have used come instead?!”. The irony. I see it now. Somehow, some of my favourite authors have converted me into seeing the finer points of using words which now include jizz and spunk.   I still snickered however when I happened to read one story describing semen as “nectar of the gods”. Because seriously, yeah… I do not even want to discuss that. And no, it wasn’t used in a humorous context which I would have appreciated otherwise.

Do the words we use matter? In this case, perhaps yes. I certainly can’t force potential readers and say, “Hey, please read my book based on the plot and not because I used cum in a sentence.” Then, there’s the question of why don’t I simply change the word to come? I could… but cumaholic remember? Some may view it as ‘porny’, especially when the writer uses the word in tender love scenes. I see the word as dirty. Yes, dirty. That is what sex is to me. It’s dirty and rough and sweaty; even when we do it with the one we love. I like that the word conveys this for me. And again, different strokes for different folks.

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It takes three good reviews to overcome a bad one

Norman Mailer wrote in a letter to a publisher of The New York Times: “It does take three good reviews to overcome a bad one, if the bad one is a potential reader’s first acquaintance with the work.”

The thing about reviews is; there will always be bad ones. There will never be a book that everyone likes. This is an undisputed fact. All of us have different tastes, different experiences, and different schools of thoughts. This when added together, naturally, influences what we like to read. For instance, I like the sometimes hackneyed Gay-For-You stories. I like it so much that I find myself writing them. But there are others who absolutely hate this kind of storyline. To each his own.

Recently I spoke to a friend, F, revealing my insecurity of being the target of reviews, in particular negative-sounding ones. Yes, it had dawned on me belatedly after MKS was released that people (besides my friends) were actually going to read it and they might actually not like it. It was at this point in time I felt a tinge of regret sending my manuscript to the publisher in the first place. But the regret lasted less than a minute. F, God bless her soul, said something in response making me reflect. She said, in not so many words, to take the bad reviews and learn from them. And maybe I will. Thank you F.

Do bad reviews matter? Some writers would claim they don’t and perhaps they are right. But they still leave a foul taste in one’s mouth, especially if the comments are on the ‘baby’ you’ve worked on for months. So what does one do with negative reviews then? We can ignore them like some writers do (not surprisingly, these writers are more unruffled than most). Or we can use them as a tool to perfect our writing, once we get past the bashing of our ego that is.

With that, I’ve decided to take every review, good or bad with more than a large pinch of salt. We can definitely learn from some of the constructive reviews readers give. I am not saying that seeing reviews stating that your work is a “piece of s***” is going to be easy to stomach. But it does come with the territory of writing. And hey, at least someone is reading your book, right? Right?


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