A few months ago, a thought crossed in my head regarding starting a new book. It has been a year since I wrote and published my first (e)book, Let the Water Rise and Other Stories – a collection of my short fiction. I must admit – my book is young and free; scattered thoughts of my head, but dark and with touches of tragedy. It speaks my head and heart and I love it – I would not change it the way how others want it to be. If I do, then I am pretentious.
I am not an english native speaker, but I have served the book with my learned knowledge. After [and along the process of writing] the book, I have gathered bunches of lessons from different sectors of my daily living. It has greatly helped me.
I remember when someone asked me about the nature of my first book and the only word I could say was “tragedy.” Nothing else. It exudes how undeveloped I am.
At present, I am writing my next anthology, but I am having doubts. I [finally] have a concrete concept – stories with only 100 words – and different chapters; not only encompassing the nature of tragedy. But inside, my hands and head will not let me finish it. Probably because I still think it is not a ‘literature.’ I am in my drowning stage.
With you, my fellow readers and writers, I hope I can finish this journey. I am asking for your help; pieces of advices, wording tips, editing skills, etc. If you have anything in your head that you know will or can aid my process, I hope you can drop it in the comment section.
Every help is a blessing. Thank you!
All my gratitude.
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Thank you for reading this story. If you want to talk about random things with me, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.