Well readers, guess what I did this time. Or, just look at the side panel and realize that I’ve gotten rid of basically every single one of my posts. I’m going to attempt starting from the very beginning, minus the flambouyant attempts at marketing my stories around the web.
I realize I’m quite ridiculous in my rants, but hidden, somewhere deep inside those posts, I found that I could translate a simple feeling into some type of good writing. Today I was told by an elder to major in English and become an author, just because I was talking to my cousin, Wafiyah, who I love dearly, about the book I was going to attempt writing.
Now, about the book. It’s mostly inspised by The Way He Lived by Emily Wing Smith, and then The Pact, Jude, Rewind, and several other fictions I’ve read over the year. I’ve told two people about my book; Waffy, and Grace, and now I’d like to share the gist with you.
My book is going to be written in several parts, the grieving process. Seven narratives from seven people all loosely connected to the person that the book is centered on. This person does not get to write one of the seven narratives, because this person is dead.
Are you starting to understand?
If not, I’m sad for you, because I’m not going to get into much detail right now. I’m just going to say that my books are always based, even if just very loosely, off my own life, and this is no exception.
As for now, it’s near three AM and Mariam M’s wedding is in 16 hours, fajr is is one, and jummah in less than ten. So, I should be off to bed.
I’m baa-ackk. :)
