The Lightbulb

Did you know that reviews have the power to make or break someone’s career? As a reader it is your right to give your honest opinion about how you felt about the book. But let me ask you this…

If the entire world had access to criticize your work blindly without ever meeting you, knowing you or caring about your feelings how would that make you feel?

Reviews are crucial to all authors and most especially indie authors because it’s their greatest form of marketing. With that being said, I’m not trying to dissuade you from being honest with your thoughts, I am however asking you to think about what you are saying.

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Three Seconds Four

So amidst writing Seeds of Hate, I took a little break and wrote something short and completely unique. I submitted it to the San Diego Writers, Ink. organization and will find out in December if it gets selected to be published or not. The basis of this piece is a foundation for another book I want to write after I’m done with Part 1 and 2 of Seeds.

Again, it’s another dark piece. I can’t help it. It’s all I know to write. I don’t know why I operate this way, but it is what it is. I had a lot of help so my thanks goes out wholeheartedly for those peeps who helped me critique this piece. I’m quite proud of it and I hope you enjoy it too. Continue reading

Weird Internet Stalkers

I almost always get sidetracked by Facebook or my child or cleaning or a phone call or texting or reading when I sit down and try to write. Even if I save my writing until 8:00pm after the kiddo is in bed and most of my friends, family and *weird internet stalkers have more important things to do (weird internet stalkers the only exception) distractions are always present. It’s gotten to the point where I have literally disabled my internet.

Unfortunately, doing that only frustrated me when I needed those “breaks”. The problem is my 10 minute breaks always turn into a week long vacation on the island of Facebook. Grrr. Somehow, I still manage to find a way to put down some words. I do really need to learn better self-control though. I’m working on it.

Here’s a bit that I fell in love with tonight during my re-read. 

“Stepping out of the car, I felt like the air had turned into thick molasses. The simplest movements required so much physical exertion. Closing the door, I placed both hands on the top of the car and tried to get my breathing under control. What had changed since the last time we were together? I stared into the driver side window and narrowed my eyes in confusion. Is this what love feels like? There was so much painful doubt and anticipation. Before, everything seemed so natural between us. Now, I felt like there was this unseen force-field flowing around me- it was simultaneously telling me to run into the house and kiss the hell out of her and get in my car and run away.” – Javier

I hope it made you squirm :)


*weird internet stalkers: you know who you are and I still love you. Why? Because I party with you all day and most nights. We are kindred spirits. Keep up the good work.


I came to the conclusion the other day that I need to stop caring what people will think about what I write. And no, I’m not talking about getting bad reviews or people complaining about how I write. I’m talking about content and my word choices.

My world is comprised of a very diverse group of people. Conservatives, liberals, democrats, republicans, straight, gay, christian, atheist, muslim, catholic, black, white, mexican, egyptian, korean, short people, tall people, fat people, skinny people, singles, married couples, people who enjoy alcohol A LOT, people who enjoy it a little and people who hate it. With that being said there is no way on God’s green earth that I am going to please everyone. It just isn’t possible. Plus, my point isn’t to please you with my writing. It’s hopefully to teach you something and share a piece of my heart with you. If you can’t read it for what it is then don’t read it.

My mother and I had an interesting conversation the other day about whether or not she would read my book. She said she probably wouldn’t. And that’s fine. I think my story would probably scare her to pieces, being that she is the most precious, innocent little bug on the planet and I would hate to have her be squashed by my words. The funny thing is I’m a lot like her, but somehow I’ve managed to stumble upon this story and these characters that are the exact opposite. I guess since I know I’m writing “characters” that are separate from me that I can see the difference. I realize not many people can do this.

More often then not, people assume that the writer is the writing and not just the writer. Don’t get me wrong there are pieces of me all over the book. Either in the characters personalities, their likes/dislikes or maybe how they respond to certain things. But let me make it very clear that my characters are not me. Writers are creative people and thus have the ability to make-up a plethora of crazy shiz. Seriously. So hopefully when you read Nate dropping f*bombs and his mother and father participating in a myriad of evil you won’t think WOW this girl is one sadistic little wench.

Because guess what – I AM NOT.

If anything I hope this showcases my talent as a writer- to have the ability to write things in which I have little to no experience with. Because dark and emotionally heart-wrenching situations are pretty much the exact opposite of my life.

At the end of the day my goal is two fold:
1. That my writing causes you to think. Whether it changes your perspective on things or how you approach people or anything really, I want to get your wheels turning.
2. That you are able to taste every page. I want the words to melt in your mouth like a Thanksgiving Day feast.

Even if you hate it at the end, but you can say yes to those 2 things, then personally, I will have succeeded. There’s not much else to it for me.

How to Hate

“No one is born hating another person because of the colour of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.” – Nelson Mandela

When I first started out writing, I thought I was going to write about this one specific thing and then that turned into 5 different things which have all now been trimmed back down to one specific thing. Hate. I know, I know, its nothing new or ingenious or particularly mouth watering, but it is what it is. 

I stumbled upon the quote above after a friend of mine posted it on Facebook. It really hit me and helped me formulate a distinct focus for my book and where I was going to take it all. Now, I just hope to put it out all down on paper the way its floating around up in my mind.

The only wall I am hitting is that my book is all sorts of ugly. Which doesn’t bother me, but honestly I’m afraid of what all of my friends and family will think when reading it. Our sweet, little Melissa wrote THIS?!?! But, in order for me to show you how hate can be taught, I have to show you where it comes from and the source isn’t pretty. I mean I could show you simplistic versions of hate, but then where’s the passion and emotion in all of that.

My point to all of this is that I really believe if someone can be taught to hate then they can also be taught to love. So my desire is to show you the worst forms of hate and then the ugly process it takes to love in spite of it all. 

For me, Love will never fail and I hope my books portray that.

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