My Writer's Block

It seems like I am spending every day thinking and dreaming of writing.  My childhood was spent daydreaming of different worlds, different people, different creatures and I would write random stories describing them.  My mom once told me, if we dream it, God has created it.  In my life now and my questions about god, I am not sure about what she said.  However, in my heart I want to believe in all of it.  I want there to be dragons, pixies, mermaids, magic, etc.  I want there to be more.


My books will not be perfect.  Especially my first book.  It was edited only by myself.  I had no outside influence.  And even if I did, there would still be people who do not like it.  I have not received much feedback, but I am determined to let Theia's Moons take the life it deserves.  This next book in the series will be better and the one after that will be even better.  It has been difficult, because my writer's block has been consistent and I feel only getting a paragraph here and there is holding me back.

I see it.

I feel it.

The story is in my mind.  I have seen it from beginning to end.  I know what I want the story to BE.  I just have this challenging writer's block.  I can not seem to get it from my brain to the paper.  It comes at such a snails pace that I want to give up at times.  I have a library of stories to tell, but moving them from my mind to the keyboard has been more than problematic.

This, my friends, is the worst of writer's block.  Knowing you have the story, knowing you have so much to say, but for some reason it feels impossible to express.

If you have read Theia's Moons Eyes Wide Shut, please send your feedback.  I can use the assistance.  I can use the constructive criticism.  If you have not downloaded the book, below is the link to the e-book on Amazon.

Theia's Moons Eyes Wide Shut

Let me know what you think.

The good, the bad and even the ugly.

Thanks friends.

Theia's Moons Book Two - Sneak peek

Malkia could feel the sadness before she walked into the kitchen.  She knew someone had maliciously taken these people’s lives and whoever it was wanted her to see it.  Her eyes scanned the room from the doorway and noticed the woman sitting on the chair next to the cleaning sink.  Her head had been leaned back onto the edge of the sink, her eyes wide with fear but drained of all life.  There was the hushed dripping of blood in the basin, which grew deafening as she stared at the dead eyes.  Malkia noticed the direction the woman’s eyes were focused towards and her gut hurt as she turned to see the view.