Wednesday, September 10, 2014

THE END OR A NEW BEGINNING


Ek'abo Ebi! (Welcome Family!)
September 3rd! Finally the day had arrived when I would find out whether I was chosen as a mentee (or alternate mentee) for the Pitch Wars challenge.  It was 6:00 a.m. and as I prepared for the day, I grabbed my hubby’s phone. I pulled up the link and anxiously scanned down the list of names.  Would this be the day? Would this be the day when I would find myself leaps and bounds closer to my dream? The farther down the list I read, the more dread I felt.  To my disappointment I was not chosen. 
Yes, disappointment is the stock-in-trade of a writer. I have never heard of or met a writer who hasn’t faced some sort of setback during their journey.  None of us come out of the womb with the knowledge it takes to become a true writer.  It is something that is taught, learned and practiced.  But it is also something that you feel.  A lot goes into the process and many of us gain and lose parts of ourselves in equal portions.
I really wanted to believe that I was finally there; that my work was ready for the next level. To my surprise the mentors that I chose reached out to me and explained in different ways why I was not chosen by them. (some gentler than others LOL).  Though I received some positive critiques, what stood out to me most were words like ‘focus’ and ‘organization’.  This of course was a hard pill to swallow.  I decided to reach out to a mentor who I knew would be fair but straight-forward.
With everything that she shared with me, one thing really stood out.  She referred to a published writer who said in so many words, that one should write, finish and put aside their first manuscript.  Start on your next story but use all the things available to you such as critiquing groups, professional editors, social media etc.  Do things write, LOL I mean right the second time and work on getting that book published.  Once you’ve done that, go back to your first book.  You will have a different outlook on publishing.  You may in fact be more skilled.  You’ll be able to look at your old work with a more objective eye.  You’ll be able to see the glaringly obvious mistakes; all the things that you could not or would not see before.  Then perhaps you’ll be able to get that piece of work published.
When I read over her response to my correspondence again, I knew that she was right.  I was forced to re-evaluate my position.  ‘Amachi’s Hope’ is a great accomplishment for me. But I believe it is time for me to give more attention to my second story ‘The Grand Design’.  The characters there also have something to say.  Perhaps this book will also help in the diversity struggle.  It is hard to walk away from Amachi but she will always be there.  Her voice will not be forgotten and the light at the end of her tunnel will stay bright.  Her ancestors will also have their say one day.
I want to thank everyone who has supported me and ‘Amachi’s Hope’.  And though this will be my final blog post for Amachi Is Hope, I hope that you will continue to read what I have written in the past.  I hope that the messages, fun and bits of knowledge I have shared will continue to be useful to you.
In regards to the Orun saga, who knows perhaps it will become my third book! J This is not the end but a new beginning so I won’t say Od'abo, Good Bye! But I will say Pade orire, Good luck!

Thanks again!
Sharon-

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

ORUN - IT COMES LIKE A THIEF IN THE NIGHT


Ek'abo Ebi! (Welcome Family!)
The entity with no name swiftly returned to the Ina and awn dudu village. The forest was eerily silent. Creatures of the night were without voice.  Kekere Kan and Aparo, Folami’s little messengers, huddled deep within the hollow trunk of a tree.  Whatever moved through the gloom felt like a predator and they had no intention of becoming its next meal.
The tribe had settled down for the night and the shadow slid soundlessly across the dry land.  It slithered up the side of a hut and listened to the conversation inside. 
“Sisters I have a bad feeling about this. This Kukoyi, this stranger, could not possibly mean us any good.  We’ve lived peacefully without connection with the outside world for hundreds of years. Why should we welcome him in?  Who knows what danger he brings!” said Folami weakly.  Lying down on her cot, she was not completely well and the day’s activities had taken their toll on her body.
“I understand Folami, I do.” responded Temitope.  “But besides the fear I felt from our people, I also felt curiosity especially from our youth. If we deny them even this smallest pleasure, this glimpse of the outside world, they may one day leave and never return.” 
“What do you think Ayotunde?” asked Temitope. 
“I too have some misgivings about this.” she answered.  “When he arrives, let us be welcoming but cautious.  Perhaps our people can learn something from him.”
“I’m sorry sisters but I do not agree.” mumbled Folami. 
Temitope and Ayotunde looked at Folami with sad eyes.  “Don’t look at me that way! Don’t look at me as if you pity me or think me paranoid.  The loss of my abilities has not made me any less insightful!” bellowed Folami.  “I know what I feel!”
“Peace sister, peace.” whispered Temitope as she rested her hand upon Folami shoulder. Folami sighed as the tension that was building within her dispersed.  “He is not here yet.  Let us discuss this more in the morn.  Get some rest.” she whispered once again.
Kissing Folami on her forehead, the sisters left. Allowing Folami time with her thoughts.  Modupe was on the other side of the village and Folami was glad.  She needed a few moments alone.  Turning over on her side, her back faced the window.  She did not see the shadow as it slipped into her room.  A small wooden bench directly behind her, held a goblet of water.  Within the goblet, the still water changed from clear to black and clear again.  The only indication of movement was the tiny bubbles that rose up and escaped their liquid home.
Just as the entity slid out of the window once more, Modupe returned. “Are you alright?” he asked.  “I’m not sure.” answered Folami.  “You blame me don’t you?” he queried.  “I blame you for nothing.” She responded knowing full well what he was referring to. “You only forced me to face my feelings for you.  You did not force me to make my choice.  That was my own.”  Looking up at him, she smiled and squeezed his hand.
Reaching out for the goblet, and raising it to her mouth, Folami took a deep swallow of the poisonous water.  Within moments, Folami clutched her stomach and yelled out in pain. “Modupe something is wrong! Fetch…” Before she finished the rest of her thought, she passed out.  Modupe had not taken two steps towards the door before Folami’s sisters burst in.
“By the goddess what has happened?” yelled Ayotunde. The very instant that Folami drank the water, the sisters could feel her pain. Modupe rehashed the last few moments before the incident. Moving swiftly towards the goblet, Temitope grabbed it and knew automatically what it was. “Oleander.” she whispered fearfully.
“What!” That plant has not been seen in hundreds of years.  I wouldn’t know where to begin to find a cure.  Even the plants needed to combat this poison no longer exist!” yelled Ayotunde.
“Who would do such a thing?  Folami has no enemies.” asked Modupe in a voice that was heavy with concern. 
“We will explore that later. Right now we do not have much time.  The longer it takes for us to find a cure, the deeper her sleep becomes. Soon we might not be able to awake her at all.” cried Temitope.
***
“It has been done.” whispered the entity to Kukoyi. “Good. Good.  I will make my presence known in the morn.” responded Kukoyi with a sinister smile.

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For all of you who have been visiting my blog each week, I greatly appreciate it.  I hope that you’ll continue to do so.  But I would really love to see more of your comments. Whether it is today’s post or entries in the past.  Tell me what you think of the direction I’ve taken so far or any thoughts or suggestions you may have J

 

It has come to my attention that some of my readers have been unable to comment as they do not have google accounts.  If you would like to comment, I welcome you to e-mail me directly at amachi.is.hope@gmail.com.

 

Mari e laipe!

See you soon!

 

S-

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

ORUN – NEW BEGINNINGS


Ek'abo Ebi! (Welcome Family!)
As Kukoyi plots his destruction of the Ina and awn dudu through what he believes is their weakest link, let us take a moment to see where Ekundayo’s thoughts took him during the gathering with the Elders.
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The day before the gathering…

“Sisters it is time that we share the full story of our past.  Our people deserve to know the truth.” said Folami to Ayotunde and Temitope.
“Why now?” asked Ayotunde. “You were never compelled to do so before!”
“What has changed?” seconded Temitope.
“After centuries of silence, the Mother Goddess has forgiven me!” cried Folami as a tear rolled down her cheek. “She came to me in a dream!  Stretching her arms out to me, she spoke. “Welcome home daughter.”  I ran to her and she held me as our mother did so long ago. I did not believe she would ever show herself to me again.”
“It is a sign!”  yelled Temitope. 
“Does this mean that the High God has forgiven us all?” asked Ayotunde.
“It is said that when the mother goddess appears to you in a vision, it means a new beginning for the dreamer.  My dreams have never been just about me.  It always involves all of us.  Perhaps the High God is ready to let us to start again.” answered Folami.
***
Opened now to possibilities, Ekundayo continued to listen as the Elders shared their tale.  Images of the past moved before him.  With those images came a new part of the story that the Elders had never revealed before. 

“Ebi! For generations we have been separated from the Ina.  But we have never shared with you the reason why.” said Folami.  “The Ina” said Temitope “are of your blood.”  There was a gasp and many of the awn dudu whispered among themselves. “Is it possible?  Do we really have ancestors, descendants that live above the clouds?”
“The Ina and awn dudu were once a great tribe.” continued Ayotunde. “They lived as one.  They worked as one.  They worshipped the High God as one.  We were a happy people and we lived quietly.  Away from civilization; away from conflict and away from war.  If we had a disagreement among ourselves, we settled it peacefully without harsh words or lifted fists.”
“We traded goods with one another and exchanged plants that gave us food and medicine.  Each tribe had people with special talents. Able to create beautiful, useful things that made our lives easier. Everything was as it should be until I fell in love. 
Ekundayo watched as an image of the man she loved appeared before him.  He looked so much like his great grandfather that it frightened him.  "Is it possible that this man was my descendant?  The same bold, dark eyes, the same trusting smile?" he wondered.
Sighing Folami continued, “I fell in love with a great man. I tried to fight my feelings for him but once I realized that I was incomplete without him, the decision was pretty much made for me.  The High God warned that I must stay on the path he had laid out for me.  But I failed to do so and after that, nothing was the same.  Choosing a mortal above everything else, caused me to lose my abilities.  I was no longer immortal.”
“Soon after,” continued Folami, “I fell ill for the first time in my life.  I did not think I would survive it.  Just when I was mending from my illness, when I was at my weakest, a devil in sheep’s clothing appeared.  He called himself Kukoyi. We did not know what his true intentions were until it was too late.” whispered Folami.
“Before my eyes” said Ekundayo “the image of Kukoyi appeared.  His face looked round and kind, at least until you reached his eyes.  Looking at them made me shiver.  There was something within them; something swimming behind them. Looking at his eyes made me think that there really was evil in the world.  And it hid within the shell of this man.”
“I would like to lay the blame completely at the foot of our enemy, but to do so would only make me as guilty as he was.  I made a choice long ago that altered the future for us all.  If I had an opportunity to change the past, I’m not sure that my decision would have been any different.”
“Many of our people were fearful, scared of the unknown.  While others secretly held a longing in their hearts.  They wanted to know what existed outside our home.  What adventures awaited them.” continued Ayotunde.  “Kukoyi used our flaws against us and found his way into our home and lives.  Using what he believed was a weakness in our strong foundation.  And though it was not weak at the beginning, his corruption and deceit caused cracks to develop, weakening what was once a great people.”
“As a result, the Ina and awn dudu were divided.” said Temitope.
***
For all of you who have been visiting my blog each week, I greatly appreciate it. I hope that you’ll continue to do so. But I would really love to see more of your comments. Whether it is today’s post or entries in the past. Tell me what you think of the direction I’ve taken so far or any thoughts or suggestions you may have J

It has come to my attention that some of my readers have been unable to comment as they do not have google accounts. If you would like to comment, I welcome you to e-mail me directly at amachi.is.hope@gmail.com.

Mari e laipe!

See you soon!

 
S-

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

AMACHI'S HOPE - STATUS

Ek'abo Ebi! (Welcome Family!)

Just wanted to share my continued journey in the world that is Amachi's Hope.  I took a few more steps towards publishing.  I sent in a submission yesterday to Pitch Wars.  For those of you who are not familiar, Pitch Wars is an opportunity to have your unpublished (finished) novel read by an agent.  But first you need to be chosen by a mentor.  This mentor can be an author who has already been published or perhaps an editor etc. He or she will work with you to tighten up your manuscript, making it the best it can be before it is presented to an agent for review.  The process (once chosen) will be two (2) grueling months. 

I use the word grueling because the mentors will be no joke. You will be shining up your pitch, strengthening your first chapter, making your words fly out of the ball park (if it doesn't already) LOL!  You will be opening yourself to critiques and revisions. (This is nothing new.) 

The genres represented are YA, MG, Adult, and NA.  Seventy-five mentors in all! Isn't that insane?! Each mentor has a bio which talks about themselves, the genre(s) they write in and why you should chose them as a mentor.  Some of them are seasoned (meaning they've been involved in this competition before) and others are first timers.  From what I gather, a number of unpublished authors (in the past) have received opportunities for representation.  DEFINITELY A PLUS!

As I mentioned before, if you don't put yourself out there you'll never know what great opportunities await you.  I have sent my positive energy out to the universe and I'm hoping that I get it back.  The way I see it even if I get chosen as an alternate (they choose one, plus an alternate in case their first choice drops out) I would still see it as a huge compliment.  To be considered, means that all my hardwork was not in vain.  That my work has caught the 'right' kind of attention. And the light at the end of the tunnel is just that much closer.

Wish me luck guys! I sent in my first chapter and the infamous (cue the Jaws theme music) query letter. LOL! It will be about two weeks before I know if I was picked.  And the agent round will be the first week of November.  (twenty-five different literary agencies ARGH!!) Lets see what happens :)





Mari e laipe!
See you soon!

S-

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Tuesday, August 12, 2014

ORUN - FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN


Ek'abo Ebi! (Welcome Family!)
“Ebi! Family! We must be calm!” yelled Ayotunde.  The fear and tension coming from the crowd almost stifled her.  She needed to gain control.  “Let us not assume that this Chief Kukoyi comes with ill intent.  I know that you've never seen or met another outside our tribe, but perhaps the High God wants us to change that!”  As quickly as she made that remark she threw a hard look at Folami and Temitope.  She did not want them to express their disagreement in front of their people.  It would only make things worse. 
“Why is he coming here? How did he even find us?” bellowed a young man. “We are simple people.  We have nothing to trade! Nothing of real value!” yelled an old woman.
Because Folami was still weak, the gathering occurred outside her home.  From where she sat she could see the faces of her people.  They were full of fear, concern and even anger.  The three sisters have seen much in the centuries they have lived among mortals.  Mortals are capable of hate, violence and even death.  But they are also capable of love, compassion and great acts of valor.  Folami hoped that they would not have to test this theory.
Folami felt helpless.  Now when her sisters needed her the most, she was without power.  Knowing her well, Modupe took her hand.  She looked up at him. Her eyes were full of sadness. “You should know better than anyone that there are many types of power.” Modupe said in a gentle voice.  “Just as there is mystical power, there is power in being courageous, power in being resourceful, power in being loved. Have you given up before anything has begun?” he questioned.
“We have not heard of this Chief Kukoyi before, but we will be more than ready to greet him when he arrives.” bellowed Temitope.  As the crowd began to settle down, a shadow dissolved into the woods.  As it darted through the trees, it startled the birds and frightened the deer.  The animals of the forest began moving around restlessly.  They sensed danger in the air but they could not figure from whence it came.
The entity moved from place to place.  Jumping from shadow to shadow, it moved in and out of different dimensions to help it reach its destination.  It slithered across the ground and up the side of a tent just as the sun went down for the night.  It materialized behind a man who seemed unconcerned for his safety.
“Report?” he asked.  In a deep, gravelly voice it responded.  “They know you are coming.  Someone or something got word to them. The people fear the unknown and therefore fear you.  Folami is no longer a threat.”
“Rubbing his hands together, Kukoyi plotted his next move. “I believe the weakest link will be the key to my entrance into the tribe.  Take this with you.”  Kukoyi pointed to a black vial on a small table near him.  “Put exactly two drops into her drink.  Folami is already weak, so no one will question why she has fallen ill again.” The vial disappeared as if made of mist.  He smiled cruelly.
“They will need my help.  They will need me and soon I will walk as freely among them as a dear friend.”
***

For all of you who have been visiting my blog each week, I greatly appreciate it.  I hope that you’ll continue to do so.  But I would really love to see more of your comments. Whether it is today’s post or entries in the past.  Tell me what you think of the direction I’ve taken so far or any thoughts or suggestions you may have J


It has come to my attention that some of my readers have been unable to comment as they do not have google accounts.  If you would like to comment, I welcome you to e-mail me directly at amachi.is.hope@gmail.com.


Mari e laipe!

See you soon!


S-

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

WE LICKLE BUT WE TALLAWAH! - SCIENCE FICTION/FANTASY WRITERS OF THE CARIBBEAN


Ek'abo Ebi! (Welcome Family!)
As a Yardie, it is only right that I acknowledge Jamaica’s 52nd year of independence from British colonial rule (August 6, 2014).  In addition, August 1st marked 176 years since Jamaica was emancipated from slavery. (Though it came with certain conditions. But that’s not something I intend to address today).
As Jamaicans all over prepare to celebrate these important dates in our history, it occurred to me that though we have many powerhouse authors who originate from the Caribbean, I have not heard of many authors (from Jamaica in particular) who have written books influenced by the genres of science fiction and fantasy. I decided to do a little digging to see what I could find out.
I only came across three authors from the Caribbean who write in those genres. Only one of them is from Jamaica.
Nalo Hopkinson
-   Jamaican science fiction and fantasy writer.
-   Author of novels such as Skin Folk, The Salt Roads and The New Moon’s Arms, works of short fiction and anthologies.
-   Recipient of many awards including the World Fantasy Award (2003), Sunburst Award for Canadian Literature of the Fantastic (2003, 2008), nomination for the Nebula Award (2007) and the Prix Aurora Award (2008) [Canada’s reader-voted award for science fiction and fantasy]. 
Tobias S. Buckell
-     Grenadian science fiction writer.
-     Author of novels such as Crystal Rain, Ragamuffin, Sly Mongoose, and Halo:The Cole Protocol (on the NY Times Best Seller list in 2008).  Wrote numerous pieces for magazines, anthologies and contributed to a short story collection for Halo in 2009.
-     Nominated for the Nebula Award in 2007.
Karen Lord
-     Barbadian writer of speculative fiction.
-     Author of Redemption in Indigo, The Best of All Possible Worlds
-     Received the Frank Collymore Literary Endowment Award for Best Unpublished Manuscript (2008), Carl Brandon Society Parallax Award (2010), Crawford Award and Mythopoeic Award (2011), World Fantasy Award (2011) and Kitschies Golden Tentacle Award (2012).
It is hard to believe that this list is so small. With all the stories I heard growing up or books I’ve read where Anansi the spider caused trouble, or duppies (ghosts) roamed the Earth, or conjurers of Obeah (dark witchcraft) afflicted the unwary, and even a talking tiger stirred up and seasoned his pot of soup J you would think there would be more stories of the incredible.
Perhaps one day, I may be able to add my contribution to this short list. (My story Grand Design is based in Jamaica).  In the meanwhile, I extend this challenge to you.  If you are an author of Caribbean descent and you find the genres of science fiction and fantasy of interest, try your hand at it and see what develops.  “We Lickle But We Tallawah” There may not be that many of us, but we always have alot to say!  See this as another way to increase the diversity we so desperately need in books.  Who knows you may become the next Nebula or Hugo Award nominee!
Thanks for coming through Ebi and Happy Independence Day to all my JA massive!
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For all of you who have been visiting my blog each week, I greatly appreciate it.  I hope that you’ll continue to do so.  But I would really love to see more of your comments. Whether it is today’s post or entries in the past.  Tell me what you think of the direction I’ve taken so far or any thoughts or suggestions you may have J 
It has come to my attention that some of my readers have been unable to comment as they do not have google accounts.  If you would like to comment, I welcome you to e-mail me directly at amachi.is.hope@gmail.com.
Mari e laipe!
See you soon!  
S-

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

ORUN - THE LION DONS THE SHEEP'S CLOTHING


Ek'abo Ebi! (Welcome Family!)
The sun was rising.  Folami could feel its warmth upon her face.  Taking a deep breath, she slowly opened her eyes.  Folami was thankful that the High God had blessed her with the gift of life once more.  The past few days were unsure and Folami feared that each day would be her last.  But it seems that the High God had more in store for her.  “Perhaps he will use me as his vessel once again.” Folami thought to herself.
Turning her head to the left, Folami looked down and saw Modupe stretched out on a pallet beside her.  He was sound asleep.  She stretched out her arm and lightly brushed the curly, dark hairs upon his skin.  She could feel his warmth as it rose up from his body. Folami felt a combination of pleasure and exasperation as she looked upon his handsome face.  Her heart leaped as she thought of the love they shared.  But she was frustrated because she desperately wanted a moment alone. 
Day after day, she was visited by well-meaning members of her tribe.  If they were not there, then her sisters would materialize as if summoned.  Modupe refused to leave.  “He acts as if my sickness was his doing.” She mumbled to herself.  Folami wanted a quiet moment to think about her future.  Now that the haze of new love had been lifted, Folami wondered: “How will I survive without my immortality?”
As Folami’s thoughts travelled to the future, she was startled by the frantic sounds of two birds chirping from her window.  She recognized the birds as they were her constant companions for as long as she could remember.  It gave her great joy when she realized that she could still understand them.  “Not all of my abilities have been stripped from me.” She whispered to herself.  “What’s wrong little ones?” Folami asked.
The older of the two, a brown eyed sparrow named Kekere Kan peeped out, “Sister, sister there are a group of men approaching the village!  We have never seen them before!”  The younger one, a little quail named Aparo, was impatient to say his piece and darted back and forth on the window’s ledge.  Before Kekere Kan could finish, Aparo cheeped out in a staccato-like fashion, “I overheard their leader talking.  He calls himself Kukoyi!”  Kekere Kan gave Aparo a hard look; silencing him with one hard “TWEET!”
“How far away are they?” Folami asked Kekere Kan. “About a full day’s journey, sister.” “Thank you so much for the warning.  Quickly, as fast as your wings can carry you, go to my sisters and tell them what you told me.  Tell them we must call a gathering!” 
As Folami looked down once again her eyes connecting with Modupe’s.  With lithe movements he rolled over and sat up on the pallet.  Stretching out the kinks in his neck, he questioned Folami.  “Who do you think these people are?” “I know not.” she responded.  “In my 100 years here, we have never received a visitor from the outside world. We have lived in a cocoon of solitude never needing exposure to others.  Now these people approach and I fear what albatross or danger they may be bringing with them.”
As the Ina and awn dudu stirred from their slumber, awakening to fear and a possible threat, Chief Kukoyi stood inside a majestic yellow tent. He stretched his arms out as his servants dressed him for a new day.  Wrapped in a beige colored robe, he was then draped in a brown cloth etched with designs that represented his tribe and rank. A little boy quickly tied a matching sash around his waist to finish the effect.  He never once looked at the chief’s face.  Flashing a trusting smile at his advisors, he asked them, “If I presented myself to you for the first time, would you trust me?”
“Oh yes!” said one of his advisors in a nervous tone. “Most definitely!” said another as he smooth away a crease on Kukoyi's sleeve.  Kukoyi called out to one of his generals.  Akinbode! Ready the horses! Let us finish this journey.  I am more than ready to meet our new neighbors.  Kukoyi’s advisors shivered.  The tone of his voice dripped with dark intent.
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For all of you who have been visiting my blog each week, I greatly appreciate it.  I hope that you’ll continue to do so.  But I would really love to see more of your comments. Whether it is today’s post or entries in the past.  Tell me what you think of the direction I’ve taken so far or any thoughts or suggestions you may have J 

It has come to my attention that some of my readers have been unable to comment as they do not have google accounts.  If you would like to comment, I welcome you to e-mail me directly at amachi.is.hope@gmail.com.

Mari e laipe!
See you soon!

S-