indie-author

I didn't come looking for you the day you uninvitedly appeared on my doorstepHow did we go from nonchalant conversation me waiting for you to turn me off with corny jokes and mind dumbing conversationto loveTo love and mind blowing chemistry that I've yet to make sense of What are you here to teach me?

Our books are the deepest glimpses into our souls, the most raw and real anybody will ever find us.

El reproche y la culpa solo sirven para aprisionarnos y para no dejarnos avanzar.

My book sales are way down today. Also, I've received two scathing reviews. One of them calls me __ purveyor of insipid wet-dreams.

It's a difficult path that we tread, us Indie self-publishers, but we're not alone. How many bands practicing in their dad__ garage have heard of a group from the neighbourhood who got signed by a recording company? Or how many artists who love to paint, but are not really getting anywhere with it hear of someone they went to art school with being offered an exhibition in a gallery? How many chefs who love to get creative around food hear of someone else who__ just landed a job with Marco Pierre White? There__ no difference between us and them. There is, however, a huge difference in how everyone else perceives the writer. And there__ a huge difference between all of us _ the writers, the musicians, the composers, the chefs, the dance choreographers and to a certain extent the tradesmen - and the rest of society in that no one understands us. It__ a wretched dream to hope that our creativity gets recognised while our family thinks we__e wasting our time when the lawn needs mowing, the deck needs painting and the bedroom needs decorating. It__ acceptable to go into the garage to tinker about with a motorbike, but it__ a waste of a good Sunday afternoon if you go into the garage and practice your guitar, or sit in your study attempting to capture words that have been floating around your brain forever.

When one is being driven to the edge, we either fight back or jump

I never liked the influence of others when it came to feelings. I rather went through the painful process of analyzing everything half to death.

Indie publishing lets me feed my inner control freak.

Being on Facebook as an Author and listing your books is like being a tiny single word in a giant dictionary! If people don__ search for you they don__ find you. They don__ take notice of you. They don__ even know you exist! Thats the hard reality of Socialmedia!

If I had followed every urge I ever had, I would have had much more sex and killed a lot more people

If you can still write in spite of the fact that you're not getting paid, that nobody cares about what you're writing, that nobody wants to publish it, that everybody is telling you to do something else, and you still want to and you still enjoy it and you can't stop doing it...then you're a writer.

THE 52ND is a unique entry in the YA and Paranormal genres. With a diverse cast of characters, thrilling mythology, and a potential series ahead, Dela knocks it out of the park with THE 52ND.

He looked at her, amazed with her sudden nerves. __weetheart_ marrying was never on any list of mine._ He reached for her hand and held it tightly in his. __ut marrying you_ now that__ something different.

Hurricanes couldn__ remove you from my mind. You__e my world and I__ incapable of not loving you.