www.wattpad.com/user/DMYatesI once heard this amazing quote that when I feel like giving up, keeps me going on. Sadly, I don't know who the author of the quote is:
Of countless millions
Who – when at the brink of decision
And were lost.
I've also just updated my dark and steamy novel Betrayed. www.wattpad.com/user/DMYates
Love Honor and Respect to all.
I love this quote from Stephen King:
“Writing isn't about making money, getting famous, getting dates, getting laid, or making friends. In the end, it's about enriching the lives of those who will read your work, and enriching your own life, as well. It's about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Getting happy.”
― Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft
And isn't this why writers write?
Love Honor and Respect for all.
I've been putting chapters of my latest novel 'Betrayed' on Wattpad. I define it as a dark and steamy scifi novel, but what does that mean? And what's the difference between steamy and erotica?
A dark novel: Dark fantasy is a subgenre of fantasy literary, artistic, and cinematic works that incorporate darker and frightening themes of fantasy.
Steamy: Merriam Webster defines this as sensually hot. A steamy romance is a romance first.
What about erotica? Love or lust, emphasis on sex, often several partners, possibly restraints and more use of sexual terms.
Based on these definitions, 'Betrayed' is a dark and steamy scifi.
Love, Honor, and Respect to all.
Betrayed Chapter Seventeen Part Two is now on wattpad:
I'm also in the process of editing my Poetry Book, Stepping Stones to Love Honor and Respect. Here is a revised poem from that collection:
She Who Rides the Wind
I lived in a time that has passed on.
My people’s ways have come and gone.
I was Shaman, Dream-Catcher, dark-skinned.
I was known as ‘She Who Rides the Wind.’
A vision for my eyes displayed,
while on a road I chanced to stray.
Back to the past, the picture framed;
the gentle wind breathed my name.
About me stretched the untamed land.
Towards all directions out it spanned.
Yet still the words, they whooshed along,
“She Who Rides the Wind here belonged.”
I straightened up and glanced around.
I seemed alone; none other found.
I felt the present scene elapse.
This knowledge given, I did grasp.
I kept this gift sealed in my heart,
and searched then for the missing part.
When looking, nothing could I find
‘til I silenced my chatty mind.
One noon I simply took a rest,
with deep breaths, released my stress.
Then suddenly my world did change.
I wandered to that open range.
Dressed from head to foot in tan hides;
I was running in great strides,
my this-life husband (on his horse);
racing next to me on his course.
Divining sleep another night
put forth to me a wondrous sight.
A power animal came to me.
It helped to solve this mystery.
In seasons yore, I rode the clouds.
My steed and I, we two were proud.
A dream catcher held in my hand,
I caught the dreams from my sleeping land.
Shaman, Dream-Catcher, and dark-skinned,
formerly, ‘She Who Rides the Wind.’
Nowadays I live a different life;
but to him who rode, I am his wife.
Of yesteryear, I died that day.
How and why, I’m not to say.
I’ve returned to heal my past.
I’ve come to terms with life at last.
These trances showed that I stood tall,
as I heeded my sacred call.
Thru past moons I did wend,
for I was…‘She Who Rides the Wind.’
Chapter Eleven The Halblings
from the first book of The Dimidiums
Janna has been forced to marry Trevor to protect his species' secret. He takes her on a honeymoon to Maui where he explains the history of his kind and the difference between Halblings and vampires.
Believe in yourself and dream above the clouds. I do and I believe in you.