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Tim Hortons doesn't know what it sells: A Tale of Lattes

On Monday July 15th, around the time of 6:30AM, I stopped at Tim Horton’s for some coffee, as I was too late for work to make mine at home that day.
The line to it was short, and I quickly ordered the usual, except, this time I was getting it from other people who don’t know me; a different shift.
I ordered a “MOCHA LATTE”

I’ve always gotten what I’ve ordered, but this time, something was different. My drink was boiling hot and thin and lacked in flavor. Let’s say I threw it out when I got to work.
On Tuesday July 16th, I went again, hoping to get a better coffee. I sought something different, maybe last time I had ordered the wrong THING.
I ordered a “COFFEE MOCHA”

And that’s exactly what I got. Coffee in a cup with chocolate syrup.
I went back again on Thursday July 18th, around 6:40AM, late me to work, as always. I ordered a “MOCHA LATTE”
Guess what I got? Coffee mixed with Chocolate syrup.
Why am I upset?
For a “Mocha Latte” you’re paying almost FOUR $4 dollars for a medium cup!
For a “CAFFE …


Since I haven't share anything in a while, I want to share this small snip of a rough draft I'm working on. It's a bad dream the MC is having, and it represents the love of his Mother.
Let me know what you think!
Happy Writing


There is a ballerina spinning to piano music.
The room also spins, and in the blur, the pianist’s face alights.
“Dad,” whispers Zach from across the room. He is faded, his body incomplete. Thomas plays in the corner, ignoring him, hitting the keys in perfect harmony as Melanie twirls, and never missing a beat. “Mom!” He reaches to her, but can’t move. Thomas plays louder, and the room spins faster as Melanie twirls in the middle of the black-and-white room.
There is a chandelier hanging from overhead that begins to drip blood onto Melanie, turning her pink tutu into a wet mess. It doesn’t bother her, she dances to Thomas’ music, smearing the white floor with blood. Zach screams at her, but she can’t hear him. He does it again, louder, and again, u…

Rustic Stars: Release Day!

It’s Release Day for RUSTIC STARS!*
*Throws glitter in the shape of stars as he dances around you*
I honestly didn’t tell a soul when this book would come out. So about two weeks ago, I decided to do it on December 4,, 2015. Then I went from there. It was a lot of work getting everything together in such a small time frame, but it happened. Cover, design…everything. I had a lot of help from a very special friend to do the Ebook, and I can’t even thank her enough! *Bear hugs her*
Any who, if you know me, or have ever heard me talk about my book, you should know that my book has a gay character. Fair warning.
I had a lot of people tell me bad stuff about it, which ALWAYS made me want to stop. And when they heard it was romance, more bad comments. But fantasy is good, right?
Comments such as: “Gay people don’t read,”“Gay romance is BORING,”“I wouldn’t read that book, because it sounds sad.” Among others. None bad, but all made me question. My book is not intended for a certain kind of pe…

Rustic Stars: Cover Reveal

*Takes extremely deep breath*

*Waves hello*

More than a year ago, I had this crazy dream about a girl with a tail and a boy holding hands, hiding behind a pier from men who were shooting at them. In my dream, I remember seeing the fear in their eyes as they tried to hide, and then swim away. I remember there was a ship, but before I’d see anything else, I’d awake.
I had this dream multiple times. It was always the siren. She was always running away, and there was always a boy, though I couldn’t figure out who he was.
As so happens that sometimes life entangles you in a set of emotions programmed to either torture you in a hole of constant questions, or make you grow in a hole of self-inflicted doubt.
I can’t tell what was happening with me a year ago, but I was trapped in a torrent of depression. Part because of my life situation and part because of the barriers I could never bring down.
In November of 2014, I did NaNoWriMo, and decided to finally pen down these dreams that kept comi…

NaNoWriMo: Update

How am I doing with NaNoWriMo this year?

Really bad. As you can see below. It has been almost two years since I wrote anything new, and writing new content is always hard for me, specially since this time I didn't outline the story.
Reason: The last novel I wrote, I outlined everything, and knew the story almost perfectly before I wrote it, so by the time I actually did get to write it, it was hard because I lacked in interest. I figured it was because I already knew the story so well, that I didn't feel the need to write it. So this time around I decided to be a gardener: take a bunch of characters and an idea, and go with it, see what grows, which is new to me, and is growing much slower than it should. But growing nonetheless.

Rustic Stars: Character Reveal: SAMONE

Today you will meet SAMONE
SAMONE is a main character in the story [Main Character
She is 15 years old.

Her family are: Tehja (grandmother) 
Her partner for The Parse: EAST
 Curse: She is a siren (aka mermaid)

For your reading pleasure, I have this teaser from SAMONE*

I scream and swim back a few meters, away from the edge, and into deeper water. He stares down, at the water, at me—he stares at me! He’s gasping and walking back, backing up as the blood flushes from his face. He’s seen my body covered in green scales, and worse, my tail. I couldn’t hide; he caught me by surprise. What was I thinking? “Are you a demon?” he questions. I don’t see fear in his eyes, but I do see disgust. It tickles me the wrong way and makes my heart wither. Disgust. Disgust! “I’m a siren. Have you ever heard of a siren?” I say, and swim in a circle with my head outside the water, thinking about holding on from the edge of the river once more. “Are you a killer?” “No!” I reply, and stop moving. “I’ve never kill a…

Rustic Stars: Character Reveal: EAST

I will try to do a character reveal every week, until all the characters from RUSTICS STARS are out, or at least most of them!
My friend chose many of them, and I think they all fit the roll. This is purely out of fun, and are NOT the characters I based my novel on, because they were chosen AFTER I had finish my manuscript, and I did not go back to change their personas to try and match these [real] people.
I hope you enjoy!

Today, you will meet EAST.
EAST is one of the two main characters in the story.
He is 16 years old.
His family are: VINCI (brother) HERUS (father)
Best friend: DELTA
In love with: INNIS
His partner for The Parse: SAMONE

For your reading pleasure, I have this teaser from EAST*

I am a damako. When I was little, I heard the term a few times, but I never wanted to know the meaning of it, since all men capable of loving another man never lived long. The term became invisible, unheard of. It became something that no one wanted to hear about, and the seam of letters that f…

Rustic Stars - Turmoil

As you guys know, or don't know (but you know now!), I finished the first draft of my current novel RUSTIC STARS a few weeks ago. I let it simmer and went over the ideas in it. Now it is time to revise it and make it pretty, which is turning out to be not as bad as when I revised T. R. Orbs (my very first novel which I'm still editing). Since I am a writer who rarely lets anyone read anything I write, because no one ever reads anything I write, honestly, I wanted to share instead a snip with you all. I'm hoping it is a quick read, and not as bad as I think it is. It basically explains a lot of what the story is about.
I hope you guys read it, and can't wait to hear your thoughts on it!


“I didn’t know I could do it,” I tell East, who is laying on the sand next to me, looking at the black sky, counting the stars. “I can take the Viccio Potion if anything goes wrong.” He sits up, and looks at me. “I will be here to make sure nothing bad happens to you, okay?”…

R. S. - Another way to die

Hello you guys! The other night I was writing, working on the rough draft of (R.S.), and today I came upon this tiny scene, where the character does something really strange. I honestly was about to delete it, because I didn't find use for the scene, and don't even remember much about it! I don't know why I wrote it all.
Today, sober and saturated with caffeine, I understood the meaning.
My character was committing suicide (kind of).
It didn't hit me at first, because he doesn't blame it on him, or warns you about it. He just does it. But he doesn't go through with it. I have no idea why, to be honest.
Anyway, I really wanted to share it, and ask you if I should keep it. Not because I can't decide myself (which I can't, at the moment), but because I find it rather...I don't know, wobbly? Like it has no true structure.

"The night is bright, and I want to walk around the beach so I can clear my mind and think about my dad and my brother…

The Chalzan: How many times can you write a beginning?

I HATE BEGINNINGS! Because it is the thing I love most about books. Also the ending. The middle is filler, so throw it at me with lemons and candy.
So, after struggling for like 3 months to write, I came up with this. DO TELL ME IF IT SOUNDS OKAY. JUST FINE. GOOD. OR BAD. Everything is welcome. Now read, Reader!

The red front door swung open.

Zachary Jones walked out of his house, trying not to make any noise as he did, and locked the door behind him with the key he found under the doormat—his mother’s favorite place to hide an extra house key. The morning was quiet and cold, colder than usual, which was new, because it had never been that cold during that time of year in Zephyr-Qualm, Georgia.

The morning was also rather foggy, and Zach couldn’t help to notice the dew covering the grass on the frown lawn. At that moment, he was glad he was wearing a hoodie and pants to wander into the forest.

He walked north on the sidewalk. His steps were as quiet as the steps of a mouse, so he was …