Knowledge weaving into the pen

Knowledge is wealth, i am a believer of this. The more we grow in abundance developing an unsteady self, the better we are between two worlds. The world of fiction and the world of reality. We are prosperous and mighty when we consume an abundance of source , which informs not just literary prose,but the higher self. A self on a quest for a purer existence, a taste that whistles on your tongue begging you to consume its song. I am a writer, and yet we face the world complaining that we are not omnipotent in skill, that God has blessed us with little talent to access world's. Set yourself free with your pen. Verbs are itching snakes, adjectives poised to be bitten and consumed with their poison,as sentences fling unto the page rolling off your tongue. I love writing because within it, I am everything and so much more in between.

The purpose of persistence

Don't be passive in a world where your meant to collide with dreams, you will feel lazy, tired exhausted from the tedium of other people's failed attempts. Discontent people who conquered little and thrive on showing you that you too are unable to accomplish much. Writing, enterprise, entertainment, business, is a journey, what we think we are , is what we become. We can spend a lifetime listening to those who always half try or never even attempt to go forward, or you can believe in the power of your imagination, and your ability to  accomplish your goals. We transport ourselves between these two ears, what we observe, utilise, tap into, engage with, can be recycled to be used to create access for us. Utilise it you must, or knowledge escapes you.

Mist of change

It's a decision we make within our selves,not to be beaten, to permit access for grand opportunities. When I started my journey as a writer dealing with the disability I had and some of my emotional trials, it always frustrated me not arriving at my destination with the ease others seemed to. Always hungry, weeping inside my head, what am I doing wrong. It had been a perpetual habit of mine to mourn the loss of time, and things that had crept away like shadows. Thoughts that buzzed with so much saturation reporting me back to the chaos of myself. I wanted to be a millionairess, nope I wanted to write, i have a business mind. Nope I wanted to write. Writing is a dream, writing is as far fetched an illusion as me walking out of a mirage and giving you ten million pounds. Then it happened to me, and I couldn't believe it. I signed a contract with my agent and my book Lunchbox Millionaire was being looked at by Penguin? This all began with the redebony blog, I had just lost my job to a case of office politics. In retaliation I chose to start up a blog ranting about this jerk off, who had made the last days of my working life absolutely hell. I was ridiculed, laughed at, patronised the works, but of course my ideas were used because they were great ideas. What would I call this new platform of mine? Red was my favourite colour, I had been criticised a lot for my ebony skin growing up.Yet I took pride in it. Therefore this new chapter of my life I would call redebony, then at some points as you do I got even more jazzed up, and called my blog redebonyhotspot. Last year I wiped a tear off my mother's face as the doctors told her there was nothing they could do about my epileptic seizures, the fear of status epilepticus the last year hung over our heads like a dark cloud, this year I watched my mum's eyes light up as I told her I'd turned my book Lunchbox Millionaire into a company. An enterprise for education. From taking the risk on my work I now have an agent, a new company, and have advised the Financial times, I'm working with the Princes trust,and the Oxford academy. Take that epilepsy! When you have doubt counter it with productivity. You are the change you seek.