Leaping Over the Fear of Failure

What great thing would you attempt if you knew you could not fail? It’s a generic question, no doubt, but got me thinking of extremely specific things. There are so many things I’d do if failure wasn’t an expected outcome. I am one of those people who, admittedly, dislike failure with a great passion.

Then again, I’m not sure if anything in life is actually a “fail.” If you learn something from it, use it in the future in a different, positive way, then isn’t it a form of success? I don’t know the meaning of failure –no, literally, a proper definition is lost to me.

I don’t believe anything is a lost cause. (1st definition of failure - Lack of success) Nor can I believe a person attached to this derogatory term can fulfil the criteria completely (2nd definition of failure – An unsuccessful person, enterprise, or thing.) There is always that bit of success which assures that no-one is ever a failure.

Interview with Merve: The Series Novelist

A member of Wattpad since August 7, 2010 (3 years) Merve has been a hardworking teenage novelist. She finally got her big break upon transferring to MissLiterati, where she was placed as “Reader‘s Choice” on the front page, due to her excellent science fiction book The Aberration. In just 10 days, Merve had 10,000 (!) page-views and remains one of the top writers on the site.

Merve [Mer-vaye] is a young writer with already two completed novels under her sleeve. A Tale of Deception explores the world of Samara, a girl who picks up the pieces of her broken memory. Who is she? What is she doing? And these people, claiming to be on her side… what if it’s all lies?

7-Day Music Blogging Challenge

My life is a song. I am the musician, playing melodies to suit different aspects of my life.

Times where I realise I left something important at home (cue Jaws theme song) and am dreading the arrival of a screaming teacher. Times where I feel compelled to admire artists, I play Song for Viola by Peter Bradley Adams –a song of which I never tire. Then other occasions exist where instrumental music takes me on an adventure, tossing me in a world of fantasy and unknown creatures (Cassandra by Two Steps from Hell)

It’s difficult to assess my life. The horrible parts I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy; the happiest moments I wish to indulge everyone in, letting them taste the utter bliss of life. Sometimes, life is so overwhelmingly beautiful, everything else pales in comparison. All that grey is hidden behind the bask glow of the endless sun.

There’s Nothing Uglier Than the Human Mind

I fail to believe any object or any person is “ugly.” Then there are touchy subjects such as war, violence and slavery, which are quite negative, but also have a bittersweet kind of side attached to them. There is good in every bad, and bad in everything good; the world is an abundance of grey.

However, my definition of “ugly” isn’t in the world; it’s your mind. It’s my mind. It’s our mind as we surge through negative impulses, make  judgements or let our vengeful side rule us. The human mind, at its worst, the ugliest thing.

Character Interview: Tessa from “Violet Ink”

Today, I’ve decided to something a little different for the Daily Post. Upon looking back, I realised most of my responses were journal/thought circulated rather than relating to my writing (which I started this blog for in first place).

I am going to interview the main character of my novel “Violet Ink.” It’s a novel I am currently and only have two chapters up thus far. But I plan to continue writing the story as soon as exams are over (maybe 4 to 5 weeks?)

The gist of the novel? Tessa Hawthorne, the main character, has always been different. She prefers horror movies, has a violent sense of humour and is an aspiring horror writer. After the shocking discovery that her short stories have elements of reality in them, that she can manipulate the lives of millions of people, her entire personality changes.

But not remotely close to the better.

I Am Ramisa

In response to the Daily Post, which asks about a story behind my name, I have a lot to share. Or very little. We’ll find out by the end of this post. There is no significant story behind my name except the peculiar spelling and obvious foreign heritage of the word. “Ramisa.” Have you ever heard somebody called that before?

My name is Ramisa. However, this isn’t the only name I go by. Others include Remy, called by my close friends, or MidnightAria, my username for everything. Then there are always nicknames I’ve earned, but haven’t quite claimed as my own.

But today, I shall focus on the given name, as it will always be my permanent identity.

What A Stranger/Psychopath Taught Me [SHORT STORY]

I’ve always wanted to write a coming-of-age short story, but never found the right words to express them in. Perhaps this is because I prefer novel-length books, where the readers can watch the characters develop in their lateral stages of maturity without feeling the characterisation rushed; so that I can ensure I don’t worry about a word-limit.

However, today I decided to take on a challenge. This is my first ever coming of age short story which I wrote without looking back. Yes, there will be inconsistencies, mistakes, typos and possibly plot-holes, but… I felt it was a representation, a public post of my first ever coming of age short story. And also a science-fiction one, too!

And you get to experience it, failures and everything!