You and I are forever cursed
Like the moon and sun in the sky
We shall never trully meet
I would forever bask in your heat
Looking at you over my shoulders
Drinking you in
Illuminating my darkness with your reflecting light
And should I ever find you
Only misery would follow
For I shall darken your bright world
Even for a few minutes
Just when I think I’m close enough to grasp you
The tide shall pull us apart.
Please make sure you order my book “Never Forget You” on Amazon published July 4th, 2017
In a blog or two ago I made my big announcement of releasing my debut book “Never Forget You” on Amazon coming out on 4th July. If you didn’t read that post I’ll leave the link for that here.
Now, this blog is basically my drama and what’s happening since the announcement of this book.
Let me first start off by saying I was suprised about how much support I received when I made the announcement. I am very happy to see how much people believed in me and congratulated me. For that I want to say Thank You!
But then there is my parents. Not that they didnt support me in my debut book, I just feel like they are over supporting me; if thats even a thing. And let’s just be clear here, I appreciate that they believe in my work and are making a big deal out of it.
Okay, so when I was still in the process of doing the final editing, both of my parents were informed of the writing of the book and they were okay with it. Just that, there were okay with it. Now it’s been months and the book is due to be released in under a month and they are going bonanza!
My dad is pushing to tell Steve Harvey! Steve Harvey!!!
And I’m like, slow down dad I don’t even know if the book makes that much sense to even tell Steve Harvey. *Someone grab the remote and turn the tv off, quick!*
And my mom is telling people back home in Guyana to make sure they go on Amazon and buy the book. And it’s people who I’m pretty sure don’t really read that much to begin with.
And I’m here second guessing myself if the book even make that much sense for all the fuss that they are making it out to be.
Someone please tell me I’m not the only one with parents like this!
Never Forget You by Farzanna Pasha
This is one of my most dreamt of accomplishment to ever come true. From a very tender age, I would sit by my mother’s typewriter and make up stories that didn’t make sense at that time and I swore, when I get older I would write my own book. And here it is!
Words cannot describe how excited I am to introduce my first book ever to be written and published. Exactly one month from today it will be release and I am bouncing off the walls with enthusiasm.
I will be giving away arc in about a week from now and that has me anxious. I’m not sure I’m ready to obe criticized by my work since I how how much effort I put into it but isn’t that how authors learn?
The book is also available on Amazon for pre-ording for $2.99 if you are interested!
Below is the blurb ! Please let me know in the comment based off on it’s description if you think I’ll be a good read.
Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to wake up without any memory of who you are or even what you look like? Well I did, and it was not pretty. What’s even worse, I woke up in a hospital in Italy with no one around who knew me. Luckily for me, I had help from a kind stranger named Sam Maddox. He gave me purpose and was the guiding light in my dark days.
Tragedy struck and I was left alone once again. Haunted by a man in my dreams who made my heart ache for him and palpitated in my chest, I headed to the Golden State of California for answers. In the very first week, without any effort, I found my answers and who I truly was.
Have you ever loved someone with a love that would prevail anything; and you thought to yourself that nothing can tear you apart and then one day something does? Well I did, you see my wife Katherine, she was my world. We were happy and we were crazy for each other. She called me from work and told me she had good news and that I should wait for her at home. I waited and waited but she never did make it home. No one knew what truly happened, Katherine had just vanished.
Imagine my surprise, three years later, when I saw her across my sister’s dinner table calling herself Jane. What was more heartbreaking was that she didn’t even know who I was.
I have to make my wife fall in love with me again and to make my job harder, someone is after her. Someone is stalking her and threatening her life and all that we know is, it has something to do with why she disappeared and how she lost her memories.
Will finding out the truth pull us together or tear us apart?
I wrote this poem a couple months back although it’s incomplete I wanted to share it.
There’s a faceless face in the mirror staring at me.
I thought of it as pretty
Perfectly clear, not a part of it blemished.
No wrinkles. No scars. Not even a pimple.
A faultless master piece that god created.
I wear this face one day so they all could see,
I wanted to gloat in it’s beauty so that finally someone could see me.
The real me!
It first started with the whispers,
Then like a dark shadow it began clinging behind me everywhere I go.
Every word, every taunt, every mockery!
The dissdain looks and scorn causes me misery.
There’s a face this time in the mirror staring at me,
They say it’s pretty.
Perfeclty countoured, not a part of it hideous.
No wrinkles. No scars. Not even a pimple.
A faultless materpiece that humans created.
I wear this face one day so they all can see.
I wanted to cry with the praises I recieved with this fake beauty.
Such a pity!
Many times I would sit and wonder if life truly hates me. I have this theory that life has some sort of supernatural power to sink me so deep into the ground where there is no light for me to find my way out and no air to keep from dying of suffocation.
Now don’t get me wrong; I don’t hate life and I don’t have it in my mind to commit suicide. I love living! I love being able to wake in the morning to another new day of adventure and being able to do all you can do because life is what you make of it. You have to be willing to put 100% effort into making it however you imagine your life to be and damn all those pulling you down.
Though sometimes you have to grab onto life with both hands and wrestle with it; strangle it with all the strength you can muster and risk going down a sore loser because some endings can result with something so beautiful that you can be blinded by it. That the mere thought of it would make you shed tears of joy or gaze at it in wonder of such adoration.
Recently however, my life is playing a game of whack-a-mole, with me being the mole. Every time I find myself coming up from that atramentous ground for a breath, I would get whacked back into it with that damn mallet and each time it would take longer for me to find my way back up again. Therefore, expanding time of being suffocated.
But every time I get whacked, it would make me stronger. It builds my resistance and harden me to the harshness of life and it would make me want to prove that I can surpass and overcome this. No matter how many scars I may obtain or how bent out of shape I may be, I will arise standing tall and a better person than I started out to be.
So life, bring it on! I’m here with my boxing gloves on waiting for you to take the first swing, waiting to show you that no matter how hard you whack at me I will come out that hole every time like a freshly water seed breaking through its coat to turn into a beautiful daylily.
Tonight I was sick. Not the cold or flu kind of sick, but the kind of sick where I needed my dose of you. So I did what any naive girl would do; eventhough I know it was probably not a good idea. Eventhough I know when I read the words you would bleed across the keyboard as you type to expose the deepest parts of you, would hurt me the most. I still needed my dose of you. So I sat by my computer and drank every cork filled of bittersweet medicine hoping that one of them would cure my sickness. A sickness I call you.
I don’t know you and you don’t know me but when you talked about her I could do nothing more but feel. I wanted to yell so loud that you can hear me across the ocean that separates us “stranger I feel you!”
But then I thought “what good would that do?” You had obviously placed her so high on a pedestal that you can’t help but walk around with your head looking into the sky and not notice those around you.
But stranger I want you to know that there’s nothing you can do that would stop me from feeling for you.
So, I’ve finally join the world of taxpayers!! Or in more sense, I’ve finally got myself a JOB.
Throughout High School, I was one of the few individuals who did not work part time and went to school at the same time. My parents were one of the few people who believed that their kids when in school should focus primarily on getting an education than working. So here I am, 2 years out of High School and for the first time in my life, I am working.
Now, when my parents informed me that I had to get a job, I was all for it. I was so hyped. I was going online looking for any job that would suit me and I had this idea in my head that I could work 2 part time jobs, that way I would get the amount of income that we needed to float us financially. But when reality stepped in and I actually started working, I began singing another tune.
Today marked day six of working and I can tell you I dread it. No, I do not hate the job itself but I hate that I have a schedule in which I have to wake up and have to go to bed. Unlike some people, I love my sleep and I love reading and usually I would sleep till 2-3 into the morning and wake whenever I wake but I can no longer do that and thats what I hate about working. I hate that it limit my hours in the day in which I usually put aside for reading.
Working all in all is fun and I like that my job makes me feel important and needed.
Tell me what is your experience in working and what you hate about it?
It’s been a very long time since I wrote on my blog and recently all my blog posting seems to begin with this excuse. But I can’t seem to find a balance between my everyday life and blogging, so I decided to blog whenever I do have the time.
Today’s blog I decided to write about my dad. Now I love my dad, I really do but some people may think I wouldn’t because of his strict ways and all these rules he has when growing up. Regardless of that thought, he is the reason I am the person I am today and I wouldn’t change anything about my childhood. He may have made bad decisions in life but we are all human and we have to make mistakes to be a better person and learn from the wrongs we do in life.
Now my dad is older than you would consider a dad to be with a child my age and he seems to become very grumpy and nosy as he ages. I don’t know how anyone else’s dad behaves but eveytime I sit by the computer to either edit the book I am writing or post a blog he would come and stand next to me and ask “what are you doing there?”
For me to blog or work on the book I’m writing, I have to be in a room by myself and I am not comfortable with people looking over my shoulder. So him doing that throws me off my game and kills the mood to blog. He is one of the many reasons why I am not on my blogging game but then again, maybe if I told him what I am actually doing maybe he would back off. Neither of my parents knows about my blogs nor the fact that I am writing a book yet so that can be a contributing factor.
Does anyone father do this?