It’s been weeks of staying at home and adhering to the need to keep physical distance.
Though it’s often phrased as “social distance,” I find “physical distance” to be accurate because in the past two weeks we’ve spent more time connecting online or via phone calls and texts- and it’s not limited our socialization, it’s just made us socialize on a different non-virtual platform.
I’ve been living with my Mom, younger sister and nephew in Kisumu and coming back home when the Kenyan government called for limited movement has been the sanity break that I needed.
So, in that period of time, I :
Started listening to more music, and the highlight of my #stayingathome has been downloading Deezer- a music app that’s introduced me to various playlists.
Downloaded the 30 Days Fitness Challenge app and I have been doing 5-minute workout sessions every day. I can successfully plank for 30 seconds.
Have been cooking a lot- and I discovered that it helps ease my anxiety- just prepping a meal and finally cooking it.
Learned that I totally detest doing dishes- of all the household chores that can be done, doing the dishes is not my go to chore.
And the highlight of my time spent at home has got to be: writing, editing and publishing Zuri: The Chronicler of Enzi
About the book: Every kingdom but Enzi, had a fool. This person was entrusted with uplifting the spirits of the members of the royal court. Now, inasmuch as they did not have a fool, they did better, they had a Chronicler.
I will try my very best to explain to you what role the Chronicler played, give a moment, let me light up these dry leaves and settle in my seat. In Enzi this position was only to be filled by women. As far as I can remember, my Great Grandmother was the first Chronicler and after that, she trained her daughter, who went on to train her daughter and in turn I was trained. Chroniclers never died in Enzi. They would instead accompany the King to the afterlife if it so happened that the ruler died before them. Call me Zuri, I am the only living Chronicler and this is my story…
I’ve also learned a lot from the #WritingCommunity on Twitter and I am constantly inspired and challenged to do better and to read more just by reading what other writers have published.
How’s your week coming along? I was looking through this blog and almost kicked myself for having taken such a while to check in with the blogiverse…I hope you are well and working towards whatever resolutions you made.
So, here’s a list of some insights into what I’ve been up to in the past 8 days:
I traveled back to Mbita
Dusted, aired and mopped where I stay and it never hit me just how exhausted one can get from bending under a bed trying to retrieve an eraser!
Visited a school in Mfangano Island which is considered to be in one of the extreme inaccessible places in the whole island.
Gained weight 🙂 thanks to all the coffee dates I had with my cousin and the holiday food.
Started working out- just finished day 6 of the 30 day fitness challenge! I can’t feel my thighs.
Gave this blog a new look, grey is so last season!
Writing the next book, hoping to release it this April.
Receiving reviews, through calls and texts from readers on just how much they were moved by reading my book, Sifuna, and recommendations on how to distribute the books.
Updating my wardrobe, wearing more jean trousers and a bright t-shirts 🙂 okay, I did this once! I still love my black and grey t-shirts.
Drinking lots of Love Tea from Kericho Gold- because I love the strawberry/vanilla/raspberry flavor.
I am seated on the floor in this house I’ve rented somewhere in Mbita town. I am listening to King of Kings by Hillsong and sipping coffee, hoping to diffuse some warmth in me, given that it rained all night through to 9am today.
If you’ve read my most recent posts, you may be able to tell that I am stalling, and bear with me because speaking of this hurts me more than I thought it would.
I am finally going to sell copies of my latest book, Sifuna, in Kenya this coming November.
I worked on this and got it down to 115 pages (I’m not so great at writing more than 200 pages).
About the book: It’s been 22 years since his Father was assassinated. Baoya, now in his mid-thirties decides to vie for a Senatorial position in the upcoming elections in his county. His decision and plan of action is backed by his childhood friend Sifuna. Baoya’s led a peaceful life and his actions spur a media frenzy on speculations as to what led to his Father’s assassination.
Challenged by the desire to find the truth behind this intrusion into his life and the desire to maintain the sense of calm he’s had in his life, Baoya finds himself being swept downstream…will he find the answers he seeks and if so, at what cost?
So, you may be wondering where I am going with this, and I can talk of why it took me so long to write this:
I have been afraid that this book would not influence anyone who read it. It may sound a bit far-fetched, because I started writing this late last year and with every edition, I kept editing and changing the narrative arc so much so that at some point I set it aside and cried. It wasn’t right.
Taking up a new job, relocating to a new town and just making time for this book has been a challenge.
I’m scared of negative reviews. Now, here I am getting people to buy a book and then they’ll feel like they wasted their money on it- that hurts and this point should probably be number one. I’d love to give people value for their money. As a Reader too, I get it, I do not always react the same way to all books- and some books have grown on me, just because I read them at different points in my life, so if people love or hate this book, it is not a direct hit at me as a human being- it’s just the work. Question is, how do I separate myself from my work?
I wasn’t sure where I was going with this book and after sending it out to fellow writers whose works I’ve read and loved, I finally got feedback and could figure out how to focus my writing.
Finances. I self-publish and every time I’d want to work on this, some pressing matters would arise and I’d focus my finances on those- not my writing.
At the beginning of the year, I promised myself that I would write and publish at least three books and the weight of fulfilling that promise has been like a dark cloud hanging over my head- trying to steer me in a different direction.
All these “what ifs?” held me back and even as I write this, I am still afraid, the only difference today is that a part of me is done holding onto this story and wants to release it to the world. This part is forever asking me “so what?” and pushing me to just put it out there, and as such set my mind free so I can start writing something else.
So why did it take me so long to write this? Fear.
I am learning that it’s good to be afraid, and it’s even better to just step out into the world and say “why not?”
You would think, wow! However, some days I sit back and it feels like I have not done a thing worth bragging about, and it takes never ending rain like the one pouring outside my window to remind me of this. I am a sunny kind of girl. The cold weather gets me in a funk, and since I am on medication, I cannot drink as much coffee as I would love to.
You may be a reader or writer or blogger or all, as you read this, but the thing is, have you ever felt like it’s not enough?
I have and it’s not the feeling but rather the situation that “I DO” all the time that gets to me.
It is twenty three minutes past seven and I have been at work, shielded from the rain, longing to go home and these thoughts assailed me. They have refused to walk in the rain and let me be. It does not help that my mentor is demanding a draft of my written work by Friday, but my heart and mind’s not in it.
I wonder whether my feelings would have changed tomorrow having scheduled this post?
I have written “The Crown of The Sea” but it does not flow or scream ‘indulge me’ like I would want it to.
At this point, I am scared to share it with anyone, what if they like it? What if they don’t? Worse off, what if they are unmoved by it, like I am?
Sometimes when I think about writing, I find myself uncertain of my voice and style and what comes to life when someone reads a story I wrote, but if there is one thing I am slowly coming to accept it’s that it will slowly come to be…
I am taking my own advice and setting the manuscript aside, working on projects, traveling a little bit, and then I will get back to it.
So, does it get easier? I don’t know, and I am looking forward to whatever I will experience as I keep writing.
Have a lovely week!
Readers, keep reading and Writers, please keep writing! 🙂
This has been a crazy week for me, got a severe throat infection, a craving for Fanta Orange and sore limbs, plus there has been little time to write being on medication and all.
A friend visited me and as we got to talking she asked me why I was not like Chimamanda, and something in me froze, like I was facing death. She insisted that there were some things I could do differently, like enter major competitions and somehow send my manuscripts to traditional publishers here in Kenya just to get more established and respected like Chimamanda.
Okay, hold your high horse for a second and if you are reading this let me get you in on a secret that’s not so secret:
No, Writer wants to be compared to another Writer.
It hurts, in fact it stinks but I will explain why. When you compare a Writer to another one (in this case, most people do so to a well known and obviously wealthier Writer) you erase or downplay their effort and their voice, style and time writing. It is normal for people to want to compare things and even label them, but just don’t do it. Each Writer has their own style, voice and demons- please do not awaken them in the name of stirring up a conversation!
So, there I was- high on medication and it was hot, she was drinking that juice I offered her and she’d just asked me to get on someone’s lane. I love Chimamanda. I am in awe of her writing and take on women in the society, but I am not getting in her lane. I have my own and at the moment it is filled with rocks, shrubs and lots of diversions, but it is my own lane.
The temptation to look at other people’s lives and think you can catch up or work to be exactly like them is something that my Mother has always instilled in us as the sure way to our downfall. She would say, “Be you, there is no other Achieng’ out there in the world who thinks or feels like you, so don’t try and destroy that.” And there are other writers, especially when you are getting into publishing and having people say so much about your work, who believe that they have to be like so-and-so to make it big. If that’s your goal, then what is your art?
It is easy to sit and wish you were like another Writer, but then who are you? Stay in your lane. Carve your own path. Make your mistakes and learn. Babies crawl, fall (mostly landing on their butt), walk, run, but they never stop. The other Writer you wish you were, started out much earlier or put in much effort to be in the limelight, and you have to put in the effort. Has it ever dawned on you that for there to be a spotlight , every other light has to be dimmed?
Put in the time and effort to tell your story your own way.
Aside for that, I had a wonderful time reading these books-if you know any of the authors, kindly let them know that this recovering Writer enjoyed the company of their books while on bed rest! Psst! Tell Kathryne Kennedy that I fell in love with a certain grumpy dragon in her book called, Ador 🙂
My mentor sessions have resumed and I am taking a break from a meeting at work to share this.
Last year was remarkable for me, I published books that people actually read and felt compelled or moved by them so much so that some called me to discuss what the book did to them. I mean, for any writer or Creator to simply have that kind of feedback is a great accomplishment.
And what next?
My mentor asked me what I had in mind this year after publishing the books and he started with three questions that I believe every young writer who is breaking into print needs to ask themselves.
1. Why do you write? 2. What do you expect to achieve out of publishing? 3. How will you go about achieving or realizing 1 and 2?
The Currents Series saw three books released via Amazon Kindle last year. I have not made record sales because I am more into the writing and have done nothing much to market the books or make then available for purchase here in Kenya. It all comes down to shipment costs versus distribution here and I will admit I suck at it.
It’s exactly where I would love to start on this year. If my desire is to be vastly read then I have to vastly distribute my books and that is what I am working on and it does not help that my mentor is into Business Administration. I am taking a crash course in how to market and sell and he’s not giving me a break or allowing me to doubt myself. I am grateful for that.
The three questions all mean something to me because for years I have approached publishers only to hear that am not what they want.
It’s always more like can you write this for us first then we can talk?
For a creative do you know what it’s like to be put in a production line?
I will tell you it kills you inside. You produce to please and you are rewarded with money, but a part of you dies every time you numb your inner voice for cash and fame.
So, I will tackle the first question and it may come off as Romanticism but whichever way you take it, this is where I stand when it comes to writing:
I write books so they live long after I am gone. It would wound me to my core to have a reader pick my book only to forget it after they’ve closed the last page. I write so these words crawl up your spine, delve into your veins and stick on you like a memory too real and alive to be ignored or forgotten. I would not want my stories to fade like magazines, each issue is quickly forgotten the moment it hit the shelves as the next one is being produced. I write to live long after these fingers and this brain are unaware of the music of my soul.
The story of Prince Ustawi began with the desire for a legacy and it burned like Fire.
The one who crossed the river daily marveled at the strength and determination of water, for it made its way across the strongest rocks and with time it became nothing but the earth beneath the river.
Ustawi came as a gift wrapped up in a vision that kept his uncle awake every night. He was born after three daughters: Amani (Peace), Amina and Alipo (The one who is present)
As the years went by even the tree could not tell when it would fall, but the wind swayed and even the strongest of trees swayed.
And so:
A boy was born in Leo
He grew up in Leo
He was banished from his own land by his Father, and now…he wants what belongs to him.
He is coming for his throne and no one…not even the gods, The Mighty Mie would stop him.
Earth is the final book in the Currents Series. So, how do I feel about it?
I am not okay.
I have been working on this series since last year and to have gotten to this point seems more like a milestone to me regarding my writing. I have always been one to write about romance and to have ventured into literary fiction and folk tales was never in my mind. So, I started with Fire and let it take me deep into a land where I met an intelligent drunk, a brave daughter, a tormented Seer, a loyal Warrior and most of all- people full of love and understanding of how a society should be.
I still have a long way to go before I release Earth– but one thing is certain, I am giving this my all because the curtain closes on the Land of Leo with this book. So, if you have been following the story of this young Prince and cannot wait to know what he makes of his life, then you will wait for a while as I let him lead me into his world.
Until then,
Grab a gourd of royal wine from the land of Leo by visiting The Currents Series page on this blog. I hope Ulioko entertains you 🙂
The first time I thought of writing The Currents Series, I was seated at Java in Kisumu with a friend. We had just ordered some mocha (I love an iced-mocha) and he was telling me about how frustrated he was with his parents especially his Dad for expecting so much of him. He had school, piano lessons and was also working part time for the family business, and it was taking a toll on him.
He said, “It’s like his business is some throne that I’m supposed to sit on whether I like it or not.”
And that’s when I thought of writing about a young prince who had to rise to power, and take after his Father whether he wanted to or not. I remember scribbling a text and saving it as a draft.
I did not think about it for the next three months.
Then one day, as I was in a matatu making my way from work, I heard these two women talk about a Nigerian movie where the Prince was forced to marry and abide by the customs but he chose not to and instead married a blind girl whom he truly loved. I remember thinking, that could be a great story line- but when I arrived home I was too exhausted to do anything but sleep.
I did not think much of the idea until the next Saturday morning when a friend asked me if I was still writing.
So, I started by writing bits and pieces of the story. I started with the names of the kingdoms and the characters. I went with Kiswahili because each name represented something, and as days went by I carried a notebook where I would write down scenes and phrases that came to mind. I sat down one weekend and typed it all.
When I was almost done, the lights went out and I had only saved half of the work. So, I resumed my typing the next evening.
I procrastinate, and I come up with many ideas while working on one- which often causes me to lose sight of what I am working on, so I had to set up an outline (thank you Stephen King but some discipline is needed!).
I had this structure that included a sequence of events that I had to follow while writing, and I stuck with it. The best part of finishing that first book came in on December 27, 2014.
I remember holding my books, touching the cover and reading it in print and thinking, “this is what it feels like.” I mean, it was my first book in the Series, I had done everything from designing the cover, selecting the font and simply putting it out there.
But no one told me how to market the book. How was I going to get people to read it?
So, when my friends and family members bought it and read it- they started demanding for the next book. I was not ready. I remember thinking, “now what!” but the book was needed and so I had to write and I have been since then.
So, what did I learn while writing a series:
Have an outline. Yes, there’s that whole Stephen King debate about plunging in- but it works for him, if you are writing and seriously considering publishing an outline is the best guide you’ll ever have. You need to focus on the plot and not lose track of the story line.
Readers do not love you if you leave them hanging at the end of every book. In my case, I have done so gently, but I still got complaints of major cliffhangers! Each book in the series needs to highlight a major aspect of your plot while advancing it, ensure that your reader moves along with you…maintain a steady pace.
Get an Editor. Yes, I did not have one for my first book and though it turned out well, it could have been excellent with an Editor. If you cannot afford one, look for your English Professor and ask him/her to read it, because you might not know the tiny mistakes that slip by while you write. An Editor is like a picky eater, they consume only what is necessary. You need to weed out unnecessary words and scenes in your book.
Overnight success is an illusion. Write. If you think you’ll make millions in less than a year, well, let’s just say that it depends on what you are writing, but you need patience.
Yes, and your friends and family may be great supporters of your work, but nothing keeps a book afloat more than word of mouth- or sharing buttons in sites! They should not just tell you they love the book. They should share the links on social networking sites, and write reviews to help spread the word.
This series was personal for me. I have written and submitted manuscripts to publishers before and never got any feedback. There was one time that a publisher called me to say that he wanted someone less “White” and more “African.” His words were “Your story is good, but the English is just not like our people, you know…we are looking for something more African.” I have written articles and I decided it was enough when I read my work under someone’s name. It hurt even more when I wrote three articles only to be paid for one under the guise of inadequate funds. I remember sitting at home and looking at the MPESA text on my phone and thinking, “I get paid this little for that much work?”
So, I have never submitted any of my works to any publishers here since then.
I am writing the final book in the series, and I am not yet a millionaire, but my journey has been worth that idea, the blackout, and the frustration of editing and revision. Though I am not so keen on writing another series, but I would most definitely write a romance novel…I love a good romance.
Please tell me that you love reading free ebooks, do you?
Well, there’s a book I wrote three years ago- and I was just learning the ropes on online publishing and making my way along search engines and cover image creation. It’s been three years and I am still learning because technology changes every second and there are more platforms for publishing today than there were in 2012.
I recently got hooked on Medium, and I love reading the articles there.
The book that I wrote is called “Take this Message to Rayo,” and the cover image looks something like this:
It’s a story about a young girl named Mima who finds herself on the streets after her mother passes away and her father bails out on them- leaving her under the care of her brother. I had such a clear understanding of life on the streets because I was doing my community service at such a time- so, hence the inspiration for the story.
I would like you to read it.
Here’s why:
It is free today and tomorrow.
You will need kindle or an eReader which you can easily download as an app on your phone or computer- just for the two days 🙂
It is a short story, 56 pages only! That’s around twelve pages short of a newspaper!
It is a story told from the viewpoint of a twelve year old.
And once you are done, you can leave a much needed review- if you will be too tired to type a few words, then simply click on as many or little stars as you can to rate the book.
The book is available on this link —> get it, free