By Tolu Akinyemi

Copyright © 2017 by Tolu Akinyemi

Published by Heart of Words UK

ISBN: 978-978-54834-0-6

Paperback

186 Pages.







In all my book reading years, I haven’t minced-read like I did whilst reading this book. One of the thoughts I had before buying this book was: “How would I review a poetry book when I don’t even know enough on the subject to inspire an astute opinion of it?” But it turns out I needn’t have worried about that.

Poetolu really brought in down to what I’ll call the average, or maybe non-poetry enthusiasts level. Little wonder his term: Poetry for those who hate poetry.

Telling relatable, and even if not, quite understandable stories through his poems, Funny Men Cannot Be Trusted sprinkles some sort of nostalgia in the mind of the readers.

The featured poems, ranges through diverse topics and touches various aspects of major the Nigerian life; from friendship, to love, to family, to loss, to heart break, to heartache, to fun, and to downright silly.

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Some things however piqued my curiosity, and this part is just me being nosey. If I ever would meet him, or when I do get to feature him on this blog (Did I hear an Amen? Bless you Brother!) I’d really want to know what emotional ties he had with Folakemi, even though the disclaimer in the title relegated all characters to being a result of fiction, and those inspired by real people was stated in the foot notes of the appearing poem.

That’s not the only question I’d ask though: “Pray, what significance does the number 53,105 hold for you, gracious Mister?”

P.S That’s me asking him in my best imitation of an 18th century lady’s voice.

The number, if my count is correct, appeared four times in the book (four out of a 188 poems).

And don’t tell me that’s an ignorable number. Don’t.

It appeared wholly in Comforter, Wasted Time and A cold dark night, but was divided (24,044 & 28,061) in Lota’s Prophecy.

And finally, I’m going to reference a poem here, dedicated to my friends, because soon I’m going to a published writer (*Standing ovation) and I’d like you all to identify yourselves, just so I’ll known in time.



If you write A book

there are two groups

to buy of your book;

they are either strangers

or your precious friends



I’d grab the whole poem, but I wouldn’t want to get me in some copyright trouble.











So tell me guys, how many of you have read this, and if you have, which are your favorite poems of the lot?

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Hey Litlanders,

Who missed me?

I did.

Anyways this isn’t a reminiscent post, hell, this post isn’t even about me- per say. It’s about you and your books, and of course Everything Fiction.

And incase most of you haven’t heard about her (everythingfiction.com), let me give you a quick rundown:

Everything fiction is a book blog which focuses on everything but every fiction and everything fiction related.



*crickets*

Yikes, even my key pad is confused.

Okay, I’m serious now.

Everything fiction is a platform for all fiction lovers, it is a haven of readers, and book fanatics, which contrary to its name deals with all genres of literature.

On there, I review books, and attempt to write useful understandable articles, such as the eulogy I am crafting here.

Shhh, not a word from you.

Anyways, I also publish short stories [intercept] Hey old friends! You sugars probably wondered what had become of me, and why my updates ended here…my apologies, but hey hey!! I have some short stories on there you might probably want to check out.

You should.

I think that’s enough intro to get you in on the idea of everythingfiction.

So, l am launching a new category…Book excerpts! And I thought I’d use this as an opportunity to incorporate this wonderful community of writers that somewhat inspired me on this path I am trailing (becoming a book blogger/ creative writer and all).

What other way?!

Now, all you have to do, assuming you have a book already published, is follow the basic steps outlined below, and you could be featured on me blog---yay! For you of course—double yay!!

STEPS

1. Comment with your book blurb of not more than 300 words and a link to the sites where they could be purchased.

2. Mention two writer friends here on NL

3. Share this post (Just so others can hear about it)

4. Follow me on Instagram, IG:@debbietiyan
(because I and my babies {books} are vain, and need to be continually told how lovely we are).




And... That’s all!

Comment…Mention…Share…Follow and Voila!








If you have any thoughts, or further questions…please don’t hesitate to ask!

abasu:
eyyah u mean u're no longer posting it here? miss debbitiyan

Maybe

Unlimited22:
Debbietiyan and Divepe.n1 do I go on?

Yes yes yes...Sorry I'm late. Just got done with the first post and I'm glued!


Update

I love your imagination. Why did you stop in the first place?

Definitely interested in this story.

Unlimited22:

Follow back on IG - Melanineyedoc

Done

Unlimited22:
The world is indeed beautiful.
Nice piece.
DebbieTiyan, you should not forget the bleating goats and dignified but surly turkeys living just next door.
They too have stories to share.

They def do. Maybe you can share those

pamcode:
lol poor chickens. Heaven would play host to a lot of them.

maverickdude:
Lol...nice story

Lesky3:
Wow, absolutely genius.

gamechanger1:
Wow, interesting. I'm really impressed

twentyk:
I'm so proud of this piece I wish I'd wrote it......

Dope story

[q

kambili999:
this is hilarious

felai:
Thumbs up

uote author=Tapout post=63585874]hahaha nice Piece [/quote]

Thanks guys A Merry Christmas to you all

EvaJael:

Merry christmas! Lemme go and cook more trouble for you
May The "Thing Around Your Neck" be jewels of love, joy and blessings this christmas divepen1 and debbieti.yan
May you find love "In The Arms Of An Earl" cbella
Queenit.ee will only be a "Slave Girl" to her God and all His plenty blessings
OluwabuqqyYO.LO and Kayo.80, may your pens be brighter than "Half Of A Yellow Sun"
And to all my nairaland friends, may your worth multiply with each passing day like "Hidden Diamonds"
Merry Christmas

Amen to that. Merry Christmas dear

Divepen1:
Let's exercise the brain.

Merry Christmas to two people who are as beautiful and as rare as a Purple Hisbiscus - Debbietiyan and Evajael.
Wishing you people gentility and less disturbance....

Merry Christmas to you too Divepen.

The second wish though


My Turn.


And after many days, Christmas is here upon us again. Merry Christmas to Nero, who almost taught me how to fall in love, and Jayden, who filled my year with so much joy that I already look back with long throat memoirs.


That's three books crammed in �

Another smiling face peeks in through the nettings, the fourth, since morning. I nod in acknowledgment when I am being pointed to, yet again for the fourth time. Care Mistress shakes her head in refusal and attempts to open our home as though to prove a point, but she is stopped by the forth smiling face, she mouths some words but I am too far apart to tell what and too fed-up to attempt moving closer. Whatever she said seems to please Care Mistress…as she casts one happy glance at me and moves away. I haven’t lived long enough, but if this is the treatment I get every day, then I wish this season would last forever. In just a few days…everything has gotten better. Our food, our freedom, and even our treatment. Just yesterday Care Mistress slapped bony Bertrand for throwing tinning-mally as opposed to moving him like she asked. That was a big deal because three months ago after we first came, we have been thrown and pushed.

Meddling-maggie drags to the water can. “Reserve some in your beak for me,” I say, half meaning it because I’m too lazy to make it to the water can, and half trying to get her attention. She has been too quiet lately. Brooding. Which is awfully stupid, given this is the best period of our life.

She raises her head and gulps down water like she doesn’t hear me. Down…down…down, I watch the water glide down her throat.

I look toward the last crumbs on the food tray. I should have left more for someone else, if I had, at least I would have had some damn water to drink.

I look up and she is staring straight at me. “Aren’t you even bothered?” she asks.

“Why should I be?” I ask. Eager to know how such a positive experience would have such negative effect on her.

“Aren’t you bothered about the others?”

“Oh, I should have guessed,” I say, shaking off the sudden itch on my crown. It is at times like this I wish I had hands that grabbed things like Care Mistress and her horrible horrible offspring. Meddling-maggie seems to be upset that beaking-bunny and twenty others were taken to a different place. I keep telling her that they were taken to make space for both them and us, and it was all part of the seasonal change and they would be brought back from time to time to visit.

I am about to tell her this again, when two new faces appear, not smiling this time around. But Care Mistress is, smiling as though she wants to make up for all the times she frowned at us. She points to Dindy, Urol, Milly, Tindy, Viru, Reew, Mew, and Litty. Leaving just me and Maggie. Which doesn’t make sense. There is enough room for the nine of us, when there were thirty of us, dividing us did make sense.

“Where are we going?” Milly asks.

Litty reproves him, “Don’t be silly, you know they can’t hear you.”

“Who cares, I could you a little fresh air.” Tindy chips.

“I could too,” I say, not meaning it. I’m way too tired to walk.

Just then, meddling-Maggie raises herself and aims directly for the hand of the unsmiling man closest to Litty. Swiftly he snatches his hands two whole seconds before her beak comes in contact with the ground. I expect the unsmiling man to do what bony-Bertrand would have done if indeed he was the one she tried to take a pinch off; roughly push her, but what he does next surprises me. He smiles. Then the previously unsmiling faces break into laughter. And I am tempted to laugh along with them, but meddling-maggie wouldn’t like that.

“You see…even the humans are chirpy.” I tell her. I pretend to nibble a flee so she doesn’t read the humour in my eyes.

“Goodbye Dindy, Urol, Milly, Tindy, Viru, Reew, Mew, and Litty.” I call out, “Enjoy your new home.

“Gone to a better place. You’d say.” I hear her say, sounds from her heavy steps recedes as she moves to the farthest corner of the room.

Meddling-maggie excited flappings stir me from my short slumber- well, not so short given the day is dark now.

“What is it?” I say, standing for the first time in hours.

“Look! Litty’s back.”

The pen door opens, and in comes bony-Bertrand, rudely carrying an exhausted-looking Litty. He flings him in, and hurriedly shuts the door.

“Welcome!” I say.

“Why did you come back?” Meddling Maggie asks, at the same time. She has no manners.

Litty stares at the ground for three seconds longer, and slowly makes his way to the center. He could be a drama cock sometimes.

He looks from Meddling Maggie, to me and then back to her and whispers, “It was a conspiracy.”

Meddling-maggie does a quick run around the room, even though I am sure she has no idea what the word means. Litty surprises us, even though we grew up together, he has always been far ahead of us.

“What was a cospricy, and what does that mean?”

“It’s conspiracy, not cosprisey. The humans have deceived us.”

“I knew it. I knew it. I knew…” Meddling Maggie keeps repeating.

“Tell us,” I implore, “what happened?”

“Do you know what this period is?” Litty asks.

“They say it’s Christmas,” I reply languidly, proud of my own memory. I must have overheard bony Bertrand mention it.

“Well, do you know what Christmas is?” He asks. Meddling Maggie answers this time. “Whatever it is, I don’t like it. Today was the worse day of my life. I had absolutely no one to pick on, I mean, talk to.”

“Don’t be silly Maggie, I was here the whole time.”

“You were asleep the whole time.” She fires.

“That’s only because you refused to talk to me.”

“Well, that’s-“

Litty, noticing he is losing his audience comes up with the perfect liner to shut us both up. “We are food.”

It’s the perfect liner because it’s silly, and about the funniest thing we’ve heard him say. Maggie and I burst into laughter.

Why would they feed us food, if we were their food? Surely they should have just got on straight to eat the food? “Why waste food on food?” I ask him.

“Yes, why?” Meddling Maggie joins in.

“Why else would they refer to us as tasty?”

“They? Who?” Meddling-Maggie asks.

“The humans at the market. The ones who came to buy us. We were being bargained for and handled with utmost disrespect. Thank Goodness I read their true intent and acted out on it, else I wouldn’t even be here.”

The joke doesn’t seem funny anymore. “You mean the others weren’t transferred to a new home?”

Litty scoffs. “Transferred my beak. The humiliation of being stuffed in a crate head to arse was nothing compared to the man-handling we receive from those people. Imagine plucking at our feathers to weigh us, and then turning us all upside down held disgracefully by our feet.

“Care Mistress would never allow that,” I say, certain he must be mistaken.

“It is a conspiracy,” Meddling-Maggie adds.

“Care Mistress sold us.”

“And why are you still here?” I ask, “You are one of the weightiest, surely you would have made first choice if any of what you’re saying is true.”

“See this,” Litty raises his left wing and gestures with his right to empty spots, which should obviously have been covered with his white feathers. “These are areas I was plucked. See this,” he gestures to his legs, see that imprint? It was from the rope I was tied with. But these humans tsk tsk tsk, I played my own tricks, they couldn’t get me.”

Fear overwhelms me. “But they can’t mean to take all of us. Why am I still here, why is Maggie still here?”

“Because the both of you were reserved.”

“Reserved?”

“What does that mean?” Meddling Maggie asks.

“It means you don’t have to go through all the trouble we went through to get chosen.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” I ask.

“With us at the end of the bargain, nothing the humans do is a good thing for us. But not to worry, I have a plan.”

“Would it work?” Meddling Maggie asks.

“I am here, aren’t I?”



It’s the craziest idea we have ever heard, but the three of us do it anyway, and by morning, we are bruised, scratched and maimed. Litty was the most enthusiastic of our lot, he even has half his crown falling off.

Bony-Bertrand sees us first and yells out to his mother, who hurries over and meets us at our staged positions. Sitting head bent, eyes half closed, and fallen feathers scattered by our sides.

“We can’t sell them looking like this.” She announces, and turns to bony-Bertrand, “How could you mix the dying chicken with the rest of them?”

For a second, I think Litty’s plan worked until I hear the next sentence.

“Take them into the kitchen before they die. It’s Christmas, we can’t waste the chickens.”

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Divepen1:
Awawwwww... Congrat on your website....


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Thank you! Alrighty.

Akposb:
Nice and precise. I just hope events and circumstances are more favourable to ensure I don't abandon books for long in the New Year.

As do we all...Happy New in Advance

Its four days to Christmas and eleven days till 2017 becomes last year. And while we are still all jollied up for the celebrations; making plans for family get-togethers and planning trips we are going to take in and out of the state, we shouldn’t forget to pen-down our new year’s resolutions.

And In the spirit of Christmas, I am going to be giving out tips on reading habits you should not take into the New year…and while we are at it, you should probably scribble them down into your empty or if you’re forethoughtful…budding list of New Year’s resolutions.



Skimming to the end of the book

In 2018, unless you have suffered previously from hypertension, do not run off to the last pages of a book to find out how it ends. Do not be the reason why a bunch of plantains never makes a plate full of dodo. Reverie in the moment, get sucked in, let your curiosity roam wild, do not ruin hours of fascination for a moment of certainty.



Besides, character development is a pro when you hold through…Lord knows the level of self-control and patience it takes.

Skipping pages of a book to make it end faster

2017 has been a trying year, and oh, we might not have had the time we needed to do certain things at the rate we wanted but hopefully, 2018 would be better, and we’ll finally get around to giving those books the undivided attention that they deserve.

Intermittently reading

No more of this. And no, it doesn’t matter if you’re finally going to complete it. This habit should be dropped latest New Year’s Eve. Prolonging a book for that long reduces the enjoyment you otherwise would have derived from reading it at a stretch- I don’t necessarily mean in a day or two. Imagine going back to a book you started reading weeks ago, how are you going to tell who is who again? Probably you’d have to go pages/ chapters back to get the whole idea. So tell me, where is the fun in that?

Dumping old books for new ones a.k.a Dropping your previous read to start a recently obtained one

I’m guilty of this, so I’m definitely taking my own advice. Okay. Bye.

Reading too many books at once

First, I’d like to commend your artistry. How do you do it? Seriously. Cramming all those plots and characters and not interchanging them or swapping them. You’re good but you’re also mortal…so, stop. Enjoy the thrill of one world before jumping into another, and then another. Completing one before adding another, is unquestionably faster and then, less tasking on the brain. You’re already flexing all those brain muscles as you read, no need to strain them.



Stuffing unread books without plans of getting back to them

This I assume you did before you met me. I have a lot of free space in my house, so no more relegating of unread books to the bookshelf. You know where to find me.

Writing down unknown words without looking-up their meanings

Remember my post on the reasons why you should read? Now life is all about self-improvement. We learn everyday… words, languages, and experiences. Reading is one of the fastest ways to integrate. Understanding is a process of learning. What’s the essence of reading, if you only take out what you already know? Check out new words you come across, improve your vocabulary. Don’t be shy to use them.

And finally – so I don’t fill up your sheet and leave you scrambling to get a new one.

WATCHING THE MOVIE ADAPTATION OF A BOOK BEFORE READING.

P.S Take my cap locks very seriously

The whole ‘no-need-reading-it-I-already-watched-the-movie,’ must end now –in 2017!

I have nothing against movie adaptations, matter-of-fact, it is great news for me when I hear a book is going to be made into a movie. But you can’t deny the fact that you have more to gain when you read the book first.


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illicit:

oh my....
awwww I would have love to write you a special

You can still write it ...then translate it to English

illicit:

lolz, yes na, and thats why I kept it short to just to sustain the interest....
Its hard really and thats why most people shun it lolz.
did you read it through sha

I don't even understand yoruba...

illicit:
Idan (Magic) A short Yoruba Fiction

Ni asiko igba kan. Baba kan ati omokunrin re maa n lo kaakiri lati ilu kan si ikeji lati se ere onidan fun awon eniyan.

Opolopo eniyan ni o feran won ti okiki won si kan jale jako. Won ti ni opolopo owo ni idi ise naa.

Gbajumo ni oruko ti won maa n pe baba yii, won a si maa pe omo re ni Omo Baba Gbajumo.

Ni igba kan, won koja lo si ilu Ayetoro lati lo se ere da awon ara ilu naa laraya.

Sugbon ninu ilu Ayetoro yii baba kan wa nibe ti o je Oloogun ika ti awon ara ilu si beru re pupo nitori wipe o lagbara pupo. Oba ilu naa paapaa a maa beru re.
Oruko Baba naa a maa je Aiku Olori nla.

Nigba ti Baba Gbajumo ati omo re de ilu Ayetoro yii, ti awon ara ilu si ti pejo si ita Oba.

Won bere ere won leyin ti won ti juba awon agbaagba adugbo ti n be lori ijoko. Won si ki Oba ilu naa nitori o n be ni ikale.


Awon ara ilu n pariwo, ero si n ya tii lati wo idan ti baba ati omo re fe pa.

Baba Gbajumo ati omo re bere si joo, won si n korin, awon ara ilu si n gbe e....

Leyin igba die, won dake orin.
Baba Gbajumo si ni ki omo oun dubule.
O dubule.

Baba Gbajumo ni ki eni kan bu omitutu sinu igba wa.
Won se be.
Baba naa pe ofo si omi ti o wa ninu igba naa.
Omi naa si di gbigbona ni esekese ti oun yo eruku lailai.
Awon ara ilu pariwo nitori eyi je ara oto ti o si ya won lenu.

Baba Gbajumo gbe omi naa o si da a si ori omo re to dubule.
Kete ti omi yi kan omo naa lara ni o yi pada ti o si di Ejo nla rabata.
Opolopo ninu awon ero iworan ba ese won soro. Won juba eworo.
Se won ni bi omode ba de ibi eru, eru a maa ba iru omo bee.

Oba ilu gan paapaa fe ki ere mole sugbon O ranti owe agba ti o wipe
" Gbami gbami ko ye agba, eranko nle mi bo wa, ko ye ode"
O duro, sugbon oju re ko kuro lara ejo naa.

Gbogbo bi nkan wonyii se nlo. Baba Aiku Olori nla joko si waju ile re, inu re ko si dun si idan ti baba Gbajumo ati omo re n pa ni gbagede.
Oun binu, oun fi ese janle.
Nibiti o joko si ni omodebinrin kan ti sa koja, ti baba naa si bi ni ere oun ti oun sele. Tiberu tiberu ni omo naa fi salaye fun.

Nigba ti Aiku gbo wipe Gbajumo ti so omo re dejo, inu re dun. O taka. O si wo inu iyewu lo....

Ejo ti omo Gbajumo daa ko pa enikeni lara, o kan n lora mole ti o si n fo bi eyan.

Awon eeyan ti o koko salo ti pada wa. Ti gbogbo won si n rerin. Omiran n fi owo kan ejo naa paapaa.

Sugbon nigba ti o ya, ti Gbajumo fe so omo naa di eyan pada, o pe ofo titi, o fi owo pa ejo naa lori sugbon ejo ko yipada.
Nigba to ya ejo naa ko le soro mo. Ko si le kuro ni ojukan.

Baba Gbajumo damu pupo. O ti mo wipe o ti ni owo aye ninu.
O si be ero iworan wipe bi oba ni eni ti o wa nidi oro naa ko ro ti awo, ko si jawo.

Oro di kee. Awon ara ilu ti mo wipe Aiku Olori nla lo wa nidi oro naa, won si fi to oba leti.

Oba so oro yii fun baba Gbajumo.
Baba Gbajumo pa aroko ranse si Aiku Olori nla wipe

"Eta ni tawo, Erin ni ti ogberi...
Wipe ki awo gba awo ni igbowo nitori wipe ti awo ko ba gba awo ni igbowo, awo a te"

Sugbon eyin eti Aiku ni oro yi bo si, o si funra re jewo wipe, oun ni oun ti agadagodo ti omo naa ko fi le yipada. Oun si ti so kokoro re si igbo.
O si wipe ko si idi kan pataki ti oun fi se be sugbon oun fe dan agbara Gbajumo wo ni. Nitori wipe oun ni o ni agbara julo ni ilu naa ati agbegbe re....


Leyin opolopo akitiyan, Baba Gbajumo ni ki won fi baba naa sile. Wipe Olorun loba elejo.

Ni gbogbo igba yii o ti n re omo baba gbajumo abi kani o ti n re ejo naa ti o yipada si ti emi si ti fe bo ni enu re.

Awon ara ilu paapaa ti n sun ekun sugbon baba Gbajumo ko foya.
O so ni okan re wipe, oun yoo fi ye Aiku wipe
" Alagbara ni Oshodi, ole ni l'Agege"

Baba Gbajumo mu okuta kekere kan ni ile, o so si enu, o gbemi. O tu bante idi re O si bere mole bi eni to fe se gaa, o ya ado kekere kan jade lati idi re, awon ero si tun se.
"hmmmmmmmm"

Baba Gbajumo gbe koto si ile, o si ju ado naa si. O ko iyepe le e, o si fi ese kii mole....

Leyin iseju meji Igi ibepe nla lo wu jade ni ile ibe. Teso teso.

Awon ero si tun see "hmmmmmmmmm"

Baba Gbajumo mu igi tere, o ka eso kan o si han pelu owo re ki o to bale.

O gbe ibepe yii si ori ile niwaju ejo ti omo re yipada si.
O si yo ada jade ninu ako re.
O be ibepe yii si meji, lesekese naa ni ori Aiku si bo kale ni orun re ni waju ile re ti o joko si. Afi gidi nile.
Lese kan naa ni ejo yipada ti o di omo baba Gbajumo.

Inu awon ara ilu dun.
Won ho geeeee.
Won n pariwo....
Won n joo, won n yo.
Won gbe baba Gbajumo ati omo re sori lo si aafin oba won.

Won si gbe oku Aiku Olorin nla fun awon aja je.


Oba si da won lola lopolopo nitori ti won ba a segun aninilara ti n be ninu ilu re.

Chai...

illicit:


awwwww. thanks
yes its somehow tasking and thats why I have to use simple language so that readers can still get the feel without much ado.....

He even called it simple language

azeezat22:
we have been begging her since for update pls find her for me biko

she is not missing ohh

Never intended on leaving you all hanging dear...believe me . And, although the book isn't exactly completed, I have gone way pass the level I stopped on here.


I can't promise to update the remaining, but I can promise that all who requested for its completion/ continuation would get a copy when I am done.

Thanks for checking up on P.H...I appreciate

illicit:

oh yeah its just one funny book and it touched this inspiration stuff we talking 'bout.
there was a writer in the story who likes to use drugs for inspiration till there was a shortage of drugs in town...
lolz its one funny book.... guess u will like it but I cant remember who wrote it now

...was already typing down a request for you to send it, until I read your last paragraph...oh well.

illicit:

very well said....
Did you read this book, Aspen?

No. Why?

kayo80:



You dont want your brain to shrink abi? Lol! But do you drink alcohol?

I don't o. I take wine, if that's what you're asking

illicit:

Well..... weed is not bad but after sometime you may become dependent and attached to it ( not addictive tho).
Smoking weed shrinks the brain, thats the worst downside of it that I know of sha.....
and when the brain shrinks you know what may happen.....
Visiting new places and seeing new faces can inspire anybody I think

Thank you o jare. I think I prefer the original size of my brain.

To be honest though, I believe relying on substances to draw inspiration diminishes your self-worth as an artistic person...be you an artist or a writer. Being capable to create (write or draw) only when on 'substance'...ultimately leads to addiction, whether you admit it or not. And what happens when you can't get your quick fix is that you ultimately feel you aren't good enough. Which is wrong.

EvaJael:

Lol! Interesting. Personally, if I dare writing when I'm excited, I'll unconsciously add terrible twists that take days to unravel. So, if I take weed, ah! That's the end of the story na

I sha told him that reading a new book is inspiration enough for me. I haven't taken it before, and recently curiosity has subconsciously incited me into trying it out, but with what illicit has said about brain shrinkage...me I will just manage the writer's block oo

kayo80:
Hey guys, on a lighter note, let's talk about how our writing process goes. Do you take anything for ginger/inspiration? You know, sometimes when you have writers block and you just have to write, do you take anything or do anything to get your creative juices flowing.

I believe at least 80% of us here are adults, so let's not be shy. . I know some writers listen to music, some take alcohol, some smoke something (you know that thing), some have sex or think about sex, some draw energy from memories of a breakup or a sad event in their lives, some get driven by the thought of money and fame at the end of the line, some watch movies in the genre they write in, etc.. What is your own source of inspiration for writing?


So, let me go first. I have noticed that for me, when I write while sipping a bottle of Legend Stout, I write FASTER and I am more creative. Ideas just keep flowing in and I never get blocked. Hey, this is me o! We are all different and live different lives. So, it might not be the same for you. And please don't judge me if you don't drink alcohol.

The second thing I do is watch lots of American Romance comedies. I get lots of ideas for stories from watching those movies, and I also get this strong urge to write.

So, guys, let's hear from you...what is your writing process like? Do you take or do anything to enhance your writing.

Speaking of 'ginger,' a friend adviced that I take weed for inspiration ...please those of 'us' that do take before penning down, how does it work out? I'm really curious.

Divepen1:
Evaja.el and Missnan.de, Debbie.tiyan ... So, I got back from work and used my phone to say hi to somebody and since then the idiot refused to come on. That's since last week wednesday...
But I hope to get a phone that can visit nairaland at least.

Meanwhile, my writing process is one that Elizabeth Gilbert as people that work like Butterfly. We spread essence from one work to another. I'm not the jackhammer type of people that can concentrate on one work.
I can't sit down to write a book at a go, but i like to write up to ten at a go. In other words, when i get bored or fixed at a point in this story, i move to the other one. In one of the ted talks I listened to, one of the speakers said when one leaves the work, it would keep processing itself in our subconscious. And that's what i do. I remember I started writing about Chibok girls two or three years ago, I'm still on Chapter five. Meanwhile, I got the opportunity to write others as if they were just flooding in because I've been thinking of them for months without touching.

So, what happens at the writer's block ish...I read any of the following a. Chicken Soup for the soul b. Harry potter c. Percy jackson d. A compilation of stories.

Or i would rewatch any of the following, which unfortunately I have watched like ten times now. a. Scandals b. The 100 c. 24 hours

But what gives me inspiration?
Most times, when someone just joke around me. I live amidst sarcastic and funny people. Also, when listening to messages especially Joshua Selman.

Little wonder, been trying to reach you. Sorry about your phone .

Meanwhile, I have not really been following this thread, it looks amazing though...lemmi scroll up to get the hang of it.