Is this novel a best seller. well to be honest as the author of the novel I can't say to you that this book is a definite best seller. There's no way for you to know if it's any good unless you actually read the novel.
What I can tell you about this book is that it is written from the heart it is written so that you are the reader could understand. the people and situations are ones you could relate to..you will understand how they feel and when they are happy you will be happy when they are sad you will also be sad...
what makes this book so great is it the style of writing,,,the big fancy words or long draw out plots..no this book has non of that. it is filled with converstation..talking between people..people just like you...with problems that you or someone you know have been though...
i will give you an example...the novel starts off with the death of two people...is there anyone who can say for sure that this is a situation that you've never been exposed to...this is a novel that is written so that you can see my views on life,,,love,,,friendship and family. i've created characters just like you with experiences that you can relate to..this is a novel to read
Sunday, August 29, 2010
hey all
Please take five minutes to read this i know it's a bit long but I like to write......
Many people asked why I wrote the novel If Tomorrow Never Comes. Believe it or not the answer is simple. The story If Tomorrow Never Comes is all fiction. None of the characters are real people however the storyline that flows from page to page is what makes this novel great. Think about it;
I remember someone that I grew up with telling us this simple story about ~*~*~
A man who had lost his only son once and was so up set that he asked god to please give him back his son. God agreed and told the man to go around his home town and ask all the people you meet if they had ever lost someone they loved or someone close to them and if you get at least one person to say ~*~no, they have never experience this~*~ he would agree to give the man his son again. When the man made the journey and came back to god he bowed his head and said he couldn't find a single person who hadn't lost someone they loved. Everyone dies and this also means that they leave people behind.
Sometimes we need to understand that some people come into our lives for a reason.
It’s simple to say it like that,
but what is difficult about it is that once that reason is completed,
it means the person has to leave.
It means we have to learn to live without seeing them
and with just the mere memory of them embedded within us.
So I'm asking you to please circulate this message to all your friends and family? Why???? well you see the thing is I've learned that when you lose someone you love they take a part of you with them.
Sometimes people that you meet on a daily basis may look normal and act as though everything is ok.
There are a lot of people like this who wake up every morning and go through a day as pleasant as possible.
Yet when they are home at night and alone.
When no one’s around the pain comes back.
As if it were a demon inside of them and in the darkness of the night it suddenly comes out.
Never assume that because you are happy everyone around you is also happy. never once assume that when someone smiles and acts normal that everything is OK.
so the goal of this email is to get you to forward it to as many people as you can. friends and family alike and even back to me. it's not one of those emails that may put a smile on someone's face but it's one that will tell who ever you forward it to that you understand how they feel. that it's ok to be sad and that they could talk to you.
I have a theory...people say that to be happy you have to make yourself happy...I say (people make people happy. having someone to talk to in times of sadness and joy being around people on a daily basis that brings you to happiness. (OBVIOUSLY EXCLUDING THE ETERNAL HAPPINESS THAT GOD ALONE GIVES)
Saturday, August 28, 2010
**Excerpts from my novel**
On entering the kitchen he saw Anushka sitting at the counter. She was just sitting there with nothing in front of her, no tea or juice. She was lost in her own little world and she didn’t even realize that he was standing there. The entire kitchen was silent. Michael just stood there and Anushka wasn’t making a sound. It was then that he realized that from the kitchen you couldn’t hear the commotion that was taking place up stairs. He couldn’t think of anything to say. It was clear that she was crying a lot. Her face was swollen and soaked in her tears and when Michael saw this he couldn’t help but remember the day of his parents’ funeral when he had cried on Emily’s lap. Ever since he had met Anushka he had been faced with awkward questions and situation that he just couldn’t seem to handle. Luckily every time he thought that he didn’t have the words to say, what ever he told her always seem to come out right.
He walked slowly towards the kitchen cupboard and opened it, taking out two cups. He then turned and opened the tap and began to fill the cups, still not looking and her grief stricken face. Since it was clear that he wasn’t going to say anything she began to speak.
“I know what you’re trying to do and it’s not going to work,” she started, sniffling as she spoke. “I know that they’re my parents and that they’re you’re friends but this is what they truly are like when their alone. I hate them,” she ended with a slight sob.
He had no idea how to react to this. As much as he wanted say something he kept his cool. He knew that she wasn’t done talking but he took the opportunity to look at her. There were no tears on her face, nor were her eyes filled with tears. She was serious when she said this. It was truly pure hatred that she was showing to him. She wasn’t sad either the sadness seemed to be replaced with anger. Michael knew that her parents had a temper, they both had one, but Anushka wasn’t a child being angry she was a child that couldn’t take this kind of abuse anymore. A part of him was even a little scared because of what she had said. She didn’t say that she hated the way they argued, she just hated them. She had lived her entire life listening to them argue and this was the result of that.
“I don’t want to talk about it ok?” she finished.
“Neither do I It’s enough just hearing them argue,” Michael said. Then he turned and took out the cocoa tea from the other cupboard and began to make tea.
“It’s not like they don’t care about each other,” she continued again, “I always hear Aunt Emily talk about how much they love each other. But…..”
“Anushka, I said I didn’t want to talk about it. It’s just too upsetting.” He interrupted her she was about to pour her heart out and cry but she had no idea how to react to what he had said.
“Here have some of this,” he said as he handed her the cup of tea. Then he sat opposite her at the counter.
She looked at him confused sipping the tea. What was he doing, here she was ready to scream out loud and burst into tears and he was acting as though nothing was wrong.
“When I used to stay with my Aunt and Uncle, he always made cocoa tea for me in the middle of the night. If my Aunt had ever caught us I don’t know what would have happened. She never thought it was healthy,” Said Michael conveying a story and completely ignoring the real problem they had.
“Michael!” she shouted. “Why are you telling me this? Don’t you get it? I’m sitting here in the middle of the night listening to my parents argue! You’re supposed to be telling me that every thing’s going to be ok or something like that!”
“Well that’s stupid how would I know that everything’s going to be ok?............IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS LET ME KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He walked slowly towards the kitchen cupboard and opened it, taking out two cups. He then turned and opened the tap and began to fill the cups, still not looking and her grief stricken face. Since it was clear that he wasn’t going to say anything she began to speak.
“I know what you’re trying to do and it’s not going to work,” she started, sniffling as she spoke. “I know that they’re my parents and that they’re you’re friends but this is what they truly are like when their alone. I hate them,” she ended with a slight sob.
He had no idea how to react to this. As much as he wanted say something he kept his cool. He knew that she wasn’t done talking but he took the opportunity to look at her. There were no tears on her face, nor were her eyes filled with tears. She was serious when she said this. It was truly pure hatred that she was showing to him. She wasn’t sad either the sadness seemed to be replaced with anger. Michael knew that her parents had a temper, they both had one, but Anushka wasn’t a child being angry she was a child that couldn’t take this kind of abuse anymore. A part of him was even a little scared because of what she had said. She didn’t say that she hated the way they argued, she just hated them. She had lived her entire life listening to them argue and this was the result of that.
“I don’t want to talk about it ok?” she finished.
“Neither do I It’s enough just hearing them argue,” Michael said. Then he turned and took out the cocoa tea from the other cupboard and began to make tea.
“It’s not like they don’t care about each other,” she continued again, “I always hear Aunt Emily talk about how much they love each other. But…..”
“Anushka, I said I didn’t want to talk about it. It’s just too upsetting.” He interrupted her she was about to pour her heart out and cry but she had no idea how to react to what he had said.
“Here have some of this,” he said as he handed her the cup of tea. Then he sat opposite her at the counter.
She looked at him confused sipping the tea. What was he doing, here she was ready to scream out loud and burst into tears and he was acting as though nothing was wrong.
“When I used to stay with my Aunt and Uncle, he always made cocoa tea for me in the middle of the night. If my Aunt had ever caught us I don’t know what would have happened. She never thought it was healthy,” Said Michael conveying a story and completely ignoring the real problem they had.
“Michael!” she shouted. “Why are you telling me this? Don’t you get it? I’m sitting here in the middle of the night listening to my parents argue! You’re supposed to be telling me that every thing’s going to be ok or something like that!”
“Well that’s stupid how would I know that everything’s going to be ok?............IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS LET ME KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Friday, August 27, 2010
A novel written from my heart in order to touch yours
Michael Conner was the child of two great parents who loved him. He had friends that very few are fortunate to have and he was one of the richest kids in the world. After the untimely death of his parents when he was just a child, Michael learnt that money and power isn't always enough to protect you from the pains of life. Nothing seemed to be able to ease his pain and he finally decides to leave this town and everyone that he knew. Little did he know that fate would lead him back to the bitter-sweet town of Syria. It has been fifteen years since his parents' death and a lot about Michael has changed. He is reunited with his childhood friends including Emily, the one girl he ever loved. Michael soon finds that his friends have all led a less than fantastic life. In fact, while reuniting with and falling completely in love with Emily once more, he comes to learn of the pain that each of them has faced. If Tomorrow Never Comes is a book that explores the less than blissful side of life. It is filled with tributes to the millions of people that have experienced the pain that is brought on when someone you love dies; to children that live in a household with domestic violence or to children that are abandoned and grow up in an orphanage; to people that are struggling financially; and for the millions of people that know what it is like to love someone and not be loved in return, or even more painful, to love someone and never find the courage to tell them how you feel.
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