Nameless is taking a break.

Hello everyone!

I come with sad news today. If you are a lover of Nameless, I am sad to announce that it will be taking a break as of today. It will be back in a few weeks, so worry not.

I just felt like it was not going anywhere  and I was no longer feeling it. If that makes sense.

So for the meanwhile, please enjoy Reaping Love which is published every Saturday.



National book lover’s day!

Today is Woman’s day here in South Africa and us women are enjoying the benefits. I mean, so are the men because today is a public holiday and all. What I did not know until the radio so graciously told us; today is also Book Lover’s day. Shocking. 

So I will dedicate this post to all the bookworms out there, even though my brain is on strike right now.

I might have not mentioned this before, but I have stopped reading. I don’t know why. It just happened. I woke up one day and I had stopped liking the whole reading process.

I’m trying to start again, because what kind of writer doesn’t like reading, right?

I’ve started reading a story called Magus on Penana. Like legit this morning I decided that I would be reading something. Force this brain out of intermission and get it doing what it does best; read.

I’ve realised that not reading is probably why I lack motivation and find my writing to be a bit suckish. 

It’s nothing I am proud of, really.

So I will try to read more and get the brain juices flowing again.

But if you are like me and find yourself struggling to get motivated, here are the few things that I do to get myself writing again.

Read, obviously.

Find a book that has a fascinating enough plot and start reading. Don’t try to read too much in detail, but try to read for enjoyment. Enjoy what you are doing. Take it as a break from your, otherwise, busy schedule.

Write, write, write!

Use writing prompts. They are the best way, I believe, to get motivated when all else fails. Find one and either try to incorporate it into your story, or write a different story! Make it short. Make it long! Go crazy with it. It’s fun.

Take a break.

Legit. Put your story down and try to focus on breathing normally again. Figuratively speaking, of course. Try not to make writing your story seem like chore. If it ain’t coming, then you deserve a break!

Watch a movie.

Movies were stories on paper before it was decided that they should be made into moving pictures. They have the same elements as a written story as well. The characters, protagonist, antagonist, climax, etc. All of these things can be found in your story, as well as that movie that you decided not to watch because it won’t be beneficial to your writing.

And if neither work, then maybe you should consider changing careers. Joking.

Don’t give up on what you love and always try to make yourself better. When things do not go your way, instead of giving up take it as the next challenge that you need to overcome.

Happy writing my fellow writers! Till next time.

Bae? Not really.

Other people:

“I’m going to call bae!”

“I’m going away with bae for the weekend.”


What is a “bae”?

I legit do not get the usage of the word bae. It confuses me to the extreme. Like, my knowledge tells me that bae is an acronym for: before anyone else. Scoff. Before anyone else. Like, how can a person that you, most likely, have not known for more than a year be put before anyone else in your life?

Bae should be used when speaking with your parents. No, not about your “significant other”. Calling your parents bae and calling your siblings and relatives bae. Because you have known them forever. Because they are the one’s who deserve to be put before any other guy or gal that you decide to start a relationship with.

“Bae” will leave you someday. Bae will not always be there for you. Bae will no longer be bae. I’m really not sorry for my honesty.

I’ve just suddenly realised that there are some people who treat their significant other better than they do their family. How sad is that? Like, you’ll steal your sister’s boyfriend and she will still come and comfort you when he breaks up with you. She’ll most likely laugh first and explain just how much you deserved it, but she will still be there. She won’t stop loving you. She won’t tell you to go dig yourself a whole and cry there instead (she might actually).

Your siblings and your parents, they are the one’s who deserve that name. Not the guy who has a ninety percent chance of leaving.

That’s the end of the rant. Really not sorry about it. What do you think about the usage of the word bae? Do you think that it is justified to be used to a stranger, or to someone who actually deserves it?

Please leave your comments below.

P.S. I need a rant category. LOL

Rainy with a chance of suffering

I love rain. I love how rain makes the flowers grow and how it helps the rivers stay running. I love how it keeps us cool and… Okay, that’s about it.

I do love rain, until it comes unexpectedly. I left my umbrella because I believed that it would not rain. I mean, there were a few clouds in the sky. The sun was out!

And then all of a sudden, the monstrous showers could be heard from inside our windowless building. So now as I am sitting here, I am praying that the rain stops and the sun comes out. I am grateful for the rain and all the good it has done for us. But if it persists then I will have no choice but to run home.

I mean, I could stay in school for a while, but it’s Friday and I want to go to my flat and binge watch series.

(Where is the shaking head, depressed emoji when you need one? Sigh.)

It’s been a while since I posted, so I was just passing through.

It’s almost the weekend… Technically, it is the weekend. I hope everyone can have a great time and beware of the rain. Always have an umbrella by your side. Because I swear the rain is out to get me.

Logging out,


Being Human


So I found this very interesting sentence on Pinterest (because Pinterest is life) and it made me think.

When I am angry, I tend to become a ticking time bomb. I mean, recently I have learnt to tone myself down and channel all of my anger into the penetrating glares that I give to those who have upset thee (just used that in a sentence, three cheers for me!)

Most of the time when I am angry with someone, I just glare and then walk away, leaving them feeling like I have something else planned. I just go to my room, shut the door and then leave everyone to think about what they just did. Reverse psychology, I reckon.

Honestly, once I got angry and said some really mean things to my little sister. They were not too mean, but I knew that she still took them to heart. I regretted it. I hated myself for a few minutes, and with the pride I couldn’t even go apologise properly.

That is why, usually when I am upset, I just go sit alone until I calm down. It’s like when you are fighting with someone (verbally, of course), you come up with all the mean things to say to that person. All the things that you know will hurt them just so that you can feel victorious.

So let’s say you do say those things. How would you feel afterward? Would you be happy about yourself ? (I mean if you would, sorry. Carry on to the next post.) I wouldn’t. I would be so guilty that I wouldn’t even be able to sleep at night. If you are not that type of person, then good for you, but most people do feel regret. Most people do want to go apologise but are held back by their pride.

It is human nature.

We are human. Never forget that.

We say and do things that we will most likely regret, and then do it again and again and again. It’s a non-ending cycle of stupid, really.

So my advise for you today (if you have read ‘til this far) is stop and think. Think about what you are going to say. Yes, you are angry. Yes, the person is an idiot that was raised in Stupid Ville, but think about how they are going to feel. Think about how you will feel.

You are human. You also have emotions. You also know how it would feel like if someone told you what you were about to tell that person.

Stop and think. Don’t hurt others for your own temporary satisfaction. It’s not worth it. Not for you. Not for the other person.

We are all human. Remember that.

When are you the happiest?


Okay children, sit down. It is story time…

Sorry about that. I couldn’t help myself.

When am I the happiest? That a difficult question to answer. I mean, it rather easy, I just have too many answers.

I am the happiest when I am with my family. When I see them smiling. When my parents decide to be disgustingly romantic in front of us. When my little sister is laughing at my stupid jokes. When my older sisters are laughing at my stupid jokes. When we make up after a fight. When we listen to each other when we have problems. When I see them succeeding. I am just the happiest knowing that my family is still there for each other. No matter how unstable we feel sometimes, I’m still happy knowing that most of the time we are stronger than cable ties.

Sob, right? Sorry about that.

I’m also very happy when I am learning new things. Learning a new fact about the world around us and learning to protect it. Being as privileged as I am, I have the means to search new things on the internet. I am able to buy a new book if I want to and learn even more. I am able to learn about India, China, America, and all the other places and it makes me happy every time I learn something knew about my world-mates. It feels accomplishing learning something new and having others learn with you. I mean, doesn’t it make you happy?

I am happy when I am able to make others happy. I legit feel lighter when someone smiles because of me. Or when someone smiles at me. Seeing others happy and being happy for them. It is another type of humane feeling that I am not sure if most people know because what they mostly concentrate on is fulfilling their goals, not caring how the end result will affect everyone else. It is a happiness that I cherish and let sink in. Knowing that I can actually make others happy is extraordinary. Try it. Smile at someone today. Like someone’s picture on Instagram that you usually wouldn’t like. Make someone’s day and let the happiness embrace you with its warmth.

Something else that makes me super happy is writing. Like I was doing when I was writing this. I always start unsure if what I am writing is correct, or if I should even be writing it, but then I finish. Looking at the end result is always a pleasant feeling. Accomplishing something as mundane as writing really makes me happy. I’m not sure how others feel about writing, but I love it. I love how my fingers seem to have a mind of their own whenever I pick up at pen or open my laptop to write. I love just reading through my work over and over and over. Doesn’t the feeling of looking at you work, no matter how bad you decide it is, make you happy? Just knowing how you made that. How you created something that makes you happy. Sometimes I become so happy when I write that I get emotional. My words come to life when I write them. That makes me the happiest.

It might sound impossible, but everything that I wrote down makes me the happiest. The little things make me enthralled to be able to be alive today and be able to actually feel the happiness that everyone else feels, even if it lasts for a short time.

Today I choose life. Every morning when I wake up I can choose joy, happiness, negativity, pain… To feel the freedom that comes from being able to continue to make mistakes and choices – today I choose to feel life, not to deny my humanity but embrace it.

-Kevyn Aucoin

Post high school blues


So I have been doing nothing resourceful for the past few weeks :).

Honestly, you’d think that being done with high school would be great. You’d have so much free time that you’d start exercising, eating healthier, get a part-time job and all those other stuff that we used to think about while the teacher was blabbering on in class.

Maybe it’s just me, but none of that has happened to me. All I am thinking about almost more than half of the time is “Oh, how tired I am”. It’s sad because it’s true.

I’m at home all day long. Drinking tea (even though the weather can go as high as 35°c, which I know to others is child’s play, but still), watching movies, trying to write a bestseller (which is going), doing anything and everything that can be classified as a time waster. Nothing productive. I watch my little sister wake up and go to school, and every morning a little part of me envies her. I envy having something to do during the day. I envy feeling like I have a purpose.

I mean, I’ll be going to college in a couple of weeks, but just seeing everyone’s lives go on while mine is at a standstill is really sad and depressing on my part.

Although, sad and depressing I still managed to accomplish something these holidays. I realised that the reason my novel seemed to be stuck was because of the writing style.

I wrote the novel five years ago, while I was still 13/14. It was fun. I was discovering my love for writing and I had found a different way to express myself. My friends said that they liked it, which made me even happier. But then last year I decided that the novel felt like it was written by a kid (and it was). I did not feel like it was ready to be published just yet.

The book had already been a series, three books already, and I decided to start afresh. It was a good idea at first. To stop the alternating first point of views between the two main leads and just make it a third person’s point of view. It was great. I mean, anyone would think that it is the perfect idea. But then (there’s always a but) I got stuck. I wanted the story to be exactly like the original and just change the p.o.vs. What I did not realise was that I was trying too hard to make it what I thought would be perfect.

So weeks passed, months passed and I still did not have the will to write. I mean, I forced myself every now and then to write, but the only writing that seemed successful were the books on my Wattpad page. Those were flowing (and I was glad).

So a few days ago as I was sitting and idea popped into my head and it was genius!

Start the book afreah (again), but this time without consulting the original. I already knew the characters. I already knew the setting and genre. I knew what was going to happen and the plot twists.

It was genius. I’d change the point of view and make it first person again, but this time mostly focusing on the female lead, and then changing the p.o.v to the third when absolutely necessary. I’d change a few things to make it my own and make it less Twilight-ish (I used to be a Twilight freak. Still am really). I’ll make it more realistic, more believable even though it’s fantasy. I’ll just give the characters more of a personality. Take them out of highschool, but still manage to make it appeal to young adults. (Really, a lot of thinking on my part).

I was stressed for a while, before everything came into place. I am a writer. I love writing and I’m even going to be a copywriter, which needs me to be creative, but I felt like I had lost my oomf. Deep down, I was starting to regret my high school choices.

I shouldn’t have taken that online personality quiz that would soon make me realise that copywriting was the career for me.

I shouldn’t have stopped my dream of being an accountant (bleh!).

I should have sucked it up and stopped my foolish dreams of becoming a copywriter. I mean, the pays are completely different. With being an accountant, I would live a comfortable life, knowing that I won’t struggle much when it came to getting money. Even though I wouldn’t be happy.

So I went to my mother and cried my heart out. I was desperate to tell someone and let them show me the way. I was a writer, but I couldn’t write. I was having an identity crisis and it was breaking me apart.

My mother told me not to worry, and that it would all come back in due course. She knows how much I love writing and knows it makes me happy.

She’s actually the reason that I carried on with my dream of living a creative life and not be stuck behind a desk all day long, doing something that I dislike for the rest of my life.

I’m very greatful to her. To my dad too (because he tries). I love writing. It is a part of me now and I know that no matter where I am in my writing career, I can solve my problems with a positive mindset, even when life pushes me down.

I guess what I am trying to say is that no matter how stressful or meaningless your life may seem, it is all just temporary. It passes.

I’m a bit down right now because my sister is at school. I used to be down because I was having an identity crisis. I used to be down because I thought that I had failed highschool (I didn’t, yay!). All of those things pass. In two weeks I’ll be starting college, in a new city, in a new province. I solved my identity crisis problem by not giving up on my writing and drinking coffee (tons). I found out that I had passed grade 12 with flying colours.

The bad doesn’t last forever (I won’t tell you that it makes you stronger either). You just have to be patient and it will pass. You will be happy and confident again.

I hope that everything works out for all of you. Hope to write again soon.