The Kyandra Saga

The Kyandra Saga
Book I

Saturday, April 2, 2016

How I Found Out That A Writer Has A Fear of the Rain and the Rain didn't Care



          Has anyone ever experienced – Euphoria? Only to realize it last for about one day and then 'reality' plunges you into the biggest let down you ever had to face?
          Let me give a better example of this feeling. Have you ever taken a walk on a beautiful day with only a few clouds overhead, and you say to yourself.
          "I'm only going for a short walk – it won't rain."
           So you gather up your high energy and venture outdoors and find yourself around the corner past the park and down the street let's say – one mile, and you feel something wet strike the back of your neck. Your feeling of absolute peace in walking has turned into a frantic dash to get back home. Unfortunately, that one droplet didn't just stop there.  No. It gained power from the forces above and turned into a thousand times its potential and your perfect walk becomes ruined; you become driven by only one need – to gain the offer of safety from the outside and the pouring rain.
          Something unexpected has happened and your moment of 'me-time' has disappeared and in its wake – Desperation.
          You become drenched through and through from rain you thought you could outrun. 
          Well, this analogy seems sort of like what I feel like as a writer after releasing a novel to the public.
          ( I wrote the story I'm proud to release and announce "It's finished and on to the next," finally, and I ran out into the world to show off that I finished it but, I didn't get the reception of the sun -I sort of got rained on.)
          And, I'm drenched in disappointment because I realized why I wrote the book in the first place. And it wasn't so I could outrun the rain – I like when it pours too.
          I just want to be prepared that's all. And I really didn't have everything I needed to Release such great books as planned. That's were marketing agents and publicist, and 'Hype' come into play: But there's only me I'm what you call an "Indie Writer,"
          I can't expect 100 people to purchase my novel on the fact that they know me as a person.
          Next time, because I have so many wonderful stories to share; I'll be ready to accept the rain too. I promise. 
Things I learned -

·       Just because you accomplish something doesn't mean you can sit on that accomplishment and expect it to sustain your dream. - It won't
·       People are more likely to support someone they've never met  OR heard of than to support someone they know by an acquaintance, friendship or blood.  The odds are likely around 50 percent to believe it or not.
·       Once you made it (which is only in your mind), you have to explain continuously that if you don't keep 'making it' you'll never 'make it.'
·       Why does advertising on Facebook seem like you're 'begging' for support?There has to be a better way?
·       Marketing is 75 percent of a writer's dilemma- You write the book, You invest in its interior and exterior you leave the blood, sweat and tears ingrained into each word written and every page turned...and you can't even get someone to pick it up
·       This is not what I learned but, a did you know... (It's free to read the first chapter available on my Amazon page www.amazon.com/author/desire4fire)
·       You realize why you write.  If it's for Ego, you will get burned. If it's to entertain people - you will get burned if it's because you were born to write - you will become 100 percent flammable proof.
·       I guess numbers do matter. If you write a book to publish - you really do desire fans...readers and haters who will somehow find that they are advertising on your behalf for free.
·       Don't be fearful of the numbers. Books are hard to sell because the world has changed but, people do look for good quality stories; they just aren't aware that your book is one of them.
·       So I have to be more marketable and believe in my talent and my product. 
·       It won't rain always. The sun will shine.
·       The views and opinions expressed in this Blog are solely for the purpose so that I the author of an excellent novel will feel better.
·       What I can count on. I will write more novels – I am not afraid to ask for support but, I am also accepting responsibility as a writer to entertain and for my readers to feel their investment was worth it. This is my dream but, it's also my reality.  Read my novels and tell me personally  – You had a good read.

·       Thank you – Desire4Fire.

Monday, March 28, 2016







To readers of all ages - I'm on to the next project Book II - thanks. I hope you enjoy - 

ARE YOU READY TO READ? 

for your enjoyment: REMvision Book One Guardians of REM - Prelude REMvision - Part 1REMvision - Part 2



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Thursday, February 4, 2016


Reflections Through eyes that dream.
Looking behind won’t buy me time;
won’t buy me what I left behind…
what I wish to be pushed into my path…
not if I look back instead,
I must look ahead…and leave what is past –
passed
done – forgotten – dead;
Death
sought/found a few.
Left in its wake realities cruel
life shattered dreams shred in the aftermath of such dread.
Love has not faltered nor failed…even when dreams were drowned derailed.
Hope lingers …
grasp..grope with fingers that seek tomorrow
leave fear..depart from sorrow
In a wake filled lake of tears…fight through
Look straight ahead…
In faith instills courage
strength unfailing shifts to
Life
It goes on as momentum gains as it propels one through
Straightforward…eyes to the skies…
Team up with hope, trust, courage, strength and love
The new year cometh
Whether the path left behind was covered in pain
Strain to reach the summit...reach above.
Seek the path
Look up…fill a once empty cup…
Acknowledge bright stars and sunshine filled days
Dream and then wake and watch visions take shape to form new beginnings
Encourage more glorious endings…
which is all the heart hopes for?
Don’t restrain hoping to deserve… push past limitations held restrained…reserved.
Set your curve higher…
Battle longer… stronger…
Even battles can be hard fought won…through tribulations war rages, but
wage everything on victory’s path
It’s said and done…
Someday
I will reflect…on this power written in pen.. words reflection that digs within
And stimulate action, desire and need
and realize this dreamer’s vision.
This day
I will raise eyes to the one most high
And leave it to his ever caring hands…
My dreams, my vision, my hard imagined reality
This day.
Cash in – stake a claim – redeem
without giving up or giving in
destiny’s purpose rules
Foreseen.
D4F 2015

Sunday, December 20, 2015

Hero's Lament


When a ‘Hero’ is born…Is a sense of ethics a given; is there an oath sworn? Is there room for compromise as the hero toils towards the goal?

Is Justice and Truth buried deep in the soul? 
Does it surface when the need is dire?
Does a hero's heart stay lit - afire? 

All these questions arise…

Will a Hero feed off courage to aspire.
Or will fear to confuse and thus conspire? Is there hope; should one prayWill a Hero appear and show the way? 

Can a Hero defend at all cost especially, when evil is nearDoes a Hero have what it takes to compel the heart to quell its fear.


A Hero’s heart is uncontested. Morals are found there, and courage manifestedSet in stone?

A Hero serves a purpose; knows the role.

Determination is grounded and blankets the soul A Hero gains ground never looking back never looks down. 

A Hero climbs the steepest steps swims the deepest ocean that can be found. A Hero’s path can't be undermined or undertaken by the blind? Undaunted by the task, A Hero can't afford to take off the mask.

With sword; the strike is lightning. With bow; the arrow’s path is true. The threat's no more. Like a flame, that lightens a darkened shore...

It is the hero that ignites the flame that creates the spark; it sets the Hero worlds apart...
Let there be no strife.

Don't ask if Heroes we need…
when the fight gets weary..its heroes that lead – Wait.
this line doesn’t fit a hero's plight. 

Heroes walk the path to glory without a herald to tell the story. Tales told; sung for heroes of old of those brave and of those who are bold. That fight and fight; that give their all. That give their life. 

Onto the last breath - 
Where’s nothings left

With speed a hero's accuracy seems frightening;
With a response time; it seems faster than lightening as time dictates that special someone's calling -

Stalling the Naysayer or any that find fault in every single deed. A Hero will always be a Villian Slayer - its written in stone in the Heroes Creed.
We Honor the Heroes.

That give their all
That give their life. 

And, after all of this, Heroes falter, heroes fall.

Must a hero always get the short end of it? 
Must a hero sacrifice it all; after giving it their all…

How can a hero – accept such a call?

And, at the very End-
In a no situation win. 

There's a Hero that will find the courage to do it all... all over again




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 Desire4fire2015


Friday, December 26, 2014

Why I Write

Why I write: 
Happy Holidays - has any family member or friend rec  a Kindle reader for Christmas - or have a smart phone - for that matter have a computer that can download a Kindle application? 

I am attempting to introduce to our young community and adults alike - Novels with persons of color within them (Within the Fantasy genre)

Will you help me spread  news of this novel - Not only is it a good read for young adults, but it breaks the color barrier of a once closed off genre 'fantasy' and the lack of people of color written within them. 

My desire is to change how we as readers who seek entertainment with novels like The Hobbit and Lord or Rings, The Narnia Chronicles, Harry Potter, and other novels of fantasy that have only elves, orcs, and dwarves -  If you read Fantasy this is all there is in terms of 'other races' 
There is more, but this is how for so very long the 'acceptance' has remained within a world that has no limits.  It not how I wish to view our world and what can be 'written' into them.. no barriers = no boundries 

The Prelude to my novel REMvision is here.  Its free and available on Amazon.  Guardians of REM - please share with our young community and adults alike.  Bless. 

Here's the link:  http://www.amazon.com/Guardians-REM-Prelude-Kyandra-Saga-ebook/dp/B00RDLOME4/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1419531326&sr=8-1&keywords=gloria+sanders+williams

Sunday, December 7, 2014

When I write N Prose... the Lord knows.. 

Days Like This..
When I open my eyes - I can’t see..
When I open my mouth – I can’t breathe ….
When I listen to my heart – it doesn't beat …
When I feed my soul – it hungers still ….
When I touch your photograph – I feel loss. ..
Lord.. There are some things you do… I disagree..
is it blasphemy?
how do I remain faithful when eye to eye I can’t see..
when...will I find my alignment to your will ..
Iost..
I know what you would advise ..
To believe .. to pray…
So, Lord ..
I come to you today
I just ..come to you -
Asking for a reprieve ..
The life you’re taken makes me grieve…
Lord …
I am on my knees
I raise my eyes up …
there are no words …
I choke up
Lord ..
I rip my chest wide…
look inside..
knock down the door where anger…guilt.. aloneness.. reside..
I cower behind the mask…
I hide
I don’t want to feel anything…
but I realize it is the reason..
I pray to you…
For your mercy… for your kindness … for forgiveness ..for your understanding.. for your healing.. for your strength.. for allowing me work out my confusion
Through words that you relay within my heart..
I claim this gift you have bestowed …
Able to perceive the ruse… the lies..
That the Devil tells.. when he whispers..
“you can’t fix any of this”
It’s not surprising – his voice is shallow…
His words attempt to conquer me..
Yet, I am going somewhere that he can’t follow…
While life in this body.. keeps
– yearning.. turning .. charging on…
twisting my insides… its all so demanding..
I want to ask…
“what is it like.. safe within your arms..”
Adrienne ..knows..
I need to believe I will end up there.
I look up to the skies.. and see only clouds..
Where is the sun …where are the stars..
why can’t I see you there.. up high –
why do I deny? am I the only one?
Thoughts too deep … when I think.
“why Lord… why”
I can’t fathom your wisdom… I can’t decipher the reasons
I cry..
And some nights … when I can’t sleep..
chaos within runs.. deep
You still find your way in…
And your words seep… into a soul burning to receive.
“Lean not onto your own understanding..”
I get it.. “But in all things - acknowledge him..”
even if it does not add up..
And I can’t do the math…
I believe…
Lord… you’ll walk me through…
You said it..
it is written. . but it is more than a
script.. more than words upon a scroll..
these are words written in blood stains
given in love.. entrusted.. engrained ..
I will stop making this all about me..
“And you shall direct my path.”
I Believe...
I Believe.
Desire4Fire 2014