Warren Author

 This is the first and latest newsletter, Writing Post for Writers, Poets and Creatives.

  I joined Curios.com a few days ago. It is a website where creators can keep all the revenue they earn, so you cut -out the middle man or woman. I have uploaded my thriller novel, “ Impostor Assassin ”, as well a discussion about the novel on the site. There are four plans, the first is free and three paid membership options, Lite, Plus and Pro. The Core features are included in all the plans. Press enter or click to view image in full size Provided by the writer Curios is a direct to fan distribution platform for digital content. On Curios you keep 100% of any revenue you earn, you can access your fans contact information, and your IP stays yours. Curios is designed to empower creators, not lock them in. You don’t need permission. Use it the way you want, it’s yours. Press enter or click to view image in full size Image provided by the Author In this digital age, authors, musicians, and other creators are not being paid fairly for their work. Curios is here to give creators an al...

  A rose is a rose, is a rose. It has red petals and green sepals. The rose has the most beautiful fragrance. There are so many kinds and colours of roses. A rose is also the symbol of love and affection. Every rose is marked by its beauty and perfection. I may say that I am a writer and a poet. Could and would it define me as a person? A husband, brother, friend, godfather and son. I could say that I am a creative individual, A person who sees stories in the unusual. I could also say that I am a travelling soul, Enjoying this journey as it makes me whole. How would you define yourself today? Would you say that you are a writer or a scientist? Name your profession and your place in society. Perhaps you would say that you are a daughter and a wife. A person who is trying to solve the enigma of this life. You are so much more than all that you are today. You are the sum total of your life and experiences. Your name, personality and life define you in every way. Your life has changed ...

  Life is what you make of it. Make it a story of failures or successes. It could be filled with joys and sadness. There are some that we choose, While there are others we simply lose. We look for answers in life, Is it in its joys and the strife? We think that death may have answers. We live our lives as best we can, We feel it is part of the masterplan. Yet, we believe that on some sunny day, Life and its mysteries will be explained, As we all have a price to pay, Yesterday, tomorrow and also today. Life can be cruel, Life can be kind. Life can be boring and wild. There are some born without limbs, They have a purpose in life, They do not let it define them. There are some born blind, Yet there are still happy and kind. Whatever life offers you, use it well. Tomorrow is not promised, it is but a dream, Live in the reality of today and in comfort dwell. Life can be crazy and wild. There are some born for great destinies, While there are others with different missions, Like saving ...

  Whenever I write a story, a poem, An article, novel or a blog post for readers, I am exploring my inner world, as an observer. I want to see the way my thoughts work . I want to examine my thoughts and ideas. Every work I create speaks volumes to me. It is the way I feel, think and see. Where do you see the soul of a writer? Where does the soul of a writer dwell? Is it hidden or nestled in an unbreakable shell? I feel that every piece created speaks volumes, About the way the writer thinks, feels, loves and lives. It is about life and what we share and give. The soul of a writer lives in every word and sentence, That he or she crafts in the work produced. The heart and soul of a writer is alive, In every piece written from the heart. This is the beauty of the literary craft. Words, colours, tunes do come alive. You are making the world better By being a living and useful Creator. Where can you find the soul of a creator? Every human is a creator in this world. We are all creators...

He was a prisoner in a prison without walls. There were no fences and no guards around. He had lived in that prison for so many years, He was free but he was in chains in his tears. The field was always lush and so green. It was the most beautiful one ever seen. Yet, he could never go beyond that field. The entrance out of that prison was sealed. One day the prisoner saw a rainbow in the sky. He knew that rainfall was going to soothe his mind. Every day he would wait for the Sun after the rain. His patience filled his heart and made him kind. Sam the prisoner was an arrogant man, He was rich and his wealth was his invisible prison. The years had changed his mind and he could now see, The walls soon disappeared and he was finally free. Press enter or click to view image in full size Photo by  Tony Rojas  on  Unsplash