The year has come to an end and I’m glad to be here, still writing.
It has been an eventful year for me. A tough one for all of us, I guess. Nigeria has never been this depressing but somehow we made it.
My heart goes out to those who have lost loved ones this year. Be consoled. May peace find rest in your hearts.
So, I just want to thank all of you for riding with me this year. Every single person. For coming here, reading, commenting, sharing, buying my books, checking up on me, praying for me, telling people about my work… I owe you so much.
And you know my thanks will not be complete without our famous kiss
I will be putting up a couple of IANS episodes to mark off the end of the year here. When the new year commences, we will resume. Other contributing writers will still be here. Nothing changes. And maybe when we return, the site will have a new theme. Those people refused to refund my money *weeps. So I guess I’ll have to use the one they gave me. It’s a simple theme but I’m not in love with it like that.
By January, we’ll start a new series titles ‘Stranger in Lagos’ I think I have mentioned the series before but took all the characters to Boys With Toys. They didn’t quite fit there.
Boys With Toys… I don’t know what to do with it. It’s just there. Please, don’t ask me about it. Just take it as one of those ‘jara’ series. If you see it, you thank God. If you don’t, don’t bug your head about it. Same with The Immortals’ Code.
Some of you have been on my neck to continue His Little Black Book. Especially Anna fans. Well, let me be honest here. Even if I continue it (which is a high possibility), Anna will not get the man. She will forever be a sidechick. He already has the love of his life. So, please let that sink in so that when you see the book and you hold your breath and read the end, you don’t come cursing me.
Earlier this year when I introduced The Fourth Finger to you guys, many of you were looking at me with one kain eye. I remember someone said in a comment, “I’m not even feeling this story”. I had to pause it for a while, so that the lack of response will not affect my writing and then I shut everything out and I did a marathon. In the end of the marathon, na una come dey cry for more. And we all know how The Fourth Finger exceeded all our expectations.
Why am I saying this?
When I come with Stranger In Lagos, if you like love it; if you like hate it. It will be another blockbuster – By God’s grace. All I want from you is your support – and this comes in comments and shares. Someone (Biodun) expressed unhappiness over the feedback gotten here on Darker Berry the other day. And to be honest, he expressed my thoughts. But these days, I am too tired to beg for comments, because it begins to sound like I don’t know the worth of my work. Like, I need you to tell me what you read is good. If you have followed me long enough, you will know that this conversation is not new. I never stop talking about the need for you to be active here.
If you’re new here, then I think I may need to explain to you how we connect here. Moskedapages is not a place where Sally writes, and others read. It may seem so but it is not. It’s a community of readers and writers. We write, you read, you tell us stuff about what you read. So please, don’t be a ghost.
Somebody talked about swelling my head. Oh yes, I love that but can I be honest? I’m not so crazy about it. I’d rather have you talk about the story. You read it, it stirred something (good or bad), then please talk about it. Tell me what you feel about the characters and the plot. It helps a lot. Sometimes it takes me two weeks to write a single episode and it hurts that you will read and just walk away. Do you know what it does? It’s like you’re telling me my work sucks.
Creatives are fragile. We build something out of nothing and then sit and look at it and begin to panic that nobody will like it. Most creatives suffer from self-esteem issues. I’m not excluded. Many of us hide our work for years and then release them only when we’re sure that at least part of it is good. I work with a lot of writers who are so afraid to release their books or any story they have written. Most of them have done so but they stopped because – as one said – ‘nobody was commenting. That means it was bad.’
He took the words right out of my mouth. In my response to Biodun, I stated that if we relied on comments, we won’t be writing. And that’s partly true. I thank God for a husband who thinks the shitiest thing I write is gold. And then I have you guys who keep me going with your words. Even if you come here and say ‘Kasiobi is a fool!’ and that’s all you comment, I’m good with it.
I will admit that I haven’t been responding to comments as I used to. I am sorry. I have been writing a lot from the middle of the year. I also ghost-wrote a book and edited two of them and I also work somewhere too. Combine them with kids and all that and you get the full story. Please don’t go telling me sorry in the comment box, it’s my life. I love it as hectic as it is. That’s what growing up is about. I’m not sad or sorry for it.
So please, comment. Talk to me, talk to the other writers here. We’ll love to hear from you.
Let me list how your awesomeness helps because you people don’t even know what you do.
When you comment:
- You keep me going. You tell me to keep writing no matter how bad I am.
- You give me ideas. A seemingly innocent comment might give me a lightbulb moment.
- You steer me away from cliche plots. I might be planning to go a certain way but when I see you guys predicting that way, you plunge me into looking for something better.
- You help me with my mistakes. Some of you directly point them out, some of you ask questions that make me realize I have gawked somewhere.
- You make me love my own story. Believe it or not. Sometimes I don’t know the depth of what I’m writing. I get too technical or two despising of my own story. And then you guys come and talk about how much it has affected you and I go back and be like ‘na me write dis thing?’
- You make me smile. Literally. I see a comment come in and I just smile.
So, shey you can see how much I love you guys.
Thank you again for this year. Especially to Baby Afolarin who was named after Afolarin Adediran in The Fourth Finger. Have a beautiful holiday, Folarin.
Merry Christmas, everyone, and a Happy New Year!
Have a look at the featured image for Stranger In Lagos below.
God bless you!
P.S: If you don’t have a collection of my books and you want it for free, you can get it as a Christmas present. Just tell me where the lady in the image above is coming from. First person who answers correctly wins.