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Literature. That was some good shit. So said the character of ‘God’ in John Niven’s The Second Coming, a book I read recently. Literature is good shit, one of the best kinds of shit in this shit-filled world. Literature is one of the most important and breath-taking things in my life.
Published Author
This year I achieved my childhood dream of becoming a published author. I am not and was not expecting to becoming super best-selling. I will build my career over the next few years as I delve deeper into the literary world. I feel my journey has really just begun as a professional author and musician this year, even though I’ve been working on my craft for years.
Blogging is a lot of fun, and I’ve had people tell me I would make a good journalist and could consider writing for a paper.
My dad actually does write for a column in the Tanzanian national newspaper The Citizen. And I shall follow his advice: focus on one thing at a time. Maybe I will delve into journalism later in life when I am more established as a writer. But for now, my main love and my main priority is fiction. It’s always been fiction. I love music; performing, songwriting and playing. And I love poetry, and I love blogging. But my number one main love is fiction books. It has been since I was a child and probably will be until the day I die.
Literature is my love
I hope to publish two books next year. One of them is a coming-of-age drama that will likely be my next published work. I was working on a satirical novella during the latter part of this year but I’ve realised it will need more work than I can put into, plus as my first book was YA I figured I should follow the pattern from a commercial standpoint.
This year I have grown so much as a person. It’s crazy to think that when I was seventeen I was lolling around in the same bed I’m writing on now getting drunk alone and feeling like the world was crashing down onto me. Now I feel like the world is my oyster.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned this year, it’s that life is a circle. It has no beginning or end, it simply spins around. Ever-changing. All we can do is move with the circle as it continues to spin on its axis.
And with that, here’s a list of all the books I’ve read (so far) this year (listed alphabetically by author. Gosh I really am a nerd).
Books Read in 2018
Atwood, Margaret – The Handmaid’s Tale
Ellis, Bret Easton – American Psycho (currently reading)
Hawkins, Paula – Into the Water
Honeyman, Gail – Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine
King, Stephen – Joyland
Manson, Mark – The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F***
Martin, George R R – A Clash of Kings
Martin, George R R – A Storm of Swords
Martin, George R R – A Feast for Crows
Niven, John – The Second Coming
O’Neil, Louise – The Surface Breaks (loved it so much I read it twice)
O’Neil, Louse – Almost Love
Salinger, J D – The Catcher in the Rye
Schlossberg, Mike – Redemption (currently reading)
Weingarten, Lynn – Suicide Notes from Beautiful Girls
I also re-read a ton of Jacqueline Wilson books, Brave New World, The Bell Jar, and read part of Caitlin Moran’s Moranifesto and some of Sylvia Plath’s The Colussus. And of course, Every Last Psycho and Art is a Waste of Time by Zarina Macha. Big recommends.
