Just another feel good vibe of reflection of ourselves and creative mind setting. Now breathe… Me… the series. NS042026KW Blessed me. Given so many chances Not taken fore granted. Accepted me starts by planting. A garden of seeds. In fertile conditions and The soil free of weeds. The me who farms the land. My investment to fulfill my needs. Having the mindset for my plans. Connecting with my soulful me. Aligned with the master hands. To guide me through life and, The times in the sands. Where my future belongs to me. And I’m blessed with the love, A higher power and direction. Of myself and inner inspection. That leadership in belief, Gives me food for action. So I can find my passion. Achievement in the strategy. The player who has the lead. The focused me who clearly sees, The value and effectiveness Of being the one connected. To the one who’s me, being blessed. K. (A random share. Happy ✍🏽)

Let’s do a reflective look at our week! Did you: 👀 Show up? 👀 Get clearer? 👀 Move forward, even a little? That’s how books are built. 📚 👉 What’s one thing you’re carrying into next week? Share it in the comments!

Note: It’s been a while since I spoke to Dani about some of my other projects. I have a ton of works in poetry I’ve written. With several books in the pipeline of progress. I told her I’d share a few poems here and there. So I felt the urge to share today’s this piece. Hope any of you can relate. Me… the series. The Me I See NS041526KW The Me I See Has brilliant colors And floats on a river of waters Music streams as I flourish. On journeys through mystical worlds. And nothing defines me I breathe through evolutions Of my soul, my life and my future. Never in fear or crisis Letting my thoughts nurture My inner child and the universe Sees me move forward. The direction doesn’t matter What the course is The belief that I have Is the resources That fuel the growth and my Development has the notes To keep me on course To my potential self Without remorse. For the the me I see Knows my voice It’s vibrant and ignited Descriptive and enlightened With an excitement The drives the pathways of my life. Never running out of energy Full of love and inspiration Fancy a dance in celebration. My inner peace Guides me with ease That’s the me that I see. KD.🥰

@Phillip Mackey i love how you pointed a fault in referencing George R. R. Martin and him being stuck with his recent book. 📕 Now, I want to shine a light on this. 💡 Since he is stuck at the moment, does that take away his accomplishments, all the books he has created? Is he seen less since he’s run into an obstacle with writing? ✍️ We are ALL human, or as far as I know and we make mistakes. As many of you know, life can get in the way. It may take some years to get back into it. But what I have found usually helps improve this is being surrounded by support, having a system that works! I don’t know George’s personal situation with why he’s having trouble. But what do you think about this? And what would you do if you were in George’s shoes with your readers angry at you for not finishing the book on time? I would love to hear your thoughts on this! 💭

It’s a mixture of adrenaline rush drama and mystery. My heart is in contemporary romance. But this story hit me a little different. Don’t let the tagline fool you! Tagline: Beta Tested. Human Approved. Entirely Stolen. Title: SANITY Author: BY KAIDY WRIGHT Chapter One: The Architecture of a Void (1235) Whoa! Time to get up. The command came from a brain that didn’t recognize the body it was piloting. I rolled out of the heavy, silk-sheeted bed. My feet hitting hardwood that felt unnervingly... smooth. As I stood, a wave of vertigo washed over me. I scanned the room, my eyes darting from the high, crown-molded ceilings to the austere, ivory walls. "I’m awake, right?" I whispered. The sound of my own voice felt thin, like a radio signal losing its frequency. I pulled a plush robe over my shoulders—it was soft, expensive, and entirely... unfamiliar. Groggly... I moved and stumbled toward what I assumed was the en-suite. My mind was a sludgefest of half-formed thoughts. The kind of cognitive fog that usually clears after a splash of cold water. I reached for the handle and yanked it open. What? Only to find myself staring at a wall of empty hangers and built-in shelving. "Wait a minute," I muttered, the fog beginning to chill into a cold realization. "What?" I pinched the underside of my forearm. Hard. "Ouch! Okay... I’m awake." I let out a dry, nervous chuckle. "Foolish me. Get it together, girl. Just... a little morning disorientation. Talk it out." I turned to the second door and pulled. This one led to a long, vaulted hallway that seemed to stretch on with mathematical precision. I looked left, then right. The silence wasn't just... the absence of noise; it felt heavy, like the house was holding its breath. "Where am I?" I asked the empty air. "Why does this feel... Strange and wrong?" I took a few tentative steps onto the landing. My hand went to my forehead, checking for the heat of a fever, but my skin was cool. If anything, the cold was starting to seep into my marrow.