The Dreammaker

The doctor waltzed into his office with a swing in his step. His spectacles sitting on the bridge of his nose as he swiveled around once in the room. He eyed Priestly from over the top of his glasses and warmly smiled. ‘Please, take a seat. I’ll just get myself ready.’

Priestly stepped into the office with a little more than disdain for what he was about to do. 

‘Do close the door,’ the doctor rumbled around his desk without a glance. ‘I take it this is your first visit to our clinic?’

Priestly eyed the shiny brown leather chairs around a small comfortable little coffee table. He had been expecting a chase of some sort where he would be made to lie down and divulge his deepest darkest fears. He looked rather lost when the doctor joined him with a note pad and pen. 

‘Please sit.’ Priestly did as he was told and the chair squeaked beneath him. ‘So this is your first visit with us?’ The doctor sat in the opposite chair. ‘Have you ever seen a psychologist prior to this?’ 

Priestly shook his head. ‘No.’

‘Right,’ the doctor put down his tools and turned his full attention to his patient. ‘So what brings you here Ryan?’

‘Um,’ Priestly shifted uncomfortably. ‘I’ve been having…dreams.’ The doctor nodded, waiting. Priestly shifted his weight again. ‘Sometimes they seem normal…and sometimes not so.’ The doctor nodded again with a hmmph thrown it. ‘I need them to stop. The latter ones I mean.’

Doctor Ruiz pouted in thought. ‘Everyone has odd dreams. Dreams themselves are nothing more than chemical reactions in our brain while we sleep. Who knows how our brain works truly. But what makes you say some of your dreams are normal and some are not?’

‘They feel different.’

‘And how do they feel?’

Priestly stared at the doctor and then at the tip of his shoes where the leather had scuffed over the years. They needed a polish. ‘The normal ones are normal. When I wake up I feel normal.’

‘And what of the other ones?’

The scuff marks looked really bad he had to admit. If his father were around, there would be no excuses but to grab the leather polish and brush and get to work. Sign of badly kept shoes said a lot about the man who wears them. ‘The other ones make me feel sick when I wake up. Like I’ve been drinking all night and barely slept at all.’

Hmm. The doctor nodded once more. ‘And would you have been drinking the night before on such occasions?’

Priestly narrowed his eyes. ‘I don’t drink doctor.’ Not since the accident ten years ago, he thought. 

‘Is there anything else different about these dreams other than that they make you feel sick in the morning?’

‘Yes.’ Priestly diverted his eyes to the rug beneath his shoes, trying to find faults in it. ‘They feel real.’

‘You mean they are vivid?’ Priestly nodded. He couldn’t see the rug at fault. ‘And how often do you have these?’

‘Sometimes couple a week, sometimes nothing for months.’

‘Have you noticed any particular things that coincide with these occurrences? For example, stress at work, a fight with a family member, or you’re over tired etcetera?’ 

‘I don’t know. I’m not sure.’

‘So you have these random vivid dreams every so often without an obvious trigger. What happens in these dreams?’

Priestly stared at the light scratch he found on the leg of the coffee table and it irked him. Why hadn’t he brought his tool kit with him. It was an easy fix. ‘Different things. 

‘Like what? Give me an example.’

‘Sometimes I see happy things. Like the lotto winner, or the parents who found their lost kid, or a child who got his favorite toy in a gift.’ 

Priestly shifted his weight again and his gaze drifted back to the scratch. ‘And sometimes I see bad things.’

‘Bad things?’

He nodded. ‘Yeah. Like someone lost his mum’s wedding ring, or a man broke his bone in a car crash, or a woman jump to her death. They feel so real.’

The doctor remained quiet for a long moment. ‘But these are dreams, Ryan. Simple chemical reactions in your brain.’

Priestly looked up to the doctor finally. ‘You ever heard the news about that elderly woman down in town who got robbed at knife point in a parking lot for 50 bucks, Doctor Ruiz? That she actually passed away after the incident was reported to the police from a heart attack?’ The doctor nodded. 

Priestly smile turned into a frown. ‘I dreamt that the night before.’

‘You dreamt it?’

‘Exactly as it happened.’ He nodded. ‘You remember that couple who got lost bushwalking last month? They were found almost a week later?’ Dr Ruiz nodded. ‘I dreamt it a week before it happened.’

‘Exactly as it happened?’

Priestly nodded. ‘I need you to stop them for me.’

‘Why?’

Because, I don’t wanna die. Priestly stood up calmly. ‘I’m tired of having them. I just want to sleep.’

Grim: 2

‘I thought you said 10am sharp!’ I teased as I felt the huge bulk of Shade coming my way. The floorboards moaning and moving under his unseen weight. ‘It’s now 2pm.’
Shade laughed. I could almost see him bring his wrist up and gander at the watch. ‘You know I can’t travel as easy during the day.’
I nodded. I knew. Shade wasn’t exactly visible, but it would still be hard to fool the mortals of his footfalls. I was rather surprised the old floorboard hadn’t given under him. After all, they were as old as this town. ‘So where is he?’
‘Bell, Bell, Bell!’ The callous laughter of the one I’d been seeking for centuries bubbled around me, vibrating off the walls of the derelict house. It was deemed haunted by the locals so they barely hung out here. ‘You’re still just as beautiful.’
‘Show yourself!’ I spat in spite of knowing I should hold back. He’d never dared come face to face with me since the day I almost tore his throat out. But then again, lovers are known to have a spat every now and then. We were no different. ‘How long are you going to hide from me, Val?’ 
‘How much longer are you planning on staying angry with me?’ 
Shade shifted his weight and a board dangerously creaked beneath him. ‘Give us a moment, will you, Shadey?’
Once the floor stopped shaking, my hand automatically went to my hips. I was beyond pissed. ‘If you’re here wasting my time, I am in no mood for your wooing. You always were terrible to begin with!’
A figure glimmered in front of me, as if made of all the floating dust moats from the air. His face was the last to form, and even though I hadn’t seen him for good 200 years, it still knocked the wind out of me. ‘You were always a beautiful man,’ I gasped despite myself.
He smiled, though it was barely like the smile I remembered. ‘I need your help, Bell.’
‘What can I do?’
‘You’re the only one who can help me die.’
I was not used to dizzy spells. I didn’t even know I was faltering. The house started warping around me. I could even see Val scoot by my side in order to hold me up, but in the end it was Shade’s strong grasp I felt on my shoulders as he steadied me and sat me down on a ratty old lazy boy I’d be caught dead sitting on otherwise. 
‘Easy, Bell. Easy.’
‘Belladonna!’ Val’s voice floated once more around me, and all that remained was his floating dusty head. ‘You know what I’m saying, don’t you? The time has come.’
I blinked at his face, reaching out with my hand to caress a cheek of the man I’d loved all my life, but felt nothing but air and saw nothing but swirling dust. ‘No.’ The word escaped me as if someone else had uttered. ‘No.’
‘I’m so sorry, Bell.’ Shade was saying somewhere above me. 
‘No.’ A whisper escaped me again. Shocked. I wasn’t ready yet. I wasn’t ready yet.

Oh no, I left a book on the train. On purpose, of course. 

I’ve done something silly today. There I was, coming back home on the train, having had a copy of my first book on hand. And while I sat there in the jam packed carriage, top floor, by the window and crammed in, I thought why not leave the book for someone to pick up and take home. Of course, why would I do that right? I actually got to thinking how many hands a book can change. It’s like currency, isn’t it? So I kind of wanted to see if anyone who came upon the book would participate. So, I left the book, with a message on the inside for whom ever comes across it. 

I even set up a Twitter account (@solobooktravel) they can tag if anyone participates in tracing the journey of an unknown book by an unknown author. The small fish in a rather large ocean. See if it can even cause a tiny bit of wave. 

I don’t know what will come of this if any, but I’ve got nothing to loose and a weird curiosity that could be somehow satisfied. Let’s see what happens now. Lol. What can I say, I was bored on the train. 
www.twitter.com/solobooktravel

DIY Cover Art for book covers.

It’s the cover that make or breaks a book as much as the content of the book itself. For me, a well designed cover is the best hook, along with a well crafted blurb in the back of the book, sometimes found inside the front jacket of the book (absolutely annoying).

As an author who has previously self-published a book, I found trying to find the right person to do the kind of cover you want was fairly tricky, and so began my little tryst into cover designs for my own works. Essentially, I tend to do the initial layout/designs, and then get some one who is a bit more tech savvy to polish it up for me where possible.

I just thought today, I’d revisit all the cover designs I’ve dipped my fingers into, and so, below you’ll find all my ‘scribbles’ as it were. All I can say is that I try. 🙂

They are in the order of most recent to the oldest. What do you think?

the keeperFor the short fairytale inspired series I’ve been writing, inspired by ‘Beauty and the Beast;.

Trial - a million smiles for June copyFor a contemporary romance fiction I’ve been writing about an awkward writer who is terrible at romancing but tends to write bestsellers.

IMG_1963For my second novel, also a Chicklit/contemp romance. I’ve hoping to publish this next.

Prickly Humans - Book I - sample 1For a collection of poetry I’m compiling from all the poetry you’ll find on Papermashed.

20140130-092147.jpgFor my first novel, which I self-published late 2013 as both eBook (on Amazon, Smashwords etc) and also in print available through me in Australia.

Help me ‘blurb’, quick!

Ok, so you know I’ve been desperately trying to get the blurb right for the next book I’ll release. I haven’t gotten it perfect yet. Can i get some thought? Feedback. The good, the bad, and the desperately ugly?

Here goes nothing:

“Ellenor Grace is too young, and too devastated by the loss of her husband. Suddenly, alone and grieving with a two year old child, she can barely move on. Unwilling to chance love again, she up and leaves her only home. She heads for the sun-dried pastures of a country town with her child and enough emotional baggage to last a lifetime. She is content with fresh beginning and a return to her photography business. That is until a client walks into her life with a proposal she cannot refuse. Is Elle about to chance something more than her work?”

Cover experiement: A Million Smiles for June

Some of you have been eagerly following this story for quite some weeks. Just wanted to let you all know that I am starting to write the next chapter and will post it up as soon as I’m done writing it. But in the meantime, I’ve been playing around with cover layout/designs for my second novel, ‘Rule of Thirds’ and had so much fun that I couldn’t help but start cover layout/design for ‘A Million Smiles for June’.

Also, to make it easier to follow my book ventures (aka writing), I’ve opened up an account on Tablo.io, (http://tablo.io/evacharya) where I’ll be putting in my chapters as I go, so that it’s easier for you to follow the tales. See how I go anyway.

Anyway, this is just my first trial for A Million Smiles for June. What do you think? 😀

Trial - a million smiles for June copy

‘Painted’ -another 6seconds entry to film competition

This is totally an experimental clip I made and thought why not enter it just for fun!

Follow the link below and watch it. It’s only 6 seconds! 🙂 it’s a social commentary on the pressure women feel to look ‘pretty’ and very often than not rely on cosmetics to hide behind.

Watch it, like it, vote for it by clicking the heart. The more votes, the higher chance of it going through to the next round to be judged! Help a fellow blogger out! 🙂

TROPFEST #TROPVINE #MIRROR entry. ‘Painted‘ modern day hideNseek behind cosmetics. http://t.co/pEarWCnwbT http://t.co/azhzaMiDLT watch/vote!

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