Hey, I have a question! May I ask what inspired you to create this book? I mean, this kind of thing, like worlds combining, bridging, it's pretty cool and very interesting! I wonder what sparked that idea?
@Jay Ellis, This is absolutely wonderful and heart-touching at the same time. A little game a sister and a brother played turned into a beautiful fantasy! And at an age like 12 years old, that's a brilliant mind you have! I'll make sure to thoroughly read what you've posted on Instagram but from what I've glanced at, the illustrations are so so adorable and it gives a sense of innocence and wonder at the same time. This makes me feel happy and nostalgic for some reason. Unfortunately my brother and I do not share that many precious memories or games. . . . But if I ever grasp at something, even if that something is little, I'm inspired to create something out of it like you have! Also, nice job on the cover! Looks fantastic!
@Jay Ellis, Now I'm definitely gonna read it and trust me, it's not gonna be cringe. I mean, compared to my ones. . . . Yeah my ones have their own god level of cringe. Good luck with beating me on that haha!
@Jay Ellis, "Now you know why he did the thing he did the way he did" I cannot comprehend how you call this dumb. If this is how you've written you're book, I'd give money to read it. Also, you beating me in cringe level? Keep dreaming :)
Also, I still have a problem with the 'show, dont tell' thing. Its kinda hard for me -_-
@Jay Ellis, You honestly thought that's enough to beat me? I will end your entire career Ellis. Read this!
The hero whirled the villain around to face him. Elijah took a good look
at him. Kasper’s black hair. What would it feel like if he combed his hand
through it? Kasper’s light-blue eyes. He could stare at them all day.
Kasper’s golden mask. That damned thing. He wants to burn it so he
could see that handsome face clearly. Kasper’s elegant, pianist hands
pinned to the wall on either side of his head. He wishes those fingers
would run through his hair. Kasper’s waist. He hopes he could put
his arm around Kasper. And the lips, oh, those lips. He has to kiss them.
Lord, Kasper’s entire body. He desires it! He wants Kasper. He needs
Kasper.
I am literally cringing, I am squirming and making animalistic sounds re-writing this. Honestly, this is just disgusting and stupid but I have a bad reputation to uphold so yeah, deal with it.
And now, it is settled that it is obviously I who is the God of cringe.
Also, I still have a problem with the 'show, dont tell' thing. Its kinda hard for me -_-
The hero whirled the villain around to face him. Elijah took a good look
at him. Kasper’s black hair. What would it feel like if he combed his hand
through it? Kasper’s light-blue eyes. He could stare at them all day.
Kasper’s golden mask. That damned thing. He wants to burn it so he
could see that handsome face clearly. Kasper’s elegant, pianist hands
pinned to the wall on either side of his head. He wishes those fingers
would run through his hair. Kasper’s waist. He hopes he could put
his arm around Kasper. And the lips, oh, those lips. He has to kiss them.
Lord, Kasper’s entire body. He desires it! He wants Kasper. He needs
Kasper.
I am literally cringing, I am squirming and making animalistic sounds re-writing this. Honestly, this is just disgusting and stupid but I have a bad reputation to uphold so yeah, deal with it.
And now, it is settled that it is obviously I who is the God of cringe.