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Note to self! #tiencepay #moments #lesson #self #learning #time https://www.instagram.com/p/BnGqCaoBOB6/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=108m7mdteycw1

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May your day be spicy! 📷 @photographizemag #spicy #mondaymotivation #tiencepay

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The world knows when to ask things of us. And sometimes, it’s the little things. The ones that should take anything from us to be them. KIND!!! #liveandletlive #poetsofinstagram #quotes #tiencepay #writing

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A ruthless superstition I have is that I must begin a new book right after I finish the last one. Doesn’t matter if the first words are written in my thoughts, or on colored sticky notes. Or if I get to publish it 2 years later. I have a legit fear of not having a work in progress. You can say it’s both my blessing and my curse. Because I see stories hidden beneath layers of something as simple as my routine English breakfast that I have at 1pm. The crispness of bread toast, vegetables dangling out of the edges like spiders, sunny side up eggs that make me feel like considering the idea of freezing my eggs, the dripping cheese, the circumference of the sausages and the silly things it makes me think about and how I tell myself to title my next book “Body Count” I tell you, whatever I call it, this new book will make me run out of eggs. ~For breakfast and other shenanigans! #tiencepay #novelist #writer #africanwriters

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I can’t stop seeing stories in everything! I watch trees loose their leaves to the wind, and I tell myself “you can write about that!” I turn on the water faucet and make out faces from the pattern of the tiles on my bathroom walls, and I tell myself “this could make for a beautiful scene in a story!” I try to write, some days I find nothing, and I tell myself “there’s a story here too - imagine the character as a writer who is on a journey to find the perfect story!” And I tell myself, “there’s a story here too, there’s no perfect story! And that’s a story too.” But this one thing I can tell you for free, no matter how deep the root of a tree and how firmly the ground holds it still, there is no wind that can’t make a tree loose it’s leaves. Some days, nothing makes any sense at all. Somethings will read like Morse codes. Like the days I feel a story coming - the same way song writers says“they saw the song came to them” some days, I’m too caught up in everything else to catch it before it passes and some days, it passes, and I stretch myself not caring how much of me I loose to the moment, I reach out for the story and if I’m lucky, I catch it by its tail and pull back. I look at what I’m writing and it reads like different leaves from different trees that have lost themselves and scattered around, travelled far, lost their way... sometimes there is no existing culture, like the ones your stories tell, nor an existing language like the ones your characters speak. But you have the power to make anyone believe anything as long as they are in your world for that moment - you are God! -Here’s a little reminder to all writers! don’t doubt or even attempt to waste your divinity. #tiencepay #writing #writers

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I can’t stop seeing stories in everything! I watch trees loose their leaves to the wind, and I tell myself “you can write about that!” I turn on the water faucet and make out faces from the pattern of the tiles on my bathroom walls, and I tell myself “this could make for a beautiful scene in a story!” I try to write, some days I find nothing, and I tell myself “there’s a story here too - imagine the character as a writer who is on a journey to find the perfect story!” And I tell myself, “there’s a story here too, there’s no perfect story! And that’s a story too.” But this one thing I can tell you for free, no matter how deep the root of a tree and how firmly the ground holds it still, there is no wind that can’t make a tree loose it’s leaves. Some days, nothing makes any sense at all. Somethings will read like Morse codes. Like the days I feel a story coming - the same way song writers says“they saw the song came to them” some days, I’m too caught up in everything else to catch it before it passes and some days, it passes, and I stretch myself not caring how much of me I loose to the moment, I reach out for the story and if I’m lucky, I catch it by its tail and pull back. I look at what I’m writing and it reads like different leaves from different trees that have lost themselves and scattered around, travelled far, lost their way... sometimes there is no existing culture, like the ones your stories tell, nor an existing language like the ones your characters speak. But you have the power to make anyone believe anything as long as they are in your world for that moment - you are God! -Here’s a little reminder to all writers! don’t doubt or even attempt to waste your divinity. #tiencepay #writing #writers

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I can’t stop seeing stories in everything! I watch trees loose their leaves to the wind, and I tell myself “you can write about that!” I turn on the water faucet and make out faces from the pattern of the tiles on my bathroom walls, and I tell myself “this could make for a beautiful scene in a story!” I try to write, some days I find nothing, and I tell myself “there’s a story here too - imagine the character as a writer who is on a journey to find the perfect story!” And I tell myself, “there’s a story here too, there’s no perfect story! And that’s a story too.” But this one thing I can tell you for free, no matter how deep the root of a tree and how firmly the ground holds it still, there is no wind that can’t make a tree loose it’s leaves. Some days, nothing makes any sense at all. Somethings will read like Morse codes. Like the days I feel a story coming - the same way song writers says“they saw the song came to them” some days, I’m too caught up in everything else to catch it before it passes and some days, it passes, and I stretch myself not caring how much of me I loose to the moment, I reach out for the story and if I’m lucky, I catch it by its tail and pull back. I look at what I’m writing and it reads like different leaves from different trees that have lost themselves and scattered around, travelled far, lost their way... sometimes there is no existing culture, like the ones your stories tell, nor an existing language like the ones your characters speak. But you have the power to make anyone believe anything as long as they are in your world for that moment - you are God! -Here’s a little reminder to all writers! don’t doubt or even attempt to waste your divinity. #tiencepay #writing #writers