This was drawn by my then high school teacher, Jerny Bagasala, when I had first finished the Charlie Sparks novel twelve years ago. What a lovely house, right? :)
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Before Charlie Sparks, there was Hyatt James. Charlie Sparks: A Sorcerer's Tale is a rewritten version of a novel I completed when I was eleven years old. After 55,000 words written in longhand, I used my uncle's personal computer to type everything. My high school teacher drew me some illustrations. Now, I have a professional illustrator working on my book, but it is really amusing when you look back to how it all started....And when you're just about to die
You'll say everything's a waste You lived in vain and loved none Alas, your days were lived in haste As the farmer tills his land To his heart's satisfaction Have you lost your dreams while toiling For procrastination? See the end of horizons And make it your lifetime cell When you've limited yourself To the whining of the bell Fill your pockets with all gold And leave nothing to the soul Dig your treasures until you Can make your tomb from that hole In the twinkling of an eye The way up is far too deep Too late to realize that You've sold what you can only keep And so I looked at her. Her eyes, beautiful and are made to last. Her lips, nothing much would match the perfection that carved it. Her face, angelic, irresistible, timeless and everything a man could desire for. It was not just that. The way she talks carry a warm breeze towards the core of my heart as though talking to it personally. The way she laughs as it echoes like the bells of a Carillon, sending happiness to everyone who hears it. What a wonderful woman she is. What a wonderful song she can be, with awesome lyrics, lively melody and a tune that will surpass this generation and the next ones. A beautiful face that can only be matched with a wonderful soul. When these two are rolled into one, so suddenly you will think, is this for real? Probably one of those fantasies that you can only see in movies and you can only read in books.
Then there was the beat. A beat too unfamiliar that it made my entire body shiver. I felt electrocuted, in a good way. I found it harder to breathe, but I never felt so alive. A wind blown by Cupid went against my face, and then my eyes glistened. An unfamiliar incandescence that can only mean ecstasy beyond human understanding. And so I have to call it "love". Its power was intense. I could not escape it. I could not go the other way where it was pulling me to. There was only one way. There was only one direction. And there was no other choice. Like a thief in the night, it went to get me quick. I didn't waste any moment. I had to do something. I have to take her hands, hold them tight, promising never to let go; and then I just have to kiss her lips as if there were no tomorrow and hug her so tight and whisper in her ears the words that were coming from the bottom of my heart and soul, I love you. I have to live in the immediate timeframe of life, the present. We build the future upon it and that was exactly what I did. The moment I felt the beat, I knew. It just felt so right. It just felt so real. It just felt like nothing else could go wrong. Of course this may be true or not, but that moment I felt it, I knew what to do. I didn't think much of the future, it will come soon enough. This is one of those rare moments in life when you just have to do what you have to do or you lose the entire point of what you want. If everyone else can just feel the same thing I did, what a wonderful world we can have. Setting up an FB page is exhausting. You have to manually click on the Invite button. If you have like a thousand friends that means tapping the Invite button a thousand times. It helped that my computer had a touchscreen interface as it somehow lessened my burden. However, tiring it was still. Hopefully, this shameless self-promotion will pay off.
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AuthorI am Cyrill Tan (C.N. Tan), author of Charlie Sparks: A Sorcerer's Tale to be released on June 2014. A graduate of Linguistics from the University of the Philippines, I am fascinated by languages. Archives
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