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Divepen1:
Casting Kayo80

Come and drop

Name: (not necessarily full)

Present State:

.Single or Engaged

Literature Crush

Name: Kayode Olumide Odusanya

Present State: Ibadan (moved to Ibadan from Lagos last year)

Single or Engaged: Single

Literature Crush: I'll update this part later.


Nice move Divepen1. This will make Literature section more interesting. And yea, it will get me more exposure. Thumbs up.

Divepen1:
I think I started seeing Kayo80 after one kay really lashed at Whitemosquito because of a competition she organised. That was the first of its kind in a long time. Everyone told that kay to write blablabla, then I saw a story we read it. It was good.

This present day Kay is a very serious, official take no nonsense person. He must be very neat and would be a person that loves his things to himself because someone posts betnaija etc on his thread, I would get a report..

More over, he's skeptical sha.. He is always trying to test his foot in the water before dipping his legs.. But I've read most of his works, they are good but unlike some Nairalanders he's yet to learn to pull crowd. Can we say he's the introvert all through...

Nice meeting you baba...

Hahahaha! Nice one. You are good at analyzing people. I'll score you 9/10 with your profiling of me. Lol!

Sorry for the late response, i had switched to my other Nairaland account yesterday and just switched back...yea, i have two personalities. Lol!

Please I need comment from my fellow writers...what do you feel about this article? lol!

Honeydawealth:
I must confess Kayo80, dis is my first time of reading any of ur stories. But u are so damn good!! I luv ur use of english lang.... And d way u wove d words is simply amazing!! Ride on.... Plssss more!!! #ur newest fan#

Thanks for your comment. It is great motivation. . I will start writing again soon.

I think a lot of readers don't understand the life of writers and how depressing and frustrating it can be sometimes, especially when the writer is just trying to make a name for himself/herself.

I wanted to write about how a typical day in my life would go, but i saw this post by author, Nick Stephenson that mirrors a typical day in my life, and i decided to share this.

Take note, it has a twist in there, so read to the end. Lol!



"06:00am– you awaken to the sound of bird song through the open window. After flinging on clothes, you go for a 4 mile run to get the creative juices going. While running, you come up with an outline for your next chapter.


07:00am– after a hot shower, you eat a hearty breakfast packed with low fat proteins and fibers, washing it all down with freshly squeezed orange juice. Your brain is now buzzing with energy and your fingers are already tingling – pulling you inexorably toward your office.


07:30am– with the rest of the family still asleep, you decide to get a couple of hours’worth of writing done, putting the ideas you had on your run down onto paper. You sit down in your office/reading room/study, pulling your ergonomic chair up to the mahogany desk, and slip a fresh, crisp sheet of A4 into your antique typewriter. Your friends try to convince you to get a laptop, but you prefer the feel of the typewriter – the smell of white-out gets you all giddy, after all – and there’s just no substitute for real ink. No matter what anyone says.


09:30– after cranking out 3,000 words in 2 hours, it’s time for a break. Perhaps some yoga, darling?


10:00– with the rest of the family up and about, it’s time to leave the house. They’re far too noisy to allow your genius to escape onto the page. You jump into your electric car and head on out to meet your agent, who’s arranged to catch up with you about your latest work at the local coffee shop.


10:30– you arrive at the coffee shop and easily park your super-compact battery powered vehicle in between 2 waitresses. Your adoring agent waves you over to your table, having ordered you a grande soy latte, and you get down to business. As expected, she absolutely adores your latest literary masterpiece – the tragic story of a vampire in love with a squirrel – and tells you two major publishers are currently embroiled in a bidding war for the print, ebook, and movie rights. The two of your toast your success and order some pastries.


12:00– you get home to have lunch with the family and find that, while you were out, The Spouse and The Children have cleaned up the house,taken The Dog for a walk, and have prepared a nice, healthy lunch. Wonderful.


13:00– it’s time for the big meeting. You’ve arranged to sit down with the producer of the upcoming movie production for your earlier book – another tragic story; the erotic tales of a dominatrix who seduces telephone repairmen – and he’s keen to discuss casting options. Your town car arrives and you climb in the back.


13:45– at the five star hotel in town, you meet the movie producer at his penthouse suite and take a seat on the plush leather sofa. After a glass (or two) of champagne, you both agree that Tom Cruise would make a great telephone repairman.


15:00– now back at home, it’s more writing time. You sit down at the antique typewriter and get to work…


18:00– bringing the total count up to 5,000 words for the day, you finish your last sentence of the evening and join The Spouse and The Children for dinner – they’ve all clubbed in and made you a delicious meal.


22:30– after a few hours of playing with The Children and watching a little BBC Period Drama on the television, you and The Spouse head off to bed, keen to wake up tomorrow morning and enjoy the experience of life all over again…Okay, okay.


So maybe I played with artistic licence a little there. Maybe all writers’ lives aren’t quite so… okay fine. It’s a total crock. Sorry, kids – it’s not all peaches and cream in the writerly world, not even tinned peaches and cool-whip. Fine.

You got me. Here’s a more realistic diary for you. Don’t tell anyone.


06:00am– you’re asleep. And you will be for at least another 3 hours. Who the hell gets up at 6am who doesn’t have to


09:00am– reluctantly, you drag your tired body out of bed and stumble into the shower.


09:15– trying not to wake The Dog, you avoid the carefully laid traps set by The Children, and make it to the kitchen, where you eat a bowl of coco pops and down a glass of Red Bull. This just about wakes you up.


09:30– can’t possibly start writing. Too much other stuff to do that cant’ possibly wait. Maybe you should vacuum, but then you’d wake The Dog. Then you’d have to walk The Dog. After careful deliberation, you get the broom out and start sweeping up the mess from last night’s dinner.


10:00– you call your agent. She doesn’t pick up. Ever.


10:30– you go to the office/children’s playroom/laundry room and pull out your ancient, wheezing laptop. You start the day’s writing after deleting most of what you wrote yesterday.


10:35– you check your kindle ebook sales.


10:47– you check your kindle ebook sales. Again.


11:15– you wonder whether the Amazon KDP sales reporting systems have gone down.


11:30– you check your kindle ebook sales.


12:30– after cranking out 72 words in 90 minutes, you give up and get some lunch. There’s probably a potato in the fridge somewhere that needs eating…


13:00– following a delicious baked potato, you head back to your desk to check your kindle ebook sales.


13:15– inspiration not quite so forthcoming as you had hoped, you log onto your Facebook and Twitter accounts and spend the next hour looking for ideas to make your latest book not suck.


14:15– you check your kindle ebook sales.


14:16– giving up, you decide to spend the rest of the day complaining about your lack of sales on the Kindle forums, while sending out a few “buy my book” tweets to your Grandma.


18:00– the house now a tip once again, you get pizza for dinner, because, hey – who needs the hassle of cooking with all this writing you need to do, huh?


22:30– after a few hours trying to get The Children to calm down and go to sleep, you and The Spouse manage half an hour of “The Big Bang Theory” before exhaustion takes over and you both crawl into bed. So, to all you readers out there: do this meet your preconceptions? Are we all naught but mortal men? To you other authors: where on the scale do you fit?"

Bestie93:
Really an interesting update.... More ink to your pen.
I will not forget to say special sorry to Modupe its not easy at all.
But to Stephens... More stories loading

Thanks.

To be honest, i thought i would have finished this story by now, but I hit a state of burnout a couple of days ago...there is no more fuel in my creative tank. Lol! But I will get back on it soon sha.

Thanks once again.

Kaybeeeee:
Nice story, please when will u complete it

Thanks.

I will complete it soon.

rachealfst:
Nice Story. I really pity modupe. Will she continue with Jack? Following all the way, more inspiration to you.

Thank you.

Alimiyemi:
nice update.... kip it coming bro

Thank you.

thestevens:
your story is very well constructed and properly narrated. I have silently followed all your story here but you didn't finish some and some you hurried them. please take it one step at a time so that people can have faith in you when the read your story. good job and more inspiration bro.

Thank you.

Chapter 11


“What!!?” He blurted out with a chuckle. “Why would you think I was gay?”
“Well, as I said, you and Jack were pretty close at some point.”
“So what, you thought we were gay lovers?”
“Yea, kinda.” She said and looked at him with a smile on her face. “Come on! Don’t look at me that way; I had never seen you with a girl before."
“That doesn’t mean…Oh my! So you have been thinking I was gay all this while?”
“Come on, why are you making it seem like I thought you were a serial killer or something.” She said and hit him playfully on the arm. “I don’t have any problem with gay people; I just wanted to be sure what your sexuality was.”
There was silence in the car for a while and then he looked at her for a while before saying, “So, Jack is really gay?” She nodded her head at him. “Are you sure? How did you get to know?”
“Trust me; you don’t want to hear that story.” She said and had a faraway look on her face. “He has apologized and all that, but it doesn’t change the fact that he…he is attracted to guys.”
“Hmm! I still find it hard to believe.”


She looked at him and a smile appeared on her face. “At a point I even thought he had a crush on you the way he always talked about you around the house.” She said but he didn’t say anything back. His mind was miles away. “So, that’s my story. I am married to a guy who isn’t attracted to me.” She turned around to look at Stephen again, but he was still lost in thought.


Stephen sat there, his mind thinking up how he could weave this whole story into a book. He turned to look at her for a brief second, and then looked away again, feeling guilty for trying to use another person’s pain for his gains. She was going on and on, in little rambles, about how bad her life was and how much pain she goes through keeping the secret that her husband was gay to herself.


As they say, truth is stranger than fiction, Stephen thought. He had always thought Jack and Modupe were the coolest and happiest couple he knew. Little did he know that they were both living a lie. His mind went back to something she had said earlier, and then he looked at her and asked, “So, all you were doing was trying to make sure I was happy in a relationship.” She nodded. “That’s so selfless of you. And you would be cool with a friend of yours being with me, even though…even though you have feeling for me?”
“Yes. We can’t be together, but it will bring me joy if you were with someone I know would bring you joy.”
“This is really complicated.” He said and looked out the window. “The rain has stopped. Let me change the tire.”