Writing from a Villain’s POV


So, I’m writing the companion novel to “The Heretic’s Child” and I writing it from the antagonist’s point of view. Why on earth did I think this was a good idea? Sigh…

Attempting to write from a sociopath’s point of view is challenging.

Why, you ask?

Well, I’m not a sociopath (well, I don’t THINK that I’m a sociopath, I HOPE I’m not a sociopath) and trying to write a believable villain is difficult. Or, at least I’m finding it difficult because I want it to ring true. Most stories I’ve read that involve a villain are not written in the first person. They’re written from the third person, so you’re not getting inside their head. The writer is only reporting on what the villain says and does.

Writing from the first person makes it so I have to think like a mentally ill person, so I can “talk” like one. And, I’m not having an easy time. In fact, for the first couple of weeks that I was writing, I would get a horrible headache while I was writing.

Thankfully, those are in the past.

I finally discovered that one of the main character flaws this person has is that he’s a liar. This has helped, however, I wasn’t sure how I was going to develop an interesting plot having the entire story being just him “talking” to my readers when suddenly, it hit me. The solution to this problem. I would bring in someone with whom he could hold a conversation.

Now, this will require that I perform a major rewrite on the beginning of the book, but that’s okay. Writing to me is not just about writing a story; it’s about perfecting a story. And in the end, hopefully, this will improve the overall story.

It took me 20 years (give or take) to perfect the idea behind “The Heretic’s Child” and only a little over 3 months to write it.

I started my current work-in-progress last September, hit a roadblock at 29,000 words and stopped. I let the story roll around in my mind for 5 or 6 months and now, I’ve been working on it again for two weeks.

Don’t worry. I’ll figure it out and it won’t take 20 years. This time I have the laws of this novel’s universe created and the first novel to use as a reference.

So it’s all good.

I’ll keep you all posted on how “The Liar – A Rememberer’s Tale” is progressing.

Thanks for reading!


P.S. Don’t forget to check out my website and thank you for reading!


A Fool’s Book of Wisdom

I’ve been busy. I created my own website. I’d be ever so appreciative if you’d check it out – http://nyasia9.wix.com/nyasiamaire

And although I’ve been busy, I don’t want you to think that I’m not thinking about this blog.

So…I’ve gone into the vault and pulled out an old favorite. A few years back, I wrote a fan fiction story, centered in The Phantom of the Opera universe. At the beginning of each chapter, I included a little ditty. Some of them I borrowed from other authors (and, of course, credited them,) others, I wrote. Here are the ones I wrote…


A Fool’s Book of Wisdom

Truth, like beauty, survives and thrives in the light of day.
Lies live in the darkness, moldering and corrupting all they touch.

Men preach. Women share.
Children create.

Talk — a four letter word. Hear — a four letter word.
Love — a four letter word with infinite meaning.

Is it an exercise in futility to count grains of sand in the wind?
Is this act still futile if it were to save a life?

The faster a person runs from the truth,
the swifter it is to catch them.

A family provides the foundation upon which the soul stands tall.
A soul without firm ground underfoot is doomed to fall.

Laughter is the best release the body can provide
when the option of sex is not available.

Dreams transport one each night to the places needed by the soul
to heal the battering it endures during each day.

Awakening from our dreams
brings us another step closer to realizing them.

The concept of reality is but a philosopher’s supposition.
The true nature of reality exists only in the arms of a lover.

Hearken to the booming thunder as it rumbles across the heavens,
much as the thudding heart of a lover pounds wildly within its breast.

History is a series of colorful events scrawled by men into the dust.
Life soars, daring us to rise above the earth and the choices we make.

Diamonds are for royalty, luscious and rich,
charms for the rest of us to savor each wish.

To travel the world is a pleasure sublime
when the treasure of homecoming is certain in time.

Venus exists outside the realm of mere mortal experience.
She is the transcendent goddess, beyond our mundane perceptions.

Knowledge casts illumination into the darkest corners of the mind,
leaving no hiding place for the despair of ignorance.

Lessons of love are forever kept,
closer to her heart, nearer her sweet breast.

Is life is a series of interesting events we name coincidence? No.
There are no coincidences. Life follows the path of our heart’s own desire.

The premise of control is but an illusion and obtainable only at great cost.
The true secret of control is free, one must only learn to let go to fly.

Yearning is the desire you feel for the one you love.
Longing is the lust you feel when you lie to yourself and call it love.

The rapid beating of the heart cannot overcome
the inertia of unrequited love.

Is it a sin to make love when the lover’s heart is true?
Or, is evil judged by virtue lost and a man’s malevolent grin?

To distinguish a single voice from amidst the roar of the crowd
is a moment of clarity unique in a life otherwise filled with useless noise.

Is it better to wallow for a day in bliss, or wander for a lifetime in woe?
Perhaps, the more apt question, does one really need to ask?

Life is not a carefully woven tapestry, pristine and perfect, but rough and wild.
And, each day we find ourselves ever more entangled within its web.

An ancient evil skillfully sings
of bygone times and broken wings.

Each society clings to the security of its mythos.
But, sometimes beliefs need to change in order that the world may grow.

The perilous tides of deceit do rise,
beckoning precipitous fate with all of its lies.

Desperation results when the impetus compelling action is forced.
Those that despair invite hopelessness and ultimately, lose. Hence, do not despair!

Passion burns beneath the skin.
Evil burns from without to within.

We color the world with the truth of our perceptions.
Without our hearts and our minds to interpret our senses, we perceive nothing.

Hunger is a desire born of need: whether it is of the body or the spirit
depends on the want it feeds.

Where does one uncover the true essence of human nature?
In a tender heart? An avaricious mind? A courageous spirit? Or a jealous soul?

The true test of love lies not in words spoken with passion and poetry,
but in the willingness to sacrifice all without a second thought.


Marriage, a most serious proposition.
The joining of a man and a woman
for the purpose of procreation.
Blessed by God,
taxed by governments
ridiculed by comics the world over.


if you are the dreamer,
am i the dream?
if you are the singer,
am i the song?
walking down the path of life,
a million different turns.
each one another chance,
another dance for us to learn
if you are the face,
am i your reflection?
if you are the lover,
am i your love?


i lay in bed
but not asleep
i lay trapped deep within this torturous dread
my body full of poison
my mind full of demons
i lay awake and yet i was dreaming
a book of poetry
lay next to me
a wondrous enchantment of shadows and themes
my soul full of sorrow
my heart full of song
a world created here
all tattered and wrong
your eyes are windows
but not to your soul
gazing through them
but never taking them whole
and all the while
no one but no one
ever finishes this
their song


amid dreams of green and gold
and spinning flowers on the breeze
i drift along and wait
for something i never see

alone in the silence i wander
floating far away from home i wait
to hear heaven’s voice
touch me with its song


Lucifer’s Love

awake and listen
all of god’s children
for the fleeting rapture of joy
and the heavens confess
to joy and of bliss
but the moment of truth
lies hidden in shadow
for true evil it seems
is not just a dream
called forth from the ether of dusk
but molded to man
ever wan and unplanned
embroidered in his tarnished husk
now bring out hell’s choir
to chant to the pyre
of depravity spiraling ever higher
beware of this night
and stay hidden from sight
for lucifer’s love burns bright with desire
as all soon shall know
both above and below
that lilith’s lust unchained
shall bring earth its bane

Author Meet & Greets!

I had my first Meet & Greet/Book Signing last week. It was at an unconventional spot. A group of local store owners host a monthly event on their stretch of street. The stores all stay open until 9 p.m., there’s live music and a variety of food trucks.

So how did I discover this venue?

It was an accident. I walk around my neighborhood every night and discovered this little event by accident when I walked through it. They call it, “Third Thursday Nights at Tujunga Village.” I know; the name doesn’t exactly roll off your tongue, but the name of the street is Tujunga. What can you do?

There was a live rock band playing. (Okay, here’s a plug for the band!) Their name is “Echophonix.” They’re very good, but I guess they were too loud for the staid store owners because they don’t play there anymore. Sigh…

Anyway, back to how I discovered this venue.

I was walking down the street and while I was listening to the band play, I started a conversation with a really nice young lady. I don’t hear very well, so I could never catch her name and the band was really loud. Each month, I would see her and we got to be friendly. Last December, I mentioned that my novel would be out soon and she became very excited. She asked me if I would be interested in having a signing during their event.

Hmmm… let me think about that a moment.


OF COURSE I’M INTERESTED. Who do I have to kill? Oops! Too much enthusiasm? Maybe. 🙂

Moving forward in time, my book became available from the publisher on April 7, 2016 and I was trying to learn some of the ways to promote the book. I was also waiting for it to be available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, etc. (yes, The Heretic’s Child is now available EVERYWHERE!) before I decided to send a text to my contact.

Sent the text, received an immediate response and four weeks later, my book signing is a week in the past. Now, I’m not worried that my first signing is in the past because I have been invited to return next month. AND, I will be there!

I’m also waiting for the owner of a bookstore to return from her vacation, so we can arrange for a more traditional Meet & Greet/Book Signing.

Why do these things take so long?

Well, a number of reasons.

  1. I’m a single mom and my daughter just graduated from high school. We were a bit busy with the end of the school year events.
  2. I work two jobs.
  3. I was sick.
  4. I’m new at this and still learning my options.

Yeah, yeah! I know excuses, but valid ones.

I’ve sent the book out to several people; the bookstore owner, a production coordinator and an author friend for review. I need to get on the ball and send out a few more copies for review. And I will. Soon…

Oh! Here’s the best reason for being distracted from marketing my book…I’m working on the companion novel. This story is written from the protagonist’s point of view. It’s different and I’m thinking that it might be one of the best things I’ve ever written.

Time will tell.

Please check out my novel, The Heretic’s Child, available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iBook Store, Kobo and Lulu.com.

Fondest wishes,


Sometimes, Writing Isn’t Everything

It’s been an exciting week. My girl and I went to a Bernie Sanders Rally in Santa Monica. We got to meet a lot of really nice people and best of all, we were close to the podium and got to see Bernie Sanders up close and personal.

I want to say that I don’t care what your political leanings are, but that would be a lie. I do care. I care a lot. But, on the other hand, a major part of my beliefs are in everyone having a choice. So, I would be a hypocrite of the worst degree if I didn’t allow people to have their own opinion.

Therefore, the only thing I ask people to do is…VOTE! VOTE! VOTE!

Don’t sit on the sidelines and think,  “My vote won’t matter.” Or, “Oh, it’s over. There’s no point in me voting.”

Your vote matters, but it only matters if you cast it.

Bernie Sanders became Mayor of the city of Burlington, Vermont by 14 votes. FOURTEEN! If those people had stayed home or cast their vote for the opposition, we would be experiencing a different world today.



Now, my week has been exciting for reasons related to my writing as well. I have been a fan of Dean Koontz for more than 25 years. I used to attend book signings of his at the Book Carnival in Orange, California, so last year (on my birthday) I wrote a letter to Dean. I reminded him of who I am and asked if I could send him a copy of my book for him to review. I was pleased by the quick response and stunned by the handwritten note that said I could send him a copy. So last Friday, I delivered and mailed out a book to him.

I also met Gerard Butler after one of his appearances on late night television. I was able to speak to him for a few minutes and he told me to send a copy of my (then) outline to the Development Department of his production company. I got off my behind and did so on Saturday.

Then, I called Book Carnival and began making the arrangements to have them host a book signing for me. Their review copy went out in the mail on Saturday as well.

Finally, I called Book Soup in Hollywood, California and opened as discussion with their Public Relations Department for them to host a book signing for me.

What else am I doing to promote my book?

Well, I’m blogging. 😉

I’ve also designed a card that has the cover of my book and “A fantasy novel now available at Lulu.com” on one side and a synopsis of the plot on the other. I hand these out to people I meet that I think might be interested. You never know which person might be the one to change the course of your life.

Sometimes, all it takes is 14 votes.

Fondest wishes,


Follow the below link, for more information about “The Heretic’s Child.”

Nyasia’s Niche

The Heretic’s Child

So, I wrote a story and self-published.

Now what?

Well, that’s a good question. According to my publisher, I can spend lots of money (that I don’t have) and pay them for a marketing campaign. Or, I can try to market the book myself. Now, I’ll admit that I don’t know the first thing about marketing a book, but I really don’t have any choice but to give it a try.

So, here I go; I’m spreading the word. That’s the reason I started this blog. That and I love to ramble. Hey, I’m a writer and I actually like writing. I’m not one of the people that turn writing into a struggle. When I buckle down and write, I write every day. I may not like what I write. Hell, I might even erase it, but the point is that if you want to be a writer, you write. You don’t talk about it, you write.

Actually, I do talk about it. I talk to myself, my friends, my daughter…I talk to anyone that seems interested. It’s the best way to get different points of view. I use that when I create my characters because I want them to be more than just “bags of bones.” Integrating real life with my fictional stories makes it more real to me and, I hope, more real to my readers. Or, at least that’s what I hope.

Between you and me? I’ve never taken a creative writing class. I’m sure it shows in my writing and if I did, it would probably help me. But, I’d rather learn by doing. It’s the way I’ve always learned best. I just hope that reading my stories isn’t too painful because of my inexperience.

To bring you up-to-date on what’s happening with “The Heretic’s Child,” I’ve given the publisher the go-ahead to release the novel to Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Apple iBook, Kobo and everything else. This process takes 6 to 8 weeks. However, Amazon’s Kindle version became available this week, so one venue besides my publisher, Lulu Press, is up and running.

I’ve talked to Barnes and Noble and they said we have to wait until the book is actually available through their website before they’ll discuss hosting a book signing. I also talked with my local library and discovered that they only host authors whose books they have in their library. This led me to the thought that perhaps if I donate a couple books to them, that’ll allow me to host a book signing there. We’ll see.

Still related to the marketing and sales of my book is reviews. I am a huge Dean Koontz fan and I’ve met him many times. Not only is he an excellent writer, he’s genuinely a nice man. I wrote to him last November and he responded with a personal note. I asked him if I could send him a copy of my book once it was published. He said…YES! So, that’s next. I’ll be sending out a copy to Dean as well as several other people for their reviews.

I look at the marketing of my book as a large, still lake. Each time I tell someone about “The Heretic’s Child,” it causes a ripple in the lake. I just have to keep spreading the word and hopefully, soon the lake will be a mass of giant waves pushing people towards my book.

If you have any suggestions, please send me an email…

And, of course, I would deeply appreciate it if you would check out “The Heretic’s Child.”

Fondest wishes,


A Very Brief History of My World


I’m Nyasia A. Maire.

I make things up.

Okay, okay…I write stories. I started writing so long ago I can’t remember exactly when I wrote my first. I do remember writing a screenplay at the age of 12 for The Beatles and mailing it to Apple Corp. The manuscript was typed and double-spaced. My mother’s Smith-Corona manual typewriter was my tool of choice. Anyway, I mailed it to London and waited for a reply. Surprisingly, I received a hand-typed response. The letter was hand-signed by someone at Apple Corp (not one of The Beatles) and I kept the letter as one of my prized possessions for years until my ex-husband destroyed it during our rather messy divorce. Such is life.

My first rejection letter. Sigh…the first of many.

Over the years, I’ve continued writing. My first attempt at fiction was a collection of short stories rather pretentiously named “Court of Storms.” I picked that name because my boyfriend of the time didn’t like my choice, “Park Tales.” I think I should’ve stuck with my title and I think someday that’s what it will be again.

Oh, I didn’t tell you. I write poetry as well and am a retired news photographer. Two of my poems were published in anthology that I’ve never been able to locate. The title is “Our World’s Greatest Poetry” or something to that effect. I’d have to look through my files to find the exact title, but you get my drift.

Shortly after the release of the 2004 movie, “Phantom of the Opera,” I took a foray into the world of fan fiction. My next three novels are a part of that genre. Although one of them began it’s “life” as an original story and I did write both the fan fiction and original story versions.

My current novel, “The Heretic’s Child,” began its life about 25 years ago. For some reason unknown to me, I placed it in the Science Fiction genre. It was a vague idea about a galactic librarian and it didn’t get much further than that. I could never figure out a story to go along with the idea.


Five years ago. The story entered the realm of fantasy and seemed to be moving along rather well. And then, boom! Nothing. The story was depressing the protagonist was suicidal and looking for a place to end it all. She meets a man and suddenly wants to live again. Nope. Nope. Nope.

So, there it sat with 30,000 words written and the glimmering of a world. I decided to do something I’ve never done before. I created a bible for the story’s universe. Why do things work the way they do? And then, I created a timeline. It felt good. I was creating a good, strong foundation upon which to build my story.

Then, last May I decided that the only way to get the story out of my head and onto paper was to write. I decided to write each and every day. Even if I didn’t keep the words I wrote. Even if I only kept 10 of them. I had to write every day. How would I keep myself honest? I pondered this question and I came upon a solution. I would tweet my daily word count. Now, I’m not a world-renown writer or a Twitter-phile, but I thought putting my count out there in the ether was as good a way to keep honest as any.

So, I set to work almost one year ago. I finished the manuscript the first week of September and after doing some research (unfortunately not enough research because I didn’t know all the questions I should ask) I selected a publisher. Now I will admit, the road to publication was not easy, nor was it smooth, but I didn’t give up and I stood my ground. When I thought I was getting the run around or being taken advantage of, I called them on it in a respectful, but firm way. Hey, I have a business arrangement with these people. Yelling at them isn’t going to accomplish anything. Besides, they’re just cogs in the wheel. Yelling at them is yelling at someone that can end up helping me if I handle it correctly. My strategy worked and I believe I have established lasting relationships with some of the people at my publisher’s office. And that, my friends, is a bonus.

A person can write the All-American Novel, but if you don’t make contacts in the business, no one will ever know.

So, hey! I’ve written my first ever blog and it was fun.

All comments are welcome!

Fondest wishes,


P.S. If you’d like to take a look at my newly published novel, “The Heretic’s Child,” here’s a link to my publisher’s page for me… http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/nyasia