Waddup family! You know sometimes on the daily grind you come across so many different kinds of people. Most times there not the most inspirational or positive of folks. And if your constantly meeting these people you starts thinking that everyone is generally the same. I tend to check myself when I start feeling I’m sliding into that pit because my writing is about people and their differences and how they can surprise you, for good or bad. So if I can’t see how unique every individual is then my creative shit is going to suffer. So I’m always on the look out for interesting people – women especially - whether they are of the nasty or kind variety.
I’m always surprised.  Take Tuesday gone for example. I walk out for a breath of fresh air and to clear my head and decided to get some food at the same time. It’s early so I order breakfast and you know these establishments who foster community by making sure you have to share your eating space with a stranger – don’t get me wrong I’m all for it, you would just prefer not to be sitting beside some dude whose an eyesore or engaging you in some boring ass conversation – but if you got to, you give thanks that you’re linking with a fellow human being. Anyway I’m safe so far  and it doesn’t take them long to have my food in front of me and a much lesser time  for me to be tucking into a very unhealthy fry-up. Amidst the diners, the conversations, the laughter and my slowly rejuvenating senses – the food was hitting the spot – and if that wasn’t enough my mood was jump started by a question and a beautiful smile.
     “Is their anybody sitting here?”
Women smile at me all the time but when you’re bombarded by sights and sound on a busy street you need to be certain you are the focus of her attention at least to preserve my delicate male ego. No need for that now though because I know she’s dealing with me. She walks over with her tray and a plate with some vegetarian delight and sits opposite me. As natural as can be, as if we’ve known each other for a long while, we talk and eat. The princess in question was Somalian and beautiful. And my fertile imagination starts to wonder if her forefathers were royalty from the courts of the Northern Somali Sultanate.
She just had that poise about her, that graceful air.
The surprising thing is we both felt the need to talk and after a few moments conversation, I could understand why. For those twenty minutes we talked about religion, love, family and unforgettable experiences.I’m intrigued about how people can connect instantly on a deeper level, love at first sight and those niggling feelings that tell you someone is known to you but they just couldn’t be. Call me a romantic or self deluded but I believe it to be all possible. I’ve been blessed with the gift or luck of coming casually into contact with people who I forge a life long relationships with. Starting off on my journey I was sceptical too but time and experience has taught me when circumstances arise for you to connect with someone and it feels right, even if it is the bro across the table from you with that boring ass look on his face don’t squander the opportunity.
It could help to define your life.
Believe dat.
Peace
Anton

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Did you miss me?

I missed you and its only when I inadvertently let life overtake me that I remember what my priorities are. So I’m back and hope I’m forgiven. For those of you who don’t know me too well I’m Anton Marks a self published urban author based in the UK who wants to share portions of my life and my passion for writing and entertainment with you. It may not seem like it but this is supposed to be a memorable event because this is my second attempt at maintaining some meaningful dialogue with my readers.

This time though it feels right.

I’m on the road – metaphorically speaking - sitting in a restaurant in London posting this up for you guys to read and I’m thinking of where I’m coming from to get to here and now.

Not sure why but I can almost feel the sting of the rejections and put downs all over again –they never stop when you’re still climbing to the top. But I’m also feeling the excitement and sense of wonder when I finished my first novel Dancehall years ago. Then there’s the sorrow of seeing the small community of writers I was familiar with in the early days succumb to the challenges of day to day living and give up on their dreams. I would as soon give up breathing than writing – melodramatic mode switched on – but that’s the way I feel.

I’m a hustler and a juggler. Not as good at it as some but I get by and of course I’m not able to immerse myself into my true passion of writing and entertainment 24/7 because of that – not yet. So I’m an average man with one difference that sets me apart from the crowd  and that is, I know were I’m going and I’ve got a good idea of how to get there.

But it can be tough, like now.

I’m tired, finding it hard to focus but I will because I want to reach out and touch you, with no more excuses. So this is about me, taking responsibility, right?

About the writing world of Anton Marks, my light hearted opinions, observations and my motivations. All that it takes to write the stuff I do and what keeps me committed to bring my projects to the page and have some fun doing it. You’ll have a front seat to where I socialize when I can and I’ll bring you along with me on occasion if you’re up to it.  And let’s not forget my love affair with film and my long term plans of conquering the movie world with my shit.

We will see though.

Expect to hear from me at least once a fortnight but if shit pop-off then maybe before that. Swing by www.anton-marks.com and www.myspace.com/marksmanstudios  to keep updated with Wha gwane and immerse yourself in the Marksman Studio vibes of books and merchandise.

Until next time.

 Peace, love and power

Anton Marks

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