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  Recently as the guest author at a Los Angeles book club, I was asked if I write for a black or white audience when penning my novels. I have to confess, I was a bit thrown when the inquiry was made, because I was in the company of a room of entirely African-American women. I took a moment and gave an answer from my heart. The most important aspect of writing a story for me is the story itself. A story usually rises up within me and I have to give it life. At the time, I’m not thinking about who the audience will be. There’s a baby that has been conceived and it’s going to be born! Once I have the story, the characters, the outline, and the other facets of the book, I begin writing. Once the work is complete, I think about my audience. Obviously, at this phase in the process, the book is written and therefore, the audience it resonates with will be because it just does and not due to any manipulation on my part. Curious I pressed the questioner, and she revealed to me that when reading my new novel “Married in the Nick of Nine” she felt I had purposel...
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A month ago my sister told me she had wrestled all night because God had given her a message to pass along to me.  As I stood in the Honda dealership waiting for my car to be serviced, I wondered what God had told my sister that he chose not to tell me.  It didn’t take her long to tell me that in order to get my new novel “Married in the Nick of Nine” to the next level I would have to look deep within because the answer was inside of me.  “What?” was my immediate response. My sister is very spiritual, much more than I am, but like her, I do believe God can speak to us. It’s that inner voice. So I closed my eyes and a giant wedding gown filled my entire being and in that moment I had the answer. I was supposed to organize a wedding march. I was so excited that I ran out of the dealership onto the parking lot talking a mile a minute. The car salesmen probably thought I had gone bonkers. After the initial excitement wore off, reality began to sink in, and I was gripped with fear. What in the world was I thinking?  A wedding march? How am I g...
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This time last Saturday, I was celebrating the launch of my new novel, “Married in the Nick of Nine.” It’s been a week and I’m still basking in the love and support from all who came out. Here’s hugs and kisses to those of you who were there and love to those who wanted to be there, but couldn’t make it. Over a hundred people came by and many stayed to hear KJLH Radio On-air Personality Adai Lamar read from “Married in the Nick of Nine” with me. Adai is beautiful and funny! She had the audience cracking up more than once. She’s a sweetheart and down to earth, too. She even helped serve the delectable dishes that were on hand such as turkey rolls and fried chicken! Several attendees won gift cards and free copies of “Married in the Nick of Nine.” All in all, it was pure perfection. My book club supporters were there to support as well as family members. Well, everyone, the reviews are rolling in and so far “Married in the Nick of Nine” has ten five-star reviews on Amazon.com. Here’s a little of what’s being said: *The story is humorous, poignant, realistic a...
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Have you ever felt totally helpless? Like you were drowning and there was nothing you could do about it. That’s how I’ve been feeling about my new job. Tomorrow, I’ll start my third week, and it’s a miracle I’m still there. I talked a mean game in the interview, but I had no idea what I was in for. I assist four professionals and the top two of the four are no joke. The phones ring incessantly and everybody and their mama wants to have meetings with them. I had no idea how rusty I am. I was laid off for eight months and prior to that I had very little to do on my previous job, so my skills are tad bit rusty if you will. At the end of week one I found myself literally crying on my husband’s broad shoulders telling him in between sniffles how stupid and inadequate I feel. He says I’m being too hard on myself and I probably am. It’s nothing worse than starting a new job and having to learn new things. It’s not like I don’t know how to do the work, but with everything coming at me so fast, I’ve made more mistakes than I care to admit—stupid mistakes and folk at m...
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My husband is seeing another woman. He spends time with her every day after work, except Friday’s. He even sees her on the weekends -- sometimes on Saturday, and if not Saturday, then Sunday. There have been so many evenings when he’s gotten in late still wearing his work uniform, too exhausted to even take off his work boots. What man wouldn’t be wiped out getting up before five every morning, working all day, and then trying to give one hundred percent to two different women across town from one another? I never thought I would be the type of woman who would be willing to share my man’s time, attention, and affection, with another woman. I never thought I would be the kind of woman who would look the other way when her husband calls her from the other woman’s house and says, “I’m going to be home later than usual.” My imagination gets the best of me and I can see him rubbing her feet, massaging her legs. I bet he even spoon feeds her. As I sit at my computer, glancing at the clock from time-to-time, I pause at the sound of his SUV pulling into the driveway...
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