Diamondz

Discontinued

2010-10-25T08:15:00.000-07:00

Just to let you know this is not a working blog site anymore. I have moved on to wwwdiamondpublicationz.wordpress.com so check me out there.

peace and love

No more. Hate to see me leave but I'm on to better things!

2010-08-14T13:33:00.000-07:00

Hey my lovely friends. I know I haven't posted anything recently but I'm really trying to collect ish for my website that I will definitely launch next month I will post the actually date in a minute. But until then, slide on over to www.scribd.com/talia_rice to read some of my little stories I've been posting over there. Tell me if you like it, if you don't or whatever you feel the need to post and I will see you in a better place!

Peace and Love

Oh, check out my trailer for the novel White Lies which I'm in the process of editing!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KKSUd9tSWfI

feelin' some type of way, as my girl would say.

2010-08-07T14:23:00.000-07:00

http://www.scribd.com/full/35527037?access_key=key-1jo2cm2fxl8gd41raeuf

I'm not a poetic type of person, so I hope I do not offend anyone who take writing poetry seriously. But I felt the need to write this today. Ta-ta!

The Virgin Suicides

2010-08-03T13:39:00.000-07:00

Never would I thought that multiple suicides would be so damn interesting. I read this book in one day! Not because I had nothing else to do, I have plenty thank you. But I was just blown away by this cursed family. Five sisters in this one house manages to kill themselves! It's not as great as The Pact by Jodi Picoult but it is worth reading.

After I've finished I realize that we don't know exactly what made them kill themselves. Was life that deep for them that they had to do it?

The quirkiness was on point, I will say. I could not help but laugh at the borderline obsession these neighborhood boys had toward the sisters. I mean I know teenagers intensify everything that is going on in their small bubbles of life (by the way I just had another talk with my own daughter who is about to hit middle school in three weeks, about how life is at that age, oh lawd I'm going to need some strong doses of Xanax. Is there a doctor in the house?)

What was I saying? Oh yeah teenagers feel that whatever they are going thru is the BIG ONE and no one will understand what they are going thru because no on other person on this earth has gone thru it. However the always monitoring what these god-like sisters were doing, listening to the same music just so they could feel what these sisters were mentally experiencing was hilarious! I've never been in love on that level but ay, whatever floated their immature boats.

I commend the author for taking on the challenge of writing on an intense, gloomy subject and twist it in this black comedy. I'm probably the only person who have not read this book or watched the movie when it came out which is cool. Never too late. I do give the go ahead to pick this zany, dark, buy quirky book.

Peace and Love

Murders was never this sexy

2010-07-29T12:35:00.000-07:00

The snake ate the frog and the frog was dissolved by the slug. Did you know that it took me until the end of this book to understand the riddle in which this story is based on? Of course you didn't but I'm telling you anyway! Even now as I have 2 growing kids I still get excited when I see a slug because I know I'm about to pour salt on this poor creature and watch it dissolve into a hardened black shell of something. Too much? Ah, it is what it is. I'm an observant writer, so sue me. Anywho my kids are geeked up when they see a slug spill its liquid onto the salt mount. I don't know what that liquid is and if anyone can tell me I would appreciate it; supposedly it is powerful enough to dissolve a frog, but again it's just a riddle - I think.

Ok so now that I have given you a 101 on riddles and slug juice lets get down to business. I always stress the importance of never writing on a topic that you don't have any clue about. From previous posts on my blog site www.diamondpconnect.blogspot.com that is a pet peeve of mine. I've written street urban lit before it became what it is, you wanna know why? Of course you do silly. Cause I live in the hood so I know some thangs that goes down, not all, but some. I don't try to sprinkle my story with hood cliches and if I do please for the love of God email me and let me know so I can slap myself and refocus!

My point is, is that this writer has beautifully written this, I'm going to call it love story, with the knowledge of pre- and post war experiences. The intricacies of the forbidden tattoo life in that time made me wanna hop on a plane and find someone in Japan to create the dragon tattoo I want on my back. It is described almost like a very sensual tango between lovers (aka tattoo artist and client). Sensual, forbidden, immortal, passionate - you get my drift, right? Oh and there is a murder in the middle of all this, a couple of them actually that will have you agreeing that this book should be renamed The Perfect Tattoo Murder Case.

A very powerful and sexy read, it's not too light or too heavy for a summer read. I'm just glad that I didn't return it to the library like I was going to. I have a tendency to borrow books and return them untouched, like I do my men! LOL

Peace and Love

One Taste

2010-07-22T10:19:00.000-07:00

Before I go on I just want you to look to your left - yes that is my work! Go ahead and check a bish out at www.sribd.com/talia_rice.

Now down to business.

Maybe I was doing too much when I decided to read another freaky book. Naw, my ass too damn freaky to not enjoy having or reading about sex. So it hurts me when I say that this book right here, this book right here, was not good. It says that a married couple who are not satisfied with their sex life or lack of one decides to step out. He hooks up with a crack head which proves my point on how men seem to downgrade when they wonder off from home. Wifey cheats on her husband with a big vibrator! Ms. Thang walking around happy as hell now that she has her little friend! She should have looked over and told her husband - 'say hello to my little friend!' Ok that was a little bit too much but I had to do it. But you know the bish is dumb to began with because she knew she was working with a two second brotha from the jump. I'm sorry but love is not the deal breaker these days. Ain't no one perfect but damnit your sex game has to be on point or at least be a freak like me, be up to tryin' new shit, spice it up, ya feel me.

Anywho, back to the husband. I don't understand how he could want to fuck with a bony crack head that goes back to smoking crack cause of his lil' azz peter weeter! I've had some bad ish but not enough to make me run out and do some drugs, especially crack! And here he is wanting to give her his life savings to this heifa! Men, gotta luv 'em for being sooooo stupid! And with all of this going on you have this gigantor brotha rocking a thirteen inch dick, I just don't understand what the hell he has to do with the story personally. It's just too much going on and it doesn't make me want to run out and put a couple of miles on my vibrator. Too confusing.

The cover says 'a fast paced sex thriller,' but I'm not feeling it. Yall can read it if you want but be forewarned you might be disappointed, just saying. I stopped on page 55 if that gives you any indication on how bored I was and that is all she is getting from me. NEXT!

Peace and Love

The Man Handler...a freaky ass story by a freaky ass writer by the name of Cairo

2010-07-22T10:06:00.000-07:00

whew! I've had about a dozen cold showers since opening this book two days ago - literally, I wasn't playing. How the hell I missed this author I have no clue but I'm glad I came across him.

I know a lot of females once they get a hold of this book will feel the same way I felt from the hump, I mean jump. He walked all thru my mind with this one! He had to have personally talked to a female/s to do this sexy work of art. Let me break it down for you a little bit without giving away too much.

Ok, Bianca is her name and she is a bona fide freak, or a ho as she so proudly put it. She's a single woman, great career, no kids, and loves sex. I mean on a level that is astounding. And she describes her sex life down to the nitty gritty which was my reason for taking the numerous cold showers among other things I did to relieve myself! LOL, I know, too much info. It is what it is, we all grown here.

Anywho thru out the book she explains her trysts and her lack of love for sistahs who run their mouths about their business to 'friends' and for those stupid ass birds who allow their men to cheat. Yeah some men cheat regardless of their situation at home but some do cheat cause you don't give your man what they need, yall know men are sexual creatures. You take away the cookies they just going to go to another candy store!

Ain't no reason for cheating but if you fallen off and what I mean by that is you eat too damn much to the point neither you or him can see your ish, or you go to bed in frumpy clothes etc, etc, don't get mad at the other chick satisfying your man, get mad at your damn selves and then the dog that is doing the do!

Again anywho, this is a great book and it's hilarious how this girl treats these random men. If they don't abide by her rules, damnit they are gone! More females need to be like this. See if the one person that wants to take it to another level succeeds at settling this man handler down. Would you if you had a delectable selection of meat on call?

Off to another freaky book - One Taste by Allison Hobbs. In the meantime, do your thang but be safe and happy sexing!

Peace and Safe Love!

Caught

2010-07-22T09:20:00.000-07:00

Now see this is why I say nosy people get what they deserve! Period! And this is exactly what this little girl got. I mean actually she was a grown ass woman reporter; so I stretched the truth a little. Anywho, this woman who decides to 'pretend' to be a thirteen year old girl on a website just to catch (hence the title) a pedophile for the tv show that she worked for. This is how the story blasts off. I love when a book get right to the point and don't dilly dally around (yeah I said it)

For whatever reason maybe it was the journalist in her, that made her push toward the truth. For whatever reason the broad goes and sees the supposed pedophile in a secluded area by herself by the way. One of the victim's father blasts in on the little meeting and shoots the pedophile. An chile, this story takes all the way off! the author takes you on a literary roller coaster. He successfully creates a realistic, believable plot and draws the reader (that be me) into each character until you are drinking in every lie, deceit and pain they experienced. No wonder there is a waiting list for this book.

Peace and Love!

The Pact by Jodi Picoult

2010-07-22T09:15:00.000-07:00

The best love story ever told. Forget Romeo & Juliet, these two have them beat!

I think that as parents we forget or are in denial about reality. Or maybe it is where I'm from, reality encircles everyone to the point where it becomes our own entity. It's crazy how most parents forget what it was like being teenagers. How we thought everythang was about us and our problems were detrimental and no one else's even compare. LOL. But on a serious note, when teenagers commit suicide such as the one in this powerful story or commit murder in the school they were going to the community bands together and glorify their child into something they have invented in their narrow minds instead of calling it what they really were disturbed. Right under their noses these same 'angelic' kids had made bombs, collected guns for a hobby, or were having sex in their rooms whether by consent or not, or they were severely depressed and the parents claimed they did not see anything! I never understood that. Of course my kidz are no angels and I don't know what goes on in their heads but my eyes remain open without the color stained shades covering the truth. I just feel that with all of the little gadgets and discoveries we acknowledge you would think we would see what is going on up under our roofs.

This is what this story is geared toward. The lack of parents communicating the right things to their children before it's too late. Two sets of parents, living next to each other who has children born at the same time automatically assumes and welcomes the son of one and the daughter of the other family to get married; they do everything else together, why not? Except from the first page readers realizes that will not happen. The daughter is ~~murdered~~ commits suicide within the first paragraph. The son who alos was to commit suicide right along with his girl survives the ordeal wedging a state sized distance between the two families.

The story unravels as the author describes meticulously how each set of parents, individually and collectively, respond to the suicide, the depression they thought the two had, life and the title of 'murderer' that lingers heavily over the surviving teenager like the Scarlett Letter.

Realistically I think Ms. Picoult describes their responses perfectly. I hesitantly put myself in the situation and I know for a fact I would act the same way. When my daughter got hospitalized after being diagnosed with diabetes I got upset as people visited even after returning home because they can go back to their normal perfectly healthy family while I now deal with two children with disabilities - alone. It wasn't their fault; that just happen to be the cards they got dealt with. To this day I can say they have handled their reality a hell of a lot better and stronger than I have.

Anyway, great read for the summer!

Peace and Love

The Lie by O.H. Bennett

2010-07-12T12:47:00.000-07:00

Awww, what a refreshing book. Or maybe I have a special place for it since it was written in a neighborhood in Indiana. Whatever this is a excellent book. This right here is what I have been talking about when I put in one of my posts that just because street urban is becoming popular and making some money doesn’t mean that is what you as a writer need to write about especially if you know nothing about living in the hood. Don’t even attempt to do it because all you are going to look like is some white person trying to be down with black people and act like they are down for the struggle but then go home to their multi-million dollar home, attend their private school, and drive around in some foreign car that they cannot even spell without looking at the logo on the car. We go through a hell of a lot more than just messing in the drug game or falling in love with the infamous kingpin, only to have him turn the girl into a prostitute or a stripper. A talented writer can turn something simple like digging up their noses and turn it into a literary work of art with the street edge to it.
Get into Sister Souljah’s ‘Coldest Winter Ever’ and ‘Midnight’. Midnight is a perfect example because she took a family from a different country and put them into the ghetto. She wrote with street like precision about how the son had stepped up as the man of the house and gained respect from the streets. She did not put the typical hood clichés into the storyline, she just wrote. Her talent spoke for itself and made the book a success.

O.H. Bennett did this. The Lie was set back in the day where racism was evident through the school systems and they still had ‘Do not serve colored’ here signs. Terry Matheus is the younger brother of Lawrence Matheus. The story starts with Lawrence being shot right on the front porch of their home. Police are called, the whole neighbor comes out (you know how we do, we always have to go outside and see what is going on like it’s some tv show) the parents come home. Then the story. Terry tells this story of how some white boys from out of town stops to ask Lawrence directions to the city county building, upon driving off they came back around and called him a nigger and shoot him right there on his porch. Believable story.

What unravels after the incident is pure genius. This small hard working family is suddenly thrown into a living nightmare and how they respond to the shooting is so realistic. I know I keep addressing characters but if you don’t have great distinguishable characters you minds well give it up, you will not have a memorable book. Terry is eventually brought to the mastermind of his brother being shot after going on a rampage with his crazed uncle who he used to look up to and breaking into some redneck’s home and stealing his stash of weed and beating the crap out of him.

Lawrence’s little girlfriend Tamera Groves has her own secrets as well brewing in her stomach in the shape of a baby that she is aborts for fear of her abusive live in boyfriend from finding out and finishing her off. Everyone has secrets, some can kill a person, some can shift a whole future and some can cause a lifelong heaviness. It’s how one reacts to the secrets that decides the outcome. It’s all about forgiveness in the end.

I can see why this author is destined for great things and many books under his belt. Hopefully one day someone will write that about me.

Library or Liquor Store?

2010-07-06T11:53:00.000-07:00

Summer is officially here. You wanna know how I know? Women have become walking advertisements to their bodies. Literally they have stripped their winter clothing and all other clothing so that lil’ boys (cause this apparently do not have a age limit) and men can see what they can have to physically offer. Somewhat like window shopping. Now I’m not saying that I am some nun in a Catholic church that walks around with her whole body covered. I like my body, but I also know how to dress casually without broadcasting what I have under what I’m wearing. I’m getting older; it’s a shame that I see mamas walking around in the same outfit that their daughters are wearing and probably bought from the same department. It makes me just shake my head.
But that’s not the purpose of this whole lil’ story. Parents, lets talk, adult to adult. School’s out. Your kidz are running around driving you and everybody else crazy. As we speak my six year old lil’ boy running around chasing his sister trying to fart on her. My house is small az hell, if you smelled what I smelled you would kick him out until his sick booty is repaired! I’m a big kid, 31 going on 6, I swear. I try to do as much with my kidz as I possibly can because my daughter is going to middle school and sooner or later she will slowly press away from me to become her own woman, it’s my job as a parent to equip her and my son with ish that they will be able to use once the time arrives for them to handle they business on their own. One thing I am proud of my kids is that they are in love with reading. We literally are at the library every day. Granted they still are human and are enticed by technology so they will spend most of their time in the children’s computer room but they will also pick up a book and stow away in some corner to read. I like to humbly take credit for that. From the jump they have seen their mama reading a book. They’ve seen me writing because they know that is what mama loves to do, write. My daughter will stop in the middle of her day and write story after story reminding me of when I was younger making up stories and putting my words to paper. My son results to just following behind me and making up a story rather than write but I’ll take it in any form long as I know their brains are being useful in these hot azz months we call summer.

What disappoints me though is the lack of my mirror image there at the library. Or if they are there, they are too busy running around instead of running around picking up books. Or they are logging on the computers to go to their Facebook pages or YouTube to listen to music they know good well they should not be listening to. The employees at the library try to monitor what sites the kids can explore in the Children Services but you know how that goes, they have to go and tend to other kids, programs or restocking of materials.

(Let me pause here a minute. I’m not trying to down-grade my people. I love my people and I want them to exceed in everything, real ish.)

I go to Hanna Homestead park a few blocks down from my street and I see little kidz, three-five years old, cursing. The language is messed up. Half of them cannot conduct a legit sentence but could rap the hottest song on the radio word for word, and it’s the explicit version too! Fort Wayne has created a bigger and better main library with sources I still haven’t used yet and still we choose not to take our kidz there to take advantage of them. We even had a library built in the hood. Still no kind of movement.

Because of what I’ve seen in this short time since school let out I’ve become determined to start a campaign. Haven’t decided what I want to call it but my mission is that all kidz regardless of race, needs to have a library card and easy access to use that library card. When your baby is born, library card should fall right after getting your child’s social security card. I ain’t jokin’! Yall laughin’ but these babies are our future. I don’t wanna come off preachy but it is what it is. Get off your lazy azzez and take your kidz to get a book. Books can enhance their reading skillz, math skillz, communication skillz, you get my drift. Most of yall are concerned with going to the liquor store as soon as it opens or the clothing store or the grocery store, food stamp card in hand easy, but stutter and squirm when your kids mention the L word like it’s some type of holy water that will burn you. They have programs that would keep your kidz busy and interested. Every summer they have the reading program where kidz can receive prizes for how much they read. They have students come in once a week and read to the kidz and the kidz read to them. I mean a lot of ish, and it’s fun seriously, I’m not lying. Don’t be scared! What you think lightening will hit you if you step into the library?

Anyway, like I said I am on a mission to create this campaign for every child to have a library card. I’m going to contact some libraries to see if they want to come on board with it, which I would think they would; so stay tuned and as my plan unravels I will keep you informed. But in the meantime go to the library!

Oh, one more thing; the library is not a place for you teenagers to meet with your boo to chase him/her around. A real man/woman loves when a man/woman is capable and excited to pick up a book to better themselves mentally. It is cool to have a book in your hand and actually read it. A friend I ran into at the library actually said that no one told us that we can become writers or to really pick up a book other than what the school told us to read for a class. Well I’m going to be that person to tell you that you can. With all the urban lit being created I guarantee you lil fast girls and horny boys will even get into this movement.

Peace and Love

The Sleeping Dragon

2010-07-06T11:51:00.000-07:00

Again what is it with me and Japanese writers lately but it is what it is, apparently we Americans are missing something in the writing world and we need to check a couple of these Japanese out and take some serious notes. The Sleeping Dragon, whew, where do I start? I’m glad that I’m not the only one who has a crazy mind that unleashes some crazy ish now and again. A typhoon floods the streets of Tokyo, we all know what a typhoon is so I don’t need to explain. A mediocre writer for some newspaper/magazine happens to be driving in the streets while the streets are getting pounded with torrential rains in a car that is similar to my old one (stops when it wants to cause it thinks it has it like that, LOL). Out of nowhere he almost runs over someone who is fixing their bike at the side of the road but manages to stop in time. That is where ish starts to go downhill. That is why I will never, ever, ever, pick up strangers off the street, I don’t give a damn if the person is covered in blood – that may not be that person’s blood but someone else’s and they are on the hunt again to kill someone else (me) for kicks!

The story is told in the view of Kosaka, the journalist who picks up the young boy by the name of Shinji. I kind of don’t like doing my own stories completely in this view because I feel like my readers would be missing something from the other characters that make the story but Miyuki did it perfectly in this one. It serves its purpose at the end after everything comes together and all of the questions are answered. But anywho, as they are driving they run over something. Kosaka stops and gets hit with the pounding rain as he tries to figure out what the hell he ran over. Come to find out it was a manhole someone opened up. This fool sitting here trying to close the thing before someone accidentally falls in it, if it was me I would keep it moving but it wasn’t me so as he is attempting poorly to close this drain up, another man comes out of nowhere asking him has he seen his son. Kosaka puts two and two together and realize that the boy most likely fell into the drain and drowned.

Lets fast forward a little bit and get into who this little boy he picked up really is. Just so happens that Shinji is a mind reader. He is able to touch people, things, whatever and get a vibe off of it. He touches Kosaka and tells him a few things about his deepest secrets. Kosaka doesn’t want to have anything more to do with this stranger especially since the boy told him who had opened up the manhole that leads the seven year old to fall to his death. Consciences come into play in all of the main characters as in real life and some freaky azz ish start to happen in this journalist’s life. Bet he never thought his life could become this interesting this quickly. Oh, and another mind reader similar to Shinji name Naoya comes in the middle of this whirlwind psychic mess. Mysterious callers that only answer by tapping on the phone, blank letters appearing at Kosaka’s place of employment; I’m telling you this is a good read for the summer. Check this author out!

Peace and Love

Second Sight by George D. Shuman

2010-07-02T13:52:00.000-07:00

I have a serious knack for picking up good azz bookz which I have said many times. This time was no different. (Yes, every so often I'll get a bad apple, don't we all have one of those in every family?)

Sherry Moore has been blind for 32 years of her life. She also has a special talent that allows her the privilege to work with the police department. I know, it's starting to sound like the show Medium. Luv the show but this is not that. Ms. Sherry has the ability to touch dead bodies, (I see dead people! Come on now, you knew I was going to say that) and see the last moments of the person's life. Crazy ish ain't it? Now this story would not be a story if something off the chain didn't happen. Exposure to radioactive waves sends her to a vacationed stay at a hospital for treatment. Eventually a good friend and doctor evaluates her to see if she still has her gift. One hand later, her brain sends a contorted vision that jolts bad feelings in her as well as seeing, yes seeing. After 32 years Sherry Moore can see. She quickly learns that life was a hell of a lot better when she was blind.

The author successfully has woven all the characters playing in the book together to create a believable plot. Like how I like my movies, the action hits the ground running from the jump, that's how this novel is. He inserted parts when needed and intensified ish to make the reader (that would be me, duh) continue reading. A great psychic suspense, but don't take my word for it; ok take it a little bit. My point tho is to go and get it!

Peace and Love

The Echo Maker by Richard Powers

2010-06-30T14:57:00.000-07:00

I really try to read every book that I pick up regardless if it sucks or not I will continue to read it to the end and try to figure out what the hell the author was trying to express. Every now and again I will throw a book, literally, to the side and damn near spit at it if it sucks that bad, hence ‘Moth to a Flame’. But for the most part, I consider myself an equal opportunity reader. And this novel was no different.
Birds. Goofy looking birds at that are how this story starts out. Explains the uniqueness of some cranes, yada, yada, yada. A few pages over and an accident ensues.

If I was not paying attention I probably would have missed the whole thing. Something like when I drive thru a really small city that doesn’t even own a stop light, I will miss it if I didn’t pay attention to the road. Yeah ish like that. I really was hoping thru out the story that these crazy looking birds that come to this small town will have something to do with the accident that happened. I guess it did but it didn’t. I don’t know what the author was trying to tell with these things. After a certain point I assumed that the birds and humans swapped brains cause everyone was acting a little wacko by the end of the story. The characters were all bipolar except for the man who got in the accident, Mark. Once he came out of his coma, everyone that was in his life before seemed like robot versions of the originals. The way he talked about him with his child-like way of thinking amused the hell out of me. He had no problem telling how it is! The other characters, they were colorful, and that’s me being nice. I guess the purpose of the story was these characters were suppose to find themselves and go toward what makes them truly happy but……I guess.

The ending was whack! Thank god I read fast or otherwise I would have been a little disappointed if I wasted a week or two or three on a weird story. Why’d I read it? Cause I’m trying to figure out why the books that are on the top ten bestsellers thriller list are on there so I’m reading all of them. Personally I don’t understand how some of them are there and I’m not. I’m not saying I’m the best writer there are but I should have clearly been neck in neck with this book.
At the end of the day, read this at your own risk.

Peace and Love.

Next read – Second Sight by George D. Shuman (Please don’t let this one disappoint me. A good description doesn’t always mean a good read)
The Echo Maker

For you freaks out there!

2010-06-28T09:00:00.000-07:00

I had to pull this one out of the archives but I remembered that I wrote it last night and thought I would go ahead and re-post this erotic tale for all you little freaks. It's short but trust me I have more to come. Go ahead and check your girl out on Scribd.com or click the link (http://www.scribd.com/doc/33662637/Ssshh-Be-Quiet)! Please don't read alone.

Watch out for Brotherhood coming within the next week!

On the come up.............

2010-06-24T14:34:00.000-07:00

Ok so I'm doing a little bit of an adjustment in my writing and how I present to people. When I started this blog almost a year ago, I didn't have any intentions with it; basically it was just to see if I could create a buzz for myself. A year later, I haven't received the buzz I wanted. I thought starting with friends and family would get the ball rolling but apparently not cause they are still not supporting a bish enough to put any kind of comments in any of my post which is still very, very, very, (you get the picture) upsetting. Then I took a real good look at the content that I was putting on this site and realized that it may not be what interest them, but still it's hurts that I'm not getting no kind of love a year later.

But I digress.

For several months now I have been looking into switching over to WordPress.com. I've said it plenty of times in some of my threads. I've checked out some websites that have used this format and I'm impressed with what I've seen. I definitely decided to go ahead and go with Wordpress, but I've got to do it right. I can't do it blindly and expect readers to loyally keep coming to my lil' whatever this is, ya feel me. I'm thinking big this time. I have talent, I just need to figure out a great, organized plan to get my talent out in the open.

For the next week or two I'm going to sit down and write what my goals are for this website and how to get myself out there beyond just a couple of friends reading this out of pure sympathy because I begged them too. LOL.

My website will be the called the name of the publishing business I am starting. It will contain a section where readers will get excerpts on my books that I will be selling - yes selling! I have kids to feed!. I will have mini commercials to go along with those excerpts, a place for my blog and reviews and a bunch of other stuff I'm expecting to launch so get ready cause this ish right here, will definitely be the ish!

Peace and Love

BMF by Mara Shalhoup

2010-06-22T15:29:00.000-07:00

Fitting that I come across this book around the time I posted on my Facebook page that the temptation to do something illegal to make quick money is sounding good right about now. And even as I'm writing Rick Ross's new single BMF is banging in the background. That's crazy that one man and his affiliates can influence a culture. And when I say influence I mean this 'family' name has been in so many rap songs you would think he was 2Pac or Jay-Z when all this lil' boy was was a big tyme drug dealer (that happened to create a movement). He managed to get Jacob the Jeweler into this mess of covering up for BMF and he had no reason; hell he has money coming out of his azz from the sales of his jewelry pieces alone. How many rappers cop his ish? But then again 98% of those rappers are frontin' anyway, they didn't buy them and they probably fake!

Ok let me rewind this back for a minute. BMF is supposedly giving you the basis of how the largest black owned *pause* drug cartel got started and how it all fell down; hence the title.

How do I feel about Big Meech? I mean that is why you are reading this right?

I'm torn. A great journalist, reporter, interviewer whatever you wanna call it, can empathize with the person they are interviewing. Empathize, not sympathize. What I mean is the one asking the questions can subtract their emotions and manage to feel where the person is coming from. The greatest at this? Oprah. Fuck wrinkly prune-face Barbara Walters! I'm not trying to say everybody run out and sell drugs and kill a few people either. But the BMF (Black Mafia Family) started out with seeing their father and mother working their azzez off in order to support the fam and the two brothers, like all hoods across America. They didn't want to live like that so they got into the drug game and instantly became addicted to the most powerful drug - money, quick money at that. Big Meech and his brother Terry were literally night and day when it came to handling business. Don't get it twisted, they both craved the money but Meech was the show off. He had to party hard with an entourage that would make Diddy's camp sit down. As a matter of fact one of Diddy's old body guard was intermixed in there too. Meech and his people all drove around in cars half of yall can not pronounce let alone spell. Lavish homes would not do justice to how his houses were. And somewhere in the mix Meech managed to get it in with some of the hottest rappers because he wanted to be one himself. (Nelly, Young Jeezy, Gucci Mane just to name a few)

Terry, unlike his brother, hated attention. He wanted to be the front man on his operation. When millions of dollars of cocaine were shipped, he was right there making sure no one jipped him. Money needed to be collected? Yeah, he was on that one too. Meech didn't handle the cocaine or the money too much so in case he got arrested they had no link between the cocaine being distributed or money from a sale. Maybe that was the reason it took the DEA (Donut Eating Azzez) so long to capture him and hit him with ish that would send him away for a long time.

Like all too good to be true tales, this all came to an end. With all of the workers up under Meech you would think it would be easy to capture him cause you know niggas get jealous of the boss and want to outshine him eventually becoming a snitch. Whatever Meech had tho, his workers had; it was a family affair. However when niggas started to get caught, whoooooo they mouths became diarrhea. (Ugghh!) Funny how that happens. Read the book to find out more details on how that went down. Walking away from it, I really felt like Meech was a certified pimp and his 'fam' were his bitches, cause he let them do all the dirty work while he sat back eating good. I mean last time I checked that was the definition of a pimp. they should have tacked on prostitution to the list. I just call it how I see it, I don't need any residual members of the BMF to come looking for me and do me and my family in. It's just business, nothing personal.

Before I go just a few things about this chick's writing style. At times she would tell a story and then the following chapter would be something that happened before the previous chapter's events. She should have did it all in order. Also numerous times she repeated ish, felt like I had multiple deju vu moments. But it was a decent read, if you like criminal ish!

Peace and Love

whateva! ish don't change

2010-06-19T11:26:00.000-07:00

Well this apparently is my last week of school since for whatever reason they chose to discontinue my status as a full time student! Feelin' real pissed right about now. I don't understand it. I see cats all the time runnin' around gettin' things out of life they don't even deserve and I don't mean just material ish either-a decent family, someone that puts up with they ish 24/7! Here I am finally with a legit plan to start my own business, raise my kidz on my own and I still can't get it right! Everything loves to walk away from me like it never existed! That feeling of me standing still and everyone else passing me has hit me like a semi-truck!

I mean the only positive thing out of this is the fact that I can focus more on getting this website put up and my writing but it would have been a good look to have that Bach. degree in marketing next to my name. I was really learning some ish to help my business.

What ever happened to 'God helps those that helps themselves'? What a joke!

next week; on vaca

2010-06-18T12:25:00.001-07:00

I will be back next week some new work, I'm just really trying to keep my A+++++ grade so I'm focusing on my 2 papers and finals.

Real World Natsuo Kirino

2010-06-16T12:16:00.000-07:00

Author of the book Grotesque came with another one. And she kept it consistent, whether that's a bad idea or good you be the judge. Just like in Grotesque she separated the chapters by characters, except with Real World it was less like a personal conversation and more of each one's perspective on one situation - actually one murder.

The story starts right away with the act being done next door to one of four friends. The son, Worm, kills his mama one average morning. His next door neighbor calls one of her friends but quickly dismisses the idea of a possible break-in for the couple having sex. The girl goes about her business after talking briefly with neighbor's weird, slinky looking son. Only thing after she attends her cram school classes her bike is stolen along with her cell phone. Worm calls all of her friends on her contact list and admits for whatever stupid reason that he murdered his mama that morning. Instead of letting the police know the four friends become intrigued by being associated with a murderer. Slowly they realize that this is not some CSI show.

The story is kind of weird because the way the young girls talk and interact with one another you would think that it should have been put in the teen category. After you get passed that you realize that the description is dead on to a lot of the way teens interact these days, kind of self absorbed. Each girl is so distinctively cooky that even their perception of each other is off. It makes you wonder how in the hell they even stayed friends for this long. With all this going on the murder doesn't seem as significant anymore.

I loved the ending even though it is tragic, which of course I'm not going to tell you cause you need to go buy it or borrow it from the library and read it your damn self. It is a nice summer read tho.

Peace and Love

American Subversive by David Goodwillie

2010-06-13T13:46:00.000-07:00

Do you really know your friends? I mean besides the general shell of the person, i.e. their favorite color, favorite food? After reading this book I came to the conclusion that I don't. Some wise words from Ms Maya Angelou 'when someone shows their real self, believe it'. I believe that to its fullest. In society we get caught from the time we come out of our mama's womb forced fed to believe that the world with all of its materialistic signs is our reality. We walk around in our little box that is similar to other robots oblivious to a bigger...something. Forget questioning stuff that isn't a part of the American pipe dream. Until one day one small circumstance causes our colored glass window to shift slightly although the situations afterword are not as slight.

That's exactly what happened to Aidan, a popular blogger. One email shifted his blogging world. It awakened him to a world that was more meaningful, a underground world above ground. Without realizing the stakes Aidan became part of that underground where secret organizations were fighting the injustices of the world. Then in came the question I asked at the beginning, do you really know your friends? Everyone became suspect. Even though this was a fiction tale it hit way too close to home. It made me realize that what I consume daily is nothing. How do we know what these large corporations or the government is hiding? And how do we really know how our friend would react when you've stumbled across something that is borderline terrorism. We really don't.

What I liked about this book is that it perfectly explained the perspective of 2 unknown people. One whose life had been mundane that he did not realize how boring it was until he received that email with the caption under a picture 'this is Paige Roderick and she's responsible for the bombings'. The other, Paige, who fell into this because of the death of her brother whom she was close with. Opposites do attract. No this is not another sappy love story at least not in the physical sense; their connection was on another level, respect maybe. Whatever it was, you could feel it smoking out of the pages.

I love books like these that has a powerful storyline and even more explosive (no pun intended) characters. Oh and I am intrigued by the fact that the author opened a forum to marinate on ish other than so called 'reality' shows, my hood, and the media to issues that we don't see. There's a reason for everything, coincidences don't exist.

Peace and Love

Just because you do urban lit doesn't give you permission to half ass your shit!

2010-06-11T11:48:00.000-07:00

Now I know I've been out of the loop when it comes to my street lit. I mean that's what got me writing since I was...well as long as I can remember. I probably came out of my mama's womb with a pen and a pad in my hands! With that being said, what the hell has happened?! Are you people serious?! Everybody cannot and should not write hood stories or write for that matter on the topic, especially if you were not brought up in the hood.

Two days ago I started this book that I had my mouth watering for. Moth to a Flame. Great title, great cover, synopsis (description on the back of book for you Hooked on Phonics readers) on point. It's like they invested more on the outside and stopped there! You know what I'm talking about ladies, it's the summer time so the fellas got the clean big body trucks and drop tops out, system is heard way before the ride is seen. He calls you over and you all excited cause he leaning low looking delicious, then BAM! Far away brotha resemble T.I. but up close disappointingly he looking like Pitbull, chopped and screwed teeth and all! That's how I felt when I started this story.

For all my aspiring writers and established ones please understand there really might have been a reason the big wig publishing houses did not want you on their roster. I'm proud of my entrepreneurs making a gateway for us to make our mark in this publishing game, that's why I want to start my own. But get your ish together before you go plopping some hood name on a letterhead just to say you getting your hustle on!

Read up on having a business, network with other publishers, editors, and authors so you have connects so when you are ready to hop on the publishing game you have a solid business fam. Get your work out there whether thru your own blog site (like yours truly), newsletters, magazines just to name a few outlets. Don't depend solely on your friends. Half of them cannot read, most of them are 'yes' people that will not tell you your ish sucks for fear they will not be on the thank you page and the rest of them are not experts! If the highest level of education they've acquired is the sixth grade, well then Houston, we have a problem! Cause I seriously think that is what happened in this case. And say what you want; 'She ain't published nothin'!' or 'What has she done?' and 'She hatin'!' No I'm not hatin' or any of that other stuff I'm just going to tell it like it is out of love.

First off, writers need to seperate their writing from how you speak in reality. Meaning unless someone in the story is talking do not put slang in your writing. 'Pookie nem was seen walkin' down the block' is not a legitimate sentence! This is going to sound harsh but do not proudly show how ignorant you are!

Second in all of the writing books I've studied (yes, studied! I'm always looking for ways to perfect my craft) one thing that I try to accomplish is showing, not telling. I'm going to pull an example from this damn book:
'She could see that Raven was into him and
she could tell that her husband wasn't fond
of the idea at all.'
Now this example is not as bad as some of the others but it's bad enough for me to point it out. I get that her husband was angry and all but wouldn't it be better to have given me a more descriptive sentence? I can't just take your word for it that the man was mad. And how mad was he? A little? A lot?
'She felt a wave of something foul and
followed it until her eyes locked onto
her husband's face. The whites of his
eyes were crimson red. The vein in the
side of his forehead pulsated.'
You get the drift. If there is a way you can express it thru the five senses take that road instead of just simply saying 'he was mad' or 'J.J. was the best sex partner' show us why, ya feel me?

Another thing that bothers me, and I pinky swear this is it, is all hoods across this wonderful world is not the same so stop creating the same ish! Female writers tend to make the female character 'boss bitch' who is running thangs on the streets and then falls head over heals over the kingpin of the streets. The fellas tend to write about the brotha who is womanizing, into drug pushing and gets caught up resulting from greed. It's all running together, how many ways can you write the same ish? Seriously we go thru the same stuff every other race goes thru. Take a story line that seems out of place and put a hood twist to it. I promise you people will jump on it. Don't create a mediocre story just cause it's hot right now. I stepped out of my comfort zone and wrote a psychological thriller and I enjoyed it!

My point to this rant session is that now that we have somewhat of a legit piece in this writing industry and people all over the world are taking notice of our talents, lets take it to the next level. Right now it seems as though these 'urban' publishers are putting out crap just to say they have some titles under their belt! That is an ingredient to disaster. If they are picky about selecting bestsellers than so should you!

Now am I going to finish Moth to a Flame? Heeeeeeeeeellllllllllll no!

Peace and Love

What I'm up to?

2010-06-09T14:30:00.000-07:00

Lets see. As you can see I have did a little short story for you. Hope you enjoyed, it's just a lil' something something. But I do have 2 stories that I'm doing at the same time. One is a urban hood story what I have been writing way before urban lit became the ish. It will contain a lot of betrayal between best friends, murder of course, and revenge. As a matter of fact I think that is what I'm going to call it 'Sweet Revenge' or 'Poisonous Revenge' something like that.

The other story is about relationships and how even the most 'perfect relationship' can be crumbled with one little action. However before you get done dissing and cussing out the man in the story something will happen that definitely make you go 'What the F**k!'. Yeah, I shocked myself with it too. I swear my multiple personalities be coming out strong. I'm glad I figured out how to contain them all!

I also have another review that I will plug in tomorrow or Friday. This book was just as twisted as my damn head is! I've been getting into Japanese writers lately. But I'll have that for you.

Peace and Love

Ugh, finally! A Daughter's Worth written by yours truly Talia!

2010-06-07T07:06:00.000-07:00

Alright finally my butt figured out how to create my book into a PDF so everyone can enjoy. As promised A Daughter's Worth! I mean would you really kill for your mama?

Felt the need to post this again!

2010-05-26T14:27:00.000-07:00

Will you.....

I watch the many faces of my sistahs.
The look of pain, betrayel, abandonment;
all of that tattooed permanently
on their faces but not by choice.

I watch the attitudes of my sistahs.
This is their armor, their skin.
Fuck putting on foundation,
attitude is their makeup
but not by choice.

I watch the swagga of my sistahs.
You can't buy that shit from Walmart
or Abercrombie & Fitch!

Their curves sway rhythmically to their own music.
And yet you still do not notice,
is this your choice?
To leave us to raise your children
while you parade the 'prize' around the hood
where we once greased and braided your hair,
where we played hide go get it,
smoked a blunt and drunk our red kool-aid
out of the pickle jars until the street lights came on?

Are you that disconnected with yourselves?
Afraid of looking at us directly in the face
because you will only and always see the
reflections of yourself?

They are not band-aids that will cover up
the burden of carrying the world on your shoulders.
Only we can lighten that load.
Only we can help lift you, love you, relate to you,
and help fulfill your destiny of being the Kings you
all are suppose to be!

Sit down with us and chop it up a lil'.
Reconnect with us, love us!
Will you make that your choice?

Dorothy Allison's Bastard out of Carolina

2010-05-26T07:29:00.000-07:00

A woman in authority; maternal tenderness or affection. I put this because I wanted my readers, including myself, to know the universal meaning of what a mother, no excuse me, mama (any woman can be a mother but it takes a real warrior to be a mama) means. A mama has a passionate, almost obsessive love for her children. She's an entrepreneur in the business of love actually. A hustla like no other. Whatever is needed there is will be no moral code anymore, she will get it with her shoulders held back and head held so high and she will dare anybody to question her motives. She projects better than any army a country can conjure up. She will guide them with a wisdom that her ancestors has cloaked her with. Can I call myself a mama? Honestly I wrestle with that question everyday. Maybe when I'm old in my rocking chair I will have the answer.

The reason I went into that mode is because I just read this book and I needed to write my feelings on it and motherhood while my emotions were still raw.

I didn't expect this story to be this way, especially how it ended. Allison created a family so real, so unorthodoxed that literally you feel you were a Boatwright. Experiencing life Ruth Anne tells about her people. Each family member is corky and have more issues than a little bit. She painted the words so vividly with a brush full of black anger that closes your throat and drags you down to that darkness so you feel it too. And for good reason too. Her mother loved Ruth Anne with that love I described earlier, anyone could feel it. But boy did sh make some unimaginable choices! I don't agree with her actions, I don't even hold any sympathy for her. I relate strongly with Ruth Anne.

A love should not by any means be bargained when it involves kids, no matter how much you want that supposed 'good love' Please read this!

Peace and Love

http://ambitionissexy.com/

2010-05-25T09:02:00.000-07:00

Ok, so I am in support of my people but not just my people but the ones who really have something to say about some real ish, owning our own business which if you get a chance scroll on over to clutch magazine.com because it has a outrageous article on some of the things that are not really blacked owned - depressing. But anywho, I just got off this new website created by CZAtheCEO.com and read a article on why um, rich or somewhat wealthy brothas do not go for less than stellar is his words black women. Feeling some type of way. I know I try to gear this site toward writing but I had to say this was a little disappointing. Women, my black sistahs, don't fall for this ignant ish! Not all women need to be this iddy bitty bitch with the ribs touching, etc etc! I'm not a model broad but damn it I love my thickness - 5'3", 165lbs, a bitch is working it! Young-minded men, fall back!

10 Things You Thought Were Black Owned — But Aren’t | Clutch Magazine: The Digital Magazine for the Young, Contemporary Woman of Color

2010-05-25T08:29:00.000-07:00

10 Things You Thought Were Black Owned — But Aren’t | Clutch Magazine: The Digital Magazine for the Young, Contemporary Woman of Color

Hill Harper in The Conversation

2010-05-23T13:55:00.000-07:00

Ok my lovely sistahs and brothas, I'm about to school you once again on some real ish. This book is definitely a breath of fresh air, especially since the issue of why successful, middle aged black women are having such a difficult time getting a black man to marry her has been the hot azz topic recently. I know plenty of white women who are not married, are they being interviewed on 'Good Morning America'? It's none of anybody's buzinezz if we get marred by a certain age. What happened to the black family motto, 'what goes on in this house, stays in this house'? And all of these desperate looking women sitting on these lame talk shows pouring their hearts out, whimpering and whining about their dilemma need to wake up and realize that these people don't give a damn! You are just the hot topic of the moment.

The people that you need to be talking to are the brothas. I mean ain't that the source of our supposed 'problem'? I mean isn't that one of our problems when we're in our relationships, we run to our girlfriends, mama, hell a chick in the waiting area while we are waiting for our name to be called at the welfare office? LOL. In actuality, we should be talking to our 'kings' and men to their 'queens' about what's bothering us in the relationship. Yeah, I said it, I'm guilty of it my damn self. But it's time to stop having everyone and your neighbor in your relationships; the majority of them are miserable old heifas who wants you to be right along with them. Miserable. Misery loooooovvvvvvvves company! Which leads me to this wonderful book written by this sexual chocolate of a man by the name of Hill Harper. (so upset that I can't watch CSI anymore. Damn digital and that raggety antenna!)

I'm proud that there is a black man who is willing to open up the lines of communication for us sistahs and brothas. I applaud him for not putting the blame on either side but giving it to us real by admitting his own faults in his past relationships. Reading how he feels about relationships and his mentality on the opposite sex made me have a Oprah 'ah-ah' moment. Men are not that different from us women when it comes to what we want in relationships to make us happy.

He holds conversations with both men and women on topics like interracial dating (yall know how I feel about that), stereotypes that we have about each other, the baggage we carry around with us, cheating, our fears and most importantly our lack of communicating with each other. Trust me the conversations get gritty so prepare yourself and open your mind.

Did you know that we are the one race that lacks communication among each other? That's crazy considering we have been thru slavery together, segregation, just to name a few. How do you think we survived thru all of this? Hello, togetherness people!

You don't see true black love anymore and it's depressing. Hopefully with the Obamas in office we can catch up and rebuild our communities. We are the leading race when it comes to single parent homes. That is not an accomplishment we should be proud of. Come on people, we need to get us back. Back to loving one another, communicating, living like the kings and queens we were meant to be! Get with your boo and open this book and your mouths. I have the confidence that we can. Hello, Beyonce and Jay figured it out. So did Will and Jada, Mary J and her boo, lets do this.

Peace and Love

Editing

2010-05-21T13:36:00.001-07:00

I finally finished my short story that I will be givin' to you thru eBook status here in a minute. I'm editing it so that I like what I give you and you like it too.

Hope everyone have a great weekend. Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

Be about your business, I can't stress this enough people!

2010-05-19T12:10:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I borrowed this book from the library because as I was going thru my future competition I realized that I'm worried about the wrong things right now. Yeah I can start my own publishing business but since I don't have any publishable works under my belt who is going to want to sign with my company? That's why I'm trying to continue giving you different pieces of my work and doing free eBooks on the regular, now that I'm done with this retchet algebra class I can focus on that! But anywho, I ran across this book to your left and thought I would just put it out there for anyone who is considering doing a publishing business. I mean this book has every form you can possibly imagine and you don't have to sit at some copying store and pay 10 cents for each sheet you wanna print out, they have a CD in the back that is included and you can download all of them to a disk or your personal laptop like I did.

Again like I stressed yesterday, don't go into any hustle half steppin' or you will be half steppin' it to the unemployment office or down your block with your head held real low because you were too arrogant to take heed to what I'm saying. Please visit my guy at dreamandhustle.com cause he is on that serious hustle tip and he has some decent words for anyone trying to come up from where they are at right now and mean it. Peace and love.

Exhausted

2010-05-18T10:16:00.000-07:00

I have taken the whole day to check out different websites, specifically in the publishing business, and a bish is tired and it's only 1p but I've been here since 9a. I shouldn't be complaining because in order for me to start my publishing company I'm going to need to do my homework. And this is the lesson for today people, I know that a lot of you want to start their own business and I'm not just talking about publishing either, this is just in general information; hustla to hustla. DO YOUR HOMEWORK! Let me say that again, DO YOUR HOMEWORK! What I mean when I say that is whatever business you want to start up, don't get cocky and think that you know everything and there is nothing that you need to learn. F that. If you stop learning, you're dead - period! Life is learning, didn't you watch Higher Learning?! LOL! With that being said let me go further into what I'm talking about.

Have you wondered how some people start businesses or start a movement that becomes this big thing that everyone wants and has to buy, however when you look at it you see that it isn't any different from the 30 other replicas that you have chillin' at home? Why the hell did that person get all of the attention or why has that business been able to capitilize on whatever they are selling? Recently I read a post on NecoleBitchie.com on my girl Nicki Minaj and how she is copying Lil' Kim's style. I think that Necole made a very good point, no one can get mad because she idolizes Lil' Kim and she was smart enough to sit down, study what she did to make it into the business and then make her style her own. Isn't that what everyone else is doing anyway?! This is what I'm talking about. I've been looking at every publishing company that I can (a little disappointed that there are not many african american publishers but we are about to change that) and I'm studying them meticulously, yeah I said it go look that word up. I wanna know what the hell they are doing to be successful because I don't want to be this company that I'm building to be a success and then 2 years later you don't hear about me anymore. No, I want to create a brand, I want money to flow in regularly ya feel me, cause I got kidz and they need to eat and go to college.

Do not get swept up in this overnight success ish that everyone and they mama are doing. Stay focused. It may take longer to start it up but it will be worth it. I'm proud of myself because I'm doing something that I'm enjoying doing, not fitting into this little mold that some people want me to fit in (you know who you are, and trust me you will not be on my thank you page when my book come out). I also realized after looking thru these websites is that I'm doing things backwards, I'm focusing way too much on my website and its contents when I need to be focusing on contracts, what I need to do when I want to sign someone to my publishing company and how the hell am I going to pay them and market them. Most people when they come into the writing game expect to be paid an advance, I need to stack my money up so I can do that because just like I said earlier, people got families to feed. I'll get it together, just keep me in your thoughts.

Here are some publishers that I've looked thru. Take the time to check them out:
Augustus Publishing
The Cartel Publications
Triple Crown Publications
Life Changing Books
Ghettoheat
Flowers in Bloom Publishing
Melodrama Publishing

Richard North Patterson in The Final Judgment

2010-05-17T14:05:00.000-07:00

This one right here is a must have and read! Late last night I finished The Final Judgment by Richard Patterson and rarely will I find a book with so much going on but not giving me the feeling that the author definitely was suffering from ADHD. You know when people put the title 'lyrical genius' on a rap artist? Well we are going to call him poetic genius (that's all I could come up with LOL).

This exquisitely tasting thriller focuses on a lawyer who is about to become the Court of Appeals, a.k.a. the highest level a person can get as far as being a judge goes, which she was nominated by the President. I loved how he sprinkled in a conversation initiated by the President like he was Uncle Pookie from up the block.

Right off the bat without even having a banner flying in your face you know something is about to go down from the way he describes Caroline Masters. She grew to become this wall of concrete (just like every black woman in the hood) thanks to her family and their skeleton in the closet secrets, especially her emotionless, self centered domineering father Channing Masters. This one has no problems throwing his family dynasty around to get things done his way as the reader finds out throughout the story.

Patterson weaves in past memories or scenes of Caroline's life as she goes back home to represent her 'niece' that was arrested for murdering her first love on the Channing's large property. Only Caroline soon realizes that she should not have come back but stayed in California where she resided at since the age of twenty-three.

I'm surprised that Patterson was able to write in a woman's perspective without making her the typical damzel in distress many male writers do, or unrelatable to the female population. I would definitely coin her as a pitbull in a skirt, easy. If you thought your ghetto azz family from the Eastside has some problems, trust me after reading this book you'll think your family is the Jones's from the Hamptons!

Definitely a five star book! (Get it!)

Peace and Love.

Under The Beetle’s Cellar by Mary Willis Walker (book review)

2010-05-15T11:11:00.000-07:00

Under the Beetle's Cellar Another read under my belt. I finished Under The Beetle's Cellar. Now do you want the good news or bad news first? Damn, I feel like I'm firing someone not giving a book review.

But anywho, did I enjoy this book? It was aight. The plot was cool but the characters didn't do it for me. Ok so the story is about a group of school kids and a bus driver who got kidnapped by this Waco mini-me by the name of Samuel Mordecai. He thinks in his own little mind that he is the Chosen One because he was abandoned as a baby and was found wrapped in some kind of Beast blanket, etc. etc. So he takes these kids and bury them underground in an abandoned school bus so they can be purified once the fifty days are up; so the purpose of the story is to see if the kids can escape alive.

I would have liked Ms. Walker to have put in the scene where the kids got snatched up instead of revisiting it by the bus driver's memory. I don't know why this lunatic chose this particular group of kids or why he let some of them off the bus before taking them to his compound, nothing. I do know this that if he had went to the hood to snatch up some kids, this story never would have happened. He would have brought them bad azzez back after a half hour! And then in the middle of the story, one of the kids had a knife! Why didn't you use it?! I know, I know, this is a fictional story but damn, make it a little believable and entertaining. I just think the story went on longer than it was suppose to, 310 pages longer. I felt like I had experienced a disappointing bootycall.

I will only give this one one and a half books. But it's your choice if you want to read it. I'm just the messenger!

Free e-book!

2010-05-14T14:06:00.000-07:00

Thought that would catch your attention. I'm almost through with my short story that I will be posting on this site as an e-book for free. I haven't decided on the title I'm bouncing around between titles but I will leave you with this question so you can get some idea of what it is about....

Would you kill for your mama?

Apologies

2010-05-11T12:10:00.000-07:00

I know that I haven't been focusing too much time on this blog but I have been taking my Algebra class by storm and putting all of my time into it because I refuse to fail again. I'm not good with math, we have a love/hate relationship, (more hate on my end) so that's where I'm at right now. This is my final week in the class so once it's over I will be able to split my time up better like I was doing before this class popped back up in my life. Luv yall. See you in a week with some hot ish.

I'm about my business...And you need to be about yours too!

2010-05-06T10:21:00.000-07:00

Listen up because I'm about to put you onto some serious ish. A couple of weeks ago I announced that I was going to start my own publishing company. (Yeah go ahead and scroll down and read that post real quick among others. I'll wait for you to get finished.)

Alright now back to some business. Everybody by now know I'm a writer, I love it, it's my passion, what I'm hungry for, all that rolled into one. I'm all about people finding their true talent and capitalizing on that talent. I mean go hard with it. Within the last few weeks I've been ingesting as much information on starting a business and now as I go thru this journey I'm going to let you know how you can start that business that's been in the back of your heads. Don't be a 'dreamer', basically running your gums about a hustle you are trying to get up and running but don't do a damn thing to get you to that point of actually starting it.

Of all of the books I've read so far I recommend you get up on a book called The Small Business Start-Up Kit written by Peri H. Pakroo J.D. This is the one stop information shop all in one book. It breaks down every legal aspect of starting a business, from naming your business, writing the business plan, where to get funds for your business, creating a brand, I mean the list goes on and on. On top of all that, a CD is included where you can print out all of the forms needed to start it up. The language is a little intimidating at first but get over it - quickly. I strongly suggest, no demand everyone to purchase this book and you can do that through Amazon.com or just click the link to it to save your fingers some time. I also recommend to pick up any business book that relates to your goals. It won't hurt you, it will only build on what you already know. A few tips to remember:

1. Don't go at this process half steppin'. Just because you have the mentality of a hustla doesn't mean you can hop over some steps and decide that you'll learn it after you get the business running. You minds well hang up the towel now! You not that damn smart!

2. Know your market and competition. You know the saying 'Keep your friends close and your enemies closer'? If you're selling meat products it's not smart to walk into a vegan spot. You will get kicked out. And the most powerful marketing strategy is word of mouth. Trust me, one bad comment will spread like a California wild fire. Check out who else is doing what you are trying to do and see what they did, then one up them and do it better than them; no matter how big that business is.

3. Don't use the lack of funds as an excuse to be lazy. There are plenty of other options besides banks to get money. Some businesses give out money to aspiring entrepreneurs if they know you're serious and organized. Start locally with your city such as the Chamber of Commerce, non-profit organizations, churches, etc. Here's a few websites to get you started:
                                     www.sba.gov
                                     www.asbdc-us.org
                                     mbda.gov

Another thing, don't let anyone talk you out of doing what you are trying to do, especially if you're unemployed and trying to do it. Everyone is not going to see your vision for what it is like you do so chuck the deuces to the haters, thank them for their concerns and keep it moving! Just because it's not their ideal of what a job should be doesn't mean it's a bad idea. Don't adopt that mentality. Trust me the hard work will pay off.

Keep hustlin'
Peace and Love

Damn letters and numbers!

2010-04-30T06:30:00.000-07:00

I know that I haven't been on the grind with my site here but I got a logical explanation - algebra. I failed this class once and I'm not about to do that again. So I will get my ish together and have some new material for yall in a minute. Peace and Love.

One time for Mzscribble!

2010-04-27T08:26:00.000-07:00

I always love reading other people's work, especially my own people. And I have no problem giving them their due. I want yall to check out a young sistah that I came across on youtube. On her site she has videos of her reciting her own work. She's all about empowering sistahs and have them wake up from the mentality that we have adopted within the years; that our weaves make us or how we are quick to judge another female when they approach (yes I have did that several times. I do it so much that I don't even realize when I'm doing it anymore & that's sad). As a young black female I've created that mentality. I think I need weave to get a man to approach me or just conform to what we see on tv, internet, etc and assume that all of that garbage is how I need to be to attract anyone. And it's not always about getting someone but about how we feel about ourselves. Strip away all of this shit we cover ourselves with on a daily basis to prevent from dealing with the true self - our soul truth, and see what you get. You may not even recognize yourself. Say at least one compliment to yourself and to another sistah. Stop walking around with a scowl on your face, stop using outside sources to define you and fill your mind with garbage, smile damn! Now I understand why men will walk up to me and say smile, it will change your outlook. Incorporate what she says, 'I'm interested in never confirming. I belong to God not to the standards set forth by men'. Chuuuuch!

Anyway check this girl out, she speaking the truth whether you want to hear it or not: www.youtube.com/mzskribble

And she came with Anita Baker on her site. Yall don't know nothing about that!

‘The Denzel Principle, Why Black Women Can’t Find Good Black Men’

2010-04-25T09:59:00.001-07:00

Yeah, that's the title. I couldn't make this shit up if I tried. A few days ago I was searching through my main library for something, I forgot what I was looking for but anywho I came across this book. Disregarding what I was originally looking for I decided to check it out, strictly for entertainment purposes though. I mean why else would a young, single black woman take time out of her busy schedule of starting a publishing company, going to school, writing, raising kids, etc., etc., to read this literary work of art? (Pause for repetitive dry heaves) What's the big deal with us black women and our personal lives or according to CNN, ABC and all the other big tyme news outlets the lack of one? Since when has it become a contagious, disability to be unmarried at 30? 40? 45? Does anyone question any other race of their personal decisions? Are we…

Damn I'm going to need to focus! 'The Denzel Principle', right. My original plan was to read the whole book and then write a review but the author Jimi Izrael (fitting name by the way) pumped the brakes on that idea real quick. The first page alone is enough to write a whole webpage alone! It starts out with him pulling into the driveway of him and his second wife's home as she and her new 'man' if that's what you want to call him after how the author has described him, are taking everything the author has purchased for his family during their marriage. He goes in on both of his ex-wives and that's a nice way to put it. He proudly bashes black women for wanting to 'change' every black man we come across. I love his theory on us seeking to 'fix' black men while white women take the brothas as they are and are perfectly content. Wow! Just when I thought we can save anotha brotha from hopping onto the other side because of a few bad relationships, he goes and says ain't nothing better than a black woman. Whew, that was close.

(Let me put this in before I have a lot of hate messages on my Facebook page and blog site from all of my white girlfriends. Do I have a problem with interracial dating? Only when I hear brothas disrespecting all black women and putting us in the category of being too loud, not submissive enough (or easy), gold-diggin', conniving, uneducated, should I go on? How can you say all black women are like that? Oh, and I forgot angry. Now I am an angry bitch I will admit, but I'm angry for different reasons than what a man may think. Is it right that I go into my relationships with this chip on my shoulders, no it's not; however sit down with me and have a conversation with a sistah before you automatically dismiss me as one of them angry black girls. Hell I gotta enough on my plate as it is, but to have my own people throw me away is a little disturbing. Unless your name is Lil' Wayne and you literally have fucked every girl in the world you cannot say all black women are like that. And it's just sad that you have to go that far to say ignorant shit like that anyway. You minds well slap yourself, slap your mama, and slap all of the black people back in the day that have fought and died for you black men to date these white women without getting lynched, at least not physically anyway. Can anyone say Tiger Woods?)

Ok now that I have that out of my system, shall I go on? Just when I thought that he was going to fill us with 300 pages of rants and rages of what is wrong with black women he decided to go intellectual. One point that interested me was when he described how Kevin Powell, Mr. Real World, is raking some serious dough for filling our heads with how a black man should be, yada, yada, yada. I can't get mad at anyone's hustle but at the expense of his own people? Let me see some physical proof he is bettering our community when it comes to eliminating abuse in relationships and bettering the black man, physically, spiritually, and emotionally because there is nothing better than a black man. He gets points for admitting that he was a womanizer, ok so now what are you doing to make sure other brothas are getting the help they need to get out of that mentality, ya feel me?

And back to that whole idea of 'fixing' a brotha thing! WTF? He did break down what a lot of brothas go thru and how we, yes I said we, feel that we need to change certain things like being a black man is like being a disobedient child in need of disciplining or molded into this perfect little package or 'The Dizzle' in his words. Get the book to get a description of what The Dizzle is. Ok, I admit, maybe subconsciously I go into a relationship wanting to kiss the man's boo-boo, throw some antibiotic ointment on it, cover it with a 'Superman' band-aid and hope and pray his flaws don't leave a hideous scar that I have to look at every single day for the rest of my damn life! So sue a bitch! Yes I want a black man who, in Jimi's words, who will work, play, fuck, cook, and clean with me. I don't want my man to be my girlfriend like some of these bitches do! Where they do that at? '…if a woman meets a man who won't respect them they shouldn't try to change him. They should move on and let that simple motherfucker live his life: easy.' I like my mama's version better, '…if a man can lie in your bed and have sex with you but watch you struggle and not help you, he ain't shit!' Ahhhhh, I'm with you when you're right.

To be continued…

Get Started - Black Business Women Online

2010-04-21T07:51:00.000-07:00

Get Started - Black Business Women Online

More than just urban lit.

2010-04-20T09:16:00.000-07:00

I am proud that I can actually walk into a book store, a large one like Borders or Barnes & Noble, and see that there are black authors in the forefront of the store happily competing with their white counterparts. I mean that's big; one of these days I will have my novel up there, chillin' on the bestsellers list for a minute knocking everyone out the box. But until then I'm cool with admiring these published authors.

Now that we have managed to make a dent into the publishing industry I would like to point out an important lil' fact - black authors can write more than just street novels. Don't get it twisted I luv my street lit, hell that was what I wrote growing up before street lit became what it is, but I want readers to realize that we are more than that. We have the same issues that everyone else goes thru and we can write about it too. (gasp!)

One of my favorite authors Tananarive Due is a brilliant writer. She writes on everyday life but with a southern, voo-doo type feel that makes the reader question whether the plot is real or not. Brandon Massey, specializes in horror, Zane (I know all of you reading now have at least one book written by this woman in your house, so don't front like you don't! LOL) the erotic queen, and the lists goes on and on. Unfortunately we do have to dig a little deeper to find these authors sometime but do what you gotta do to read these wonderful artists.

Oh and I cannot forget the o.g.'s who paved the way for the current writers to be taken seriously as writers: Langston Hughes, Zora Neale Hurston, Maya Angelou, Toni Morrison, please read up on them. I know some of you have just graduated from Hooked on Phonics but in order for us to know about our future and our purposes, you need to understand and be grateful for what African American writers accomplished when no one believed in them.

Peace and Love.

Grown Woman On

2010-04-15T09:15:00.000-07:00

I figured out why I've been feelin' the way I have been feelin'. Like I said I'm not depressed or anything like that I think I have come to a point where I had to step back and see what I needed to change or do to get thangs poppin'. And I got it! My goal, which everyone who knows me know, is to be a successful writer and to have my own publishing business. Last nite I had a Oprah 'ah-ha' moment and came to the conclusion that I need to go ahead and do the damn thang. It's not goin' to be easy, but what isn't that's worth gaining in life?

I need to get my grown woman on and hustle to make it happen for me and my kids. I'm seeing people who I love around me handlin' they business & I feed off of that. I'm not a kid anymore, I'm 30, with 2 kids, still worryin' toooooooooooooo much about what other people think about each move I make and I can't do that anymore. So here I go, wish me luck.

Peace and Love.

2010-04-14T09:17:00.000-07:00

This is a public service announcement to my readers! I know my book 'Without Consent' deals with an extremely sensitive subject - rape; however, this is not a fiction novel what I'm about to say to you. Recent claims have surfaced saying that 10% of rapes are not being reported. That may be a small number but imagine for a minute you are among that 10%. That could easily be your mama, girl, sister, aunt or anyone who have influenced who you are today. Marinate on that. Be their advocate now, not after the rape.

I read a great non-fiction book about a month ago about a young man who was incarcerated for damn near most of his life. First chapter he admitted to raping his black sistahs to prepare him for raping white women. This is the image a lot of young men are having of us. Please my sistahs of all races become aware of what's going on and fight. Fight for friends, family, daughters, yourself.

I do wanna address some stupid ish men will say to switch the blame on this hideous act:

1. "I paid for your dinner, you owe me!" You don't owe him shit!

2. We're married! You are suppose to give it to me whenever I ask for it!" If you say 'no', married or not he needs to respect your wishes - period.

3. You wanted it too, I mean look what you got on! WTF?! So since we're on the clothes subject, if a man walks around with his draws showing do that give me the right to grab your dick?

It saddens me that my people are mentally enslaved in their own minds. This is the worse kind of slavery. That we can actually let this happen in our communities, let alone contribute to it. What are we telling our kids? Rape is not cool, it damages a person emotionally. It's a false sense of power. Redirect that power toward building up our community not tearing it down with our bare hands.

And please wrap it up,
get tested &
get knowledge!

Peace & Love

Warmth

2010-04-14T09:05:00.000-07:00

I want you
I want the smoothness of your mocha colored stomach
that quivers under my touch

I want your arms wrapped
around my body sealing the last
piece to my puzzle

I want my thick thighs
wrapped around your waist
pulling you to my body,
your tattoo on the right side of your chest
intermingling with mine
as though they were performing an erotic, forbidden dance

The intensity of your eyes
exposes the emotions I swore I wouldn't have

Keri Hilson was right,
Sometimes love comes around & knocks you down

I crave your lips,
lips that part when I'm around making me wonder,
was that for me?

The curve of your back side,
chocolate hills
forming a King's body,
moves fluidly to an imagined song

Damn I want all of you
even if it is for only one night.

It Is Rape Culture | Clutch Magazine: The Digital Magazine for the Young, Contemporary Woman of Color

2010-04-13T09:45:00.000-07:00

It Is Rape Culture | Clutch Magazine: The Digital Magazine for the Young, Contemporary Woman of Color

Dream and Hustle

2010-04-13T07:09:00.000-07:00

Sorry, I had to borrow Mr. DreamandHustle.com's title for a minute because of something he posted a minute ago. Don't quite remember what the topic was exactly about but I do remember something that was stated about you cannot consider yourself a hustla if you are not producing money. Basically you runnin' around sayin' a lot of things that you are tryin' to do but not really producin' anything out of all of those thangs. I get that. Although I don't consider myself lazy, or blowin' hot air about what I do and what I want to accomplish as a writer I get it. So I decided to rearrange some things so I can get established as a writer and that is to be a freelance writer. Do you know how many magazines are out there hiring freelancers? I could of been doin that for some chump change while I'm building my resume! That's alright, sometimes Diamondz get a lil dirty, just dust it off and keep movin.

Last name 'eva', First name 'greatest'.

Off?

2010-04-12T11:22:00.000-07:00

Have you ever felt like you are standing still while everyone else is speeding by at full speed; uncatchable? That's how I'm feeling right now. It's not necessarily a negative feeling it's just that I feel like I have to step my game up but how? Yes I wish that I would have made moves a long time ago, but it is what it is. I wish that I had more for my family but again, it is what it is. But I look at this moment right now and I wouldn't want to change it for nothing in the world. Mentally I'm satisfied but not too comfortable to handle my business and make things happen. I'll get it together. Peace and Love.

Over

2010-04-12T09:33:00.000-07:00

I luv this cat. Even though he does look like my baby daddy, I can't get mad at his hustle. I'm glad that even though the President is locked up for a minute Young Money still handlin' they business.

Somethin' for the fellas.

2010-04-08T10:44:00.000-07:00

I was re-reading my lil' story I did a minute ago, LOL Ssshh! Be quiet!? Remember that? Go ahead and scroll down to the story and take your cold shower before coming back to this post. LOL. Anywho, I realized that the story was geared more toward the ladies and I don't wanna leave my sexy fellas out so I promise within the next few days I will have something laced for you too. It might be too hot for tv, internet, whateva.

Can I get a moment of silence.....

2010-04-07T13:33:00.000-07:00

I know that I'm suppose to just talk about writing, how to come up in the industry, and all of that wonderful stuff. But I wanted to pause the game for a minute because I've not looked on the internet for 24 hours and apparently within that time span some serious 9 levels of hot mess has happened in the entertainment world. My absolutely favorite site Necolebitchie.com posted 3 things that I thought needed to be recognized considering that I am a female I thought I should speak on it quickly and then keep it movin'.

First story I thought was a damn mess is the story on the Basketball wives or whateva the hell they are suppose to be! Now I don't know these women personally but just looking at the trailer made me mad as hell! I live in the hood and see fights like that all the time, can I get a show because I act like a ignant heifa?! Is this how we black women have resorted to? I'm tired of seeing what car you drive, or clothes you rock, or who you screwin' to get up in this show?! Damn I sound like I'm hatin' uh? Shit it is what it is.

This story is not that bad but in a way it is. When I get married, I'm rockin' the ring my husband gives me and I expect the same thing with him. Don't think that we are about to get married and you still walking around here with a ringless finger? You have lost your damn mind! It's not about the ring but I'll be damn if I have you runnin' around here free as a bird! What did Mary J say, "You can try to act single if you want to...." sidewink.

Last story of foolery. Can somebody tell that lil' hooker from Cheetah girls to sit down or somethin'. Black women, listen and listen good, don't sell yourself short and try to be somethin' that you are not. I don't know if this girl is even legal but her single is talkin' about gettin' drunk and having unprotected sex with some random dude from a club?! Do STDs not ring a bell? AIDS? Pregnancy? Where is her mama?!

That's all I needed to say. I feel better now. LOL.

:(

2010-04-05T09:28:00.001-07:00

Had some disturbing news. I didn't get the book deal that I wanted but that's ok. I just need to grind harder and figure out what I can do to get myself out there and make what I already know how to do betta, know what I'm sayin'. I'll get it together.

Will you.....

2010-04-02T12:50:00.000-07:00

Everyday I'm hustlin'

2010-04-01T07:56:00.000-07:00

I put this put because I want people to know that this is what it is! Period! You hungry about something, you passionate about something, go get it! I made the mistake of falling into that category of being comfortable with life and doing shit cause someone else told me to do it or because I'm a single mama and I have to do whateva to take care of my kids. Now don't get it twisted, my kids are well taken care of, can I do better? Of course! That's what drives me to do what I'm doing now! I'm blessed. A lot of people will walk around like zombies for the rest of their lives and not know their God given talent, I'm not that person. I'm not comfortable with this robot shit either! I gotta get! I will take risks! In the words of Jay-Z, I WILL NOT LOSE!

Feelin' some type of way................

2010-04-01T07:24:00.000-07:00

Ok, so I've been a little bit upset for a minute and yesterday I think I reached my lil' breaking point. I luv my people, I really do. Thing is I've had this blog site for almost a year now and have I gotten one comment, one? Hell no! People tell me on the regular how my writing is good blah, blah, blah, blah, but not nam one of yall are commenting on my website. It's not like you don't see the URL cause I put it on my email signature, facebook probably tired of me posting it so many times, like who the hell does she think she is? I tell people in person, nothing! So that right there is telling me that I must suck to you guys and you're playin' fake in my face which I definitely don't like. When I put some raunchy shit on my facebook I get comments all day but when I ask for a little support, just a little, I'm not about to kiss any azz or nothing don't get it twisted, but damn, fa real? Is this how my people gone treat a bish?! I need that support from my people. This is my hustle, this is what I luv to do, I'm hungry right now! It may not be the traditional way of gettin' money, but it makes me happy. Whateva....................!

Sex, sex, sex! Oh and Lil' Wayne! What a wonderful combination!

2010-03-31T15:09:00.000-07:00

THE MAKING OF "DROP THE WORLD" LIL WAYNE FT EMINEM from DERICK G on Vimeo.

Gotta luv sex! Ssshh! Be quiet! (part 3-finale)

2010-03-31T14:47:00.000-07:00

“That’s beautiful,” she heard herself say.

He turned around; his brown eyes alert, open, as though realizing for the first time that he had an audience. He stood over her admiring her butterscotch skin. His strong painted hands outlined the contour of her face. Trish felt the wet paint smear on her skin. She leaned her body forward so he could reach her better. She allowed him to guide her face in both of his hands up until she was on her knees; the whole time both were maintaining eye contact. Her hands accidentally went into a puddle of blood red and brown paint. The cool liquid extinguished some of the hotness radiating off of her body but not all of the way. She wrapped her hands around his waist lifting up his wife-beater. The smell of musk and paint filled her nose as she pressed her face into his six-pack. A low growl slipped out of his mouth when Trish washed his stomach with her tongue. Her lips were so soft to him. She managed to untie the strings to his pants with her teeth. They fell right down to his ankles. Trish was pleased with what she saw in front of her. Inside of his boxer briefs his manhood snaked down the side of his leg. Her mouth began to water.

Before she could open her gift, he took a hold of her shoulder length hair and tugged her head backwards. Her bottom lip poked itself out slightly and mischief clouded her eyes. “Not yet,” he demanded. He liked to be in control. This time he got on his knees right along with her and kissed her exposed shoulder. His hand slipped under her silk shirt and gently pinched her rock hard mounds. She dug her face into his dreads to cover her moaning. He felt her whole body vibrate. The flimsy material of her top slipped off easily. Now it was his turn to smile at the work of art before him. “You are absolutely beautiful,” he whispered before taking one of her breasts into his mouth. Trish did not have time to control herself; a loud unfamiliar sound came from her mouth. The thickness of his dreads could no longer hold her screams. Back and forth he gave her breasts attention until he about burst in his briefs.

He peeled her skinny jeans off of her. Her juices blended in with the paints that she was swimming in. He continued to taste test her whole body, not leaving one part untouched by his tongue; all the while kneading his fingers into her skin giving her the massage her body needed. He tenderly kissed her inner thighs sending her legs shaking even before he kissed her sweet jewels.

“Oh my God!” she gasped. Trish looked down toward him; his handprints were literally all over her body. In between a few strands of dreads she could see him eyeing every move she made. She begged him to stop; she was afraid to let go; afraid of what her body would do. Within seconds a powerful wave of pleasure shook her whole body into convulsions. The whole room spun; all of the different shades of colors blended in with each other. She felt as if she was having an out of body experience. This continued for what felt like an eternity. When she regained her strength, she managed to push him onto the floor and straddled him.

“Your turn.” Trish stripped his briefs off in one quick swift move. His chocolate manhood stood at attention, ready for her to explore. She said a little prayer before sliding down the thick pole; never has she had anything this massive before. But she happily accepted the challenge. Her walls wrapped tightly around him like a glove. She spread his chest with paint as she slowly rode him. His face showed pleasure.

“Look at me,” he demanded. “I want you to see me cum.” Everything in the room disappeared. She was not embarrassed anymore nor was she afraid. She had never had this kind of a connection with a man in her life; she made it her mission to please him. She craved it. Both of their bodies intertwined with each other creating a beautiful art sculpture like an original Mona Lisa painting. He grabbed a hold of her thick thighs and the rode into pure ecstasy together.

Trish lay on his chest, both trying to catch their breaths. Reality struck her. She didn’t even know this man, who was he and what was he doing in the library after closing hours? As if reading her mind he wrapped his muscular arms around her petite waist and kissed her forehead. She laid there listening to his heart beat until hers became one with his. Who gave a damn, she told herself.

Three weeks later…

Trish had not been to the library ever since her little secret rendezvous, but today she decided to come back with a group of her girlfriends to check out the art exhibit that they were hosting. The theme, depictions of black women. As she walked through the exhibit, paintings of all sorts of African-American women in different poses embraced the canvases. She took her time eyeing each piece. She could not help but look at the eyes of the women. They seemed very familiar, but she kept on looking like everyone else. The longer she walked around the more she notice strangers eyeing her. At first she brushed it off but eventually found out the reason for the stares. At the opposite end of where she stood was the largest canvas of all. She gasped as she stared up at her reflection. Every detail of her body from her face, the curve of her thick thighs and the ample roundness of her behind were looking back at her. Her eyes on the painting popped out exposing a part of her that she had been trying to hide for years as a result of all of the bad relationships she has experienced, but the way it was depicted in this painting made her rethink to reconnect with that side of her that needed to be unleashed. The memory of that day came up front and center and she smiled. Fifteen minutes later she walked out of that exhibit with the same smile concealing a secret that no one else can know about.

I write naked!

2010-03-31T09:26:00.000-07:00

I thought I was the only person who does this! Now I don't want people coming to my window at night thinkin' they are about to get a peek cause it's not goin' to happen. You get a A for effort. No but seriously there is something about writing butt azz naked, plus I'm not too fond of clothes anyway. But next time you have to write something try it. Hell you and your boo could try it tonite. Spice up some thangs.

New name, new look, got to keep it fresh!

2010-03-31T09:10:00.000-07:00

And I'm not talking about my cookies either, although I will say that, that is as fresh, and squeaky clean as, well you know. But I had to change the name of the blog because I'm a Gemini and personally, YB&W was a tad bit boring. Maybe Diamondz will attract some people.

Sssh! Be Quiet! (Part 2)

2010-03-30T11:24:00.001-07:00

Her legs were paralyzed. Through her thin shirt she felt her nipples come at attention pointing at want they wanted. Her breathing rose and fell in quick gasps.

“Are you goin’ to come in or you just goin’ to stand there in the hallway?” a deep voice sang.

Trish jerked back, swinging her head back and forth trying to find where the source of the voice came from. When she turned her attention back to the doorway, the beautiful chocolate sculpture stood in front of her. Suddenly her lungs decided to forget how to breathe.

“May I help you?”

Trish felt his body heat radiating off of his skin, wrapping itself around her like a blanket. His chocolate eyes undressed every emotion that she tried to hide.

“I uh, how did…”

“Saw you on camera,” he answered for her.

Trish bit her bottom lip. Her mission of getting out went out the door with everything else. His large artist hand slid into her and guided her further into the nearly empty room. All around were canvases of all sizes. Trish detached herself from him. Beautiful depictions of ethnic women of all shades were drawn on most of them but none of them were finished. The intensity in the women’s eyes was eerily real. A mixture of sadness, compassion, and many other emotions that women carry but never express outwardly were shown and felt. Their stories vibrated off the pages. She felt his eyes piercing into her back as she walked around. In the corner of her eyes she noticed how he leaned up against a wall with his arms crossed over his chest. She smiled to herself. That wife-beater did not do him justice. All of his muscles screamed out for her. She finally worked her way back over to him.

“You’re good. How come you haven’t finished any of them?”

At first he did not answer; he scrunched up his face as if contemplating the right answer. “I haven’t found what I wanted to draw.” His juicy lips looked like tootsie rolls. They parted exposing snow white teeth. Trish’s legs turned into boiled spaghetti.

“Can I watch you paint?”

The mysterious man did not answer. Instead he strolled over to the canvas that he was working on and continued painting. Trish sat down behind him on the floor among the paints to watch his body move. She watched the transformation of him becoming his art; no longer could she tell where the canvas filled with different browns and yellows began and his dark chocolate body ended. It was all too beautiful, breath-taking. He effortlessly flicked his wrist with each stroke. Each was met with passion. She felt instant moistness in between her legs dampening her black lace boy shorts. She craved for him to touch her body with the same precision.

Ssshh! Be quiet! (Part 1)

2010-03-29T15:22:00.000-07:00

Sunday, 4:55pm.

Raheem DeVaughn’s ‘Bedroom’ serenaded loudly through Trish’s pink headphones that were attached to her laptop. She sat in a secluded area in the Business and Technology department of the main Allen County Library. Her slender fingers furiously attacked the keys as she finished her paper on African Psychology that was due the following day. Her apple bottom had long ago gone numb from sitting on the hard floor and her neck screamed for her to at least stretch it out. However she was determined to keep her 4.0 grade point average.

On the intercom a librarian announced that the library was now closing and all patriots had to leave. Unfortunately that announcement did not reach Trish’s ears. Fifteen minutes til six, Trish had finally typed in the last reference to her essay. She saved it and stretched her thick limbs before packing up her things still oblivious to the library being closed. Trish emerged out from between the rolls of bookcases, red Louboutin heels clicking with each step.

Something made Trish look up from scrolling through her Blackberry. The lights in the Business and Technology department had been dimmed. No occupants resided on the computers, no familiar frantic click, clicking of keys being typed or music blaring out of someone’s headphones. Also no nerdy librarian stood at the department’s desk with their noses stuck in some book. She headed out of the department and looked down at the first floor below her. Normally a screaming baby or inappropriately dressed teenagers would be wondering back and forth but not a soul was present down there either. Her heart sunk to the bottom of her stomach. Trish flew down onto the first floor as swiftly as she could in stilettos. Every door she tried would not open. She ran down to the opposite end and got the same result.

“This is not hap…” Her complaining was interrupted by a clanking sound. She could not tell where it came from or if she actually heard something at all. Standing by the main entrance’s doors like a mannequin Trish stretched her ears to hear another sound. “Gurl, you are trippin’ right now.” She scrolled through her phone to see who she could call to get the hell up out of there.

Crash!

Trish’s head snapped up. The sound was louder; this time she was not tripping. Her legs started walking toward the dark hallway. She felt like those nosy white girls in the scary flicks that always had to go investigate every eerie sound. However this was no horror movie, no one to say CUT when her ass became someone’s victim.

At the opposite end of the narrow hallway was bright light seeping out of an open doorway. Shadows bounced off of the floor. She never prayed so hard in her life walking toward that open door, she hoped it was a janitor. Her heart beat overpowered the tiny clicking of her heels.

Once she was outside the door, her head slowly poked around the threshold of the door. Paint bottles were on the floor. Some were toppled over with the tops open letting vibrant colors of paint to intermingle with each other. Paintbrushes were along side of the paint bottles. She averted her eyes deeper into the room but jumped back as soon as she saw Timbaland boots in the middle of all of the colorful mess. When she collected her breath and was sure that she had not been noticed, she peaked back around. Her green eyes started at the black and gold Timbaland boots with navy blue khaki pants spilling over the tops of the boots haphazardly. She slowly worked her eyes upward stopping at a tight butt that no amount of baggy pants could hide. Trish watched its muscular form move in the khaki’s. Farther up a white wife-beater hugged a wide back. Taunt muscles flexed and released as his upper body flowed smoothly, like a perfect orchestra being conducted. Sweat started to form as she admired his long, black dreads swinging halfway down his back. She could not see his face, but what she did see was exquisite. Her body responded. It had been months since she has had any kind of loving, not counting with herself. Now the man that she created in her imagination in the comfort of her own bed was standing mere feet away.

Yeah I know, but the rest will come tomorrow. Now go take a cold shower!

Freaky Ish

2010-03-28T11:53:00.000-07:00

Ok so I came to realize that when people ask me what do I do and I tell them I write, 30 seconds later they come at me askin' if there are a lot of sex scenes, do I write erotica, etc. etc. You know what? There are some freaky people in the Fort! Ain't nothin' wrong with it! Hell long as my people pick up a book and read cause you know some of yall just graduated from Hooked On Phonics and thangs. LOL. But seriously though, I got you my freaky friends. Watch out for something special tomorrow.

commercial

2010-03-26T09:25:00.000-07:00

something to say on writing

2010-03-25T12:10:00.000-07:00

I ran into a friend I went to high school yesterday and he was talking about how he enjoyed doing his journalism class and how he likes that fact that with journalism it forces him to step out of his box of opinions and write about something maybe he would not have written about before or how it makes him get into that mentality of writing everyday. I agree on that particular part. I'm not sure I would be ok with writing about what someone else tells me to write about because I don't think I would have the same passion I would have if it's my own work, you know? I'm a pretty open minded person so I don't know. But I will say this, I push myself to write every single day. When I made that commitment I was able to take my writing seriously and plus I just enjoy writing period. I could write for free and be content. Oh wait I do! LOL. Anyway I will continue to pull out lovely novels as long as my biggest fan (Mercedes) still enjoys bragging to her teachers and class mates that her mama is going to be a writer.

Seriously, where are all of the african american literary agents????!!!!!!

2010-03-24T10:53:00.001-07:00

Thought I should post this little article. I'm glad someone feels the same way. I'm going to have to change this:

by Elaine Watkins
Urban Book Source
January 2006

With major publishers finally turning their heads toward Urban fiction, African American authors are slowly being recognized for their creativity. Every time you flip through Publisher’s Weekly a new author is being signed to St. Martin’s Press or Simon and Schuster among many publishers. But who are the agents behind these major deals? One may assume that because many of the stories are considered “urban” or “street” it would have to be a Black Agent shopping them around, right? Wrong!

The sad truth is that there aren’t many African American literary agents out there. You may wonder why this is so, but I ask you to step back and look at the situation at hand. Most literary agents are between the ages of 40 and 60. If you calculate the time it takes to finish college, land a good editing gig, make a name for yourself in the publishing industry (creating a reliable network to shop future works) and build up the capital it takes to venture out and start your own business as a literary agent; you will see why the average age of literary agents is 50.

Now let’s take a further step back. A person who is 50 years of age would have had to been born in the fifties—right before the civil rights movement—when education for Blacks was still a struggle many were trying to overcome. In the early fifties many schools were still being integrated as a result of Brown vs. the Board of Education, when the Supreme Court ruled that “separate educational facilities are inherently unequal,” which means that any minority born at that time were still enduring the growing pains of the integration of the American school system. Unfortunately this means their formidable years of education were undoubtedly disproportionate to their White counterparts. By the time anyone born in the fifties would be old enough to go to college we would be in the early seventies, which at that time it was still very much a financial, and social feat for a Black person to not only go to college but graduate and land a successful job in the industry of their choice (It still is today!).

Over the past three decades the number of African American students enrolled in a higher education institution has steadily risen in part due to affirmative action (which oddly enough can be attributed to shutting some Blacks out…but that’s another article,) and the overall realization that the only way to maneuver your way out of poverty is with more education. In 1980 there were 935,140 1 students awarded a bachelor degree; Blacks and Hispanics accounted for only 8% of that total. Fast forward a couple of decades. In 2002 there were 1,291,900 2 bachelor degree candidates of whom 15% were Black or Hispanic. Although our numbers have increased, we still have a ways to go before the corporate playground is leveled.

There are many factors that play a role in the low enrollment of minorities in colleges and universities. The majority of minority college students face struggles their White peers usually don’t have. Most minorities have to work more than part-time to finance their education, or take care of other responsibilities. A lot of Blacks and Hispanics are still first generation college students, meaning that they have grown up in a home with parents who don’t have the same financial freedom as the parents of white college students, who are more likely than not to have been college graduates themselves. In this instance the old saying of it takes money to make money is undeniably true; higher levels of education results in more income, which increases the access to higher education. With Black students often working close to full time to pay their way through college, their studies are often times neglected and in many cases they are forced to attend half-time or completely delay their education until it is financially possible. But the financial breakthrough that many are waiting for will never come without a higher degree.

With this said it is no wonder why there aren’t many black literary agents. I can only hope the authors and editors of today will step up to the plate and grab this publishing game by the horns and take control. But I ask you to help your brothers and sisters up when you reach the top, if we don’t help each other we will never see a change.

Hustlin' hard on his website!

2010-03-20T13:50:00.000-07:00

I just want to give a quick shoutout to dreamandhustle.com. He seriously has some advice for us black folks and how to get it! please check the brotha's website out! Hope where ever you're at is as beautiful as where I'm at!

College Papers are no joke!

2010-03-20T13:48:00.000-07:00

Let me tell you, writings papers are not joke! I just turned in one paper to my class and thankfully I got a 100% on my first paper last week! Yeeeeeaaaaaaa! Hopefully I get another one. I also have to go home and start on another one that is for the learning team that I'm apart of. Need to stay focused! A bish is doin' big thangs!

new home possibly?

2010-03-18T08:55:00.000-07:00

As I'm looking for ideas to create this ezine that I am trying to start I came across another site specifically for someone like me that has a blog but do not have a a big audience. I might switch blogsites just so I have more variety in the setup. Don't get me wrong I love this one, but since I am a Gemini, we don't tend to stay in one spot long. Anyway, I'm a hustla and anything to step up my game is a plus. But this is just an idea. I will let you know the new URL if I do decide.

Anywho, for anyone who is interested in starting their own blog site below are some websites that are geared for us blogheads. You know I had to give out some info, that's what I do:

eVIPList.com
ReachFolk.com
MoreToBlack.com
BlackBlogWatch.com
TheUrbanBlogger.com

hustlin'

2010-03-15T10:49:00.001-07:00

Tonight I will get back to my novel. This last week I've had to readjust myself since I'm back in school. So I have to split my time with kids, school, writing, creating this magazine. I will get it together by the end of the week. Promise.

Got sumthin' 4 u!

2010-03-05T08:19:00.000-08:00

Only a lil' bit cause I don't wanna give away too much! Enjoy!

A loud screeching scream woke Nia up. Her eyelids flickered open bringing her mama into view. Her ashen face was contorted in a horrific expression. Nia’s throat felt too much like sandpaper to ask what was wrong. It did not take her long to follow where her mama was staring. Spread across the olive green blanket was blood, a lot of it.
The door to her room popped open and in rushed two nurses. “Oh my god!” the first one gasped.
“What happened?” the second asked.
“I don’t know, I came in with her like this!”
A cold breeze flew over Nia as the nurse pulled back the blankets. Blood had soaked through the flimsy hospital gown. It covered Nia’s whole bottom half.
The first nurse lifted up the gown. Bloody lines decorated her stomach.
“Oh my god Nia, who did this?”
Nia could only shrug her shoulders.
“Who did this?” her mama kept asking.
“Nia dear, who did this to you?” the first nurse asked. Her sour milk breath covered Nia’s face. She spoke as though Nia was a toddler or a foreigner. How the hell was she suppose to know? The nurse continued questioning her, shaking her slightly as if attempting to wake the answer out of her. “Nia? Can you understand me?”
“I’m not deaf or retarded!” Nia managed to call out. A coughing spell followed. Her mama reached for the water bottle on the side table but once again gasped. Everyone including Nia looked over at the bloody knife lying on the table.
“Susan, call the police, now!” Susan flew out of the room while the first nurse proceeded to clean Nia up.
“Can you help me lift her?”
Mama Johnson stepped up immediately going into mama mode. Both worked together and got Nia cleaned up along with her bed sheets before anyone came back. Susan was followed by Officer Marcus Blaze. Nia rolled her eyes. Not him again. Didn’t her husband warn him enough?

School

2010-03-04T06:44:00.001-08:00

Sorry I'm not focused this week. I'm trying to get my financial aid situation dealt with so I can get back to school and finish this last year off real quick. IRS people, gotta luv them cause you can't kill em'. I kid, I kid!

magazine

2010-03-01T06:25:00.000-08:00

Last week I have flirted with the idea with starting an ezine. The more I think about it the more I get excited about it. I would like to be able to focus the majority of the magazine on my area in a positive way. I still want to hit up the entertainment news and whatnot but I definitely want to focus on my lovely hood that I love dearly! (no sarcasm) This week I'll get some info on gettin' it together.

oops I did it again! No this is not Britney bish!

2010-02-26T19:12:00.001-08:00

I forgot again to bring a snippet. I promise, I got yall next week. Ta-ta for now, and have a save weekend.

brief summary

2010-02-25T06:28:00.000-08:00

As I've said before I'm halfway through the sequel to Without Consent, still no name. But I wanted to give a you a brief synopsis to what the book is going to be about hopefully I don't give away too much.

The person who ended up doing all of the killings in the first book is back however this time it starts with this person in a psych ward. Revenge is their oxygen, their whole purpose for getting out of there asap. Once they are out their plan to take away Nia Johnson's now Nia Williams's kids away the same way she had took their children from under them. A conniving but intelligent plot ensues, making it seem as though Nia is crazy and has decided to go on a murder spree. Her marriage is now in jeopardy because she feels as though he is setting her up to murder her like he did to an ex back in the day. Will she be able to convince the crooked cop that she is not the one behind all of the strange murders happening around her? Will she convince her family that she is not trying to commit suicide again? And will she be able to once and for all get rid of her arch enemy, out to eliminate her?

oops!

2010-02-24T06:37:00.000-08:00

I was going to give a little teaser to my new novel, but because my brain has been everywhere but where it's suppose to be I forgot the notebook I'm writing on at home. Sorry. Maybe tomorrow I will have it together.

I'm still waiting on City Stone Publishing to inquire about my book. Keep your fingers crossed.

readers

2010-02-23T06:52:00.001-08:00

I will be gettin' back to posting on this blogsite daily because I know their are people out there are reading it.

big things poppin'

2010-02-23T06:50:00.000-08:00

Sorry my lovely, loyal fans. I've been gettin' it in with this book thing. I'm halfway through the sequel to Without Consent. I still haven't found a name for the book which is kind of bothering me but it is what it is. The only thing that I have come up with is 'Bittersweet Revenge' but I'm not gaga over the title yet.

Ok. Other thangs I've been doin' is I've decided to create like a e-zine that friends, family, etc. can get a hold to a read. I think I wanna do it once a month because I'm still in school and I'm still on the grind with my book so we will see what happens. If anyone has any suggestions, go to my facebook page, email me rice_talia@yahoo.com, whatever you feel like you need to do to get at me. I wanna have it so that people in the Fort Wayne, misc. areas could shine, (whatever their hustle is) everyone loves free publicity and that's what I'm tryin to do.

Again, I am about halfway through with the sequel already, so look out for little snippets of that. I definitely took it to anotha level. I'm proud of myself! I'm going to give myself high fives for it. But seriously continue to support a bish!

Getting it in!

2010-01-30T13:05:00.001-08:00

Whew a bish is really getting it in with this book. I zones all the way out. Still unsure what I want to call it.

On pause

2010-01-27T08:12:00.001-08:00

Oh in case you're wondering yes I did put Another Woman's Man on pause. I'll get back to it after I write the sequel to Without Consent. Any ideas on the title for this one.

revised version

2010-01-27T08:04:00.001-08:00

I can't remember if I posted the revised version of Without Consent Chapter 1 because I've been doing too much lately. But that's a good thing because I'm on my grind where I need to be right. Ok so the reason for the switch from the original is because it didn't seem like a good way to start a psychological thriller to me. These last few weeks I've been obsessed with thriller novels, some good ones, Tami Hoag's Deeper than the Dead; Lucretia Grindle's The Nightspinners; check them out. Anywayz, back to me, I pasted the first three pages of my novel hopefully it sounds good to you cause it did to me. High fives to me!

The small red light flashed to green letting him know he successfully unlocked the system. He had exactly forty-five seconds to go through the white painted fence. His Gucci shoes stepped over the guard's body careful not to step into the blood now slowly starting to seep out of the small hole in the back of his head. At first glance someone would think the thirty-something year old security guard was sleeping away possibly from a late night of drinking. A closer look told a different story. A small smile was still on his lips; at least his last memory was a happy one. Too bad it had to end this way for him. If Dreary Meadows had not gone and changed their security code to get into the lush gated community than he would not have had to murder him.

His shoes clicked clacked back to his car careful to stay clear of the security camera posted in the corner of the small building. He calculated the time perfectly. As soon as the butt of his Mazarati glided through the gate was starting to close again. He already knew his destination, Millowbrook and Fitch under the green street lamp. His car quietly shut off, cutting the heated seats off. This morning the air had a bite to it. Winter definitely was around the corner. He was not used to the indecisive weather that Fort Wayne welcomed him with. Seventy-degrees and warm sun was the norm for him. Now he was forced to leave all of it because of one slip up that almost caused him to be someone's bitch in prison. Orange was not his color. The ten thousand dollars each month for a lawyer had paid off. Now it was time to start over somewhere else; Fort Wayne was that new chapter. He underestimated his addiction though, seeing her running that one morning brought back the sensation that tickled the small hairs on the back of his neck and the twitch in his right eye. Like a police dog her scent was embedded into his nose and it refused to be shake off. His trips back became more frequent.

The purpose was to get her schedule and he successfully did it. The schedule was easy and predictable. Three nights a week she would spend the night over her boyfriend's house which was the reason for this visit. Each morning she would run otherwise Foster Park was her choice of trail to run after she would leave Burkhart Advertising. Every Sunday she goes to church with her family that compiled of two sisters, a brother, and a white girl whom he assumed was her best friend. Her parents were still married. After church they would all meet at her parent's house for dinner. He smiled at himself for knowing what he knew in the short time allotted to find out. A detective should have been his profession. He also knew she had expensive tastes. Her closet was filled with top designer clothes along with rows of boots and heels. She only owed one pair of gym shoes, her Nike Shocks. The whole condo was meticulously clean, almost in an anal way. Not a cobweb was found anywhere. Barely anything was in her refrigerator that was unhealthy. Fruits, vegetables, V8 juice bottles and Fiji water lined it. Her fish oil and 12 vitamins sat next to the coffee maker. The only thing out of place was the coffee cup sitting on the middle of the counter; a plush pink lip print still stuck on the edge of the cup.

There's more but then that would defeat the purpose of buying the book when it comes out.

2

2010-01-23T12:26:00.001-08:00

I've started on the sequel to Without Consent right, but I think I might hold out on sneak peeks cause that would give away the most important parts to the first one. We'll see.

In case you missed it.....

2010-01-20T15:28:00.000-08:00

In case you missed it, here's a Synopsis of my book Without Consent.

Is it possible to delve into the mind of a rapist?

Ever since he was younger, sex has always been a part of him, consensually or not. Little girls in the Catholic school twirling around on the playground with their pigtails flapping in the muggy air enticed him until he pulled them into the darkest part of the gym, empty classroom or where ever he could be alone with them. He re-creates what a family member has done to him millions of times in his own bedroom. Now as a successful and attractive family man the past has come back to take residence again.

I did not consent to this…

Her mother warns her. They echo through twenty-eight year old Nia Johnson’s mind as she is taken from the running trail as though she never existed. In his mind they share a deep relationship with each other and she is madly in love with him as he is with her. His eyes hold a passion that even her long time boyfriend has never shown her; tattooing themselves forever in her memory bank. Those same blue eyes that blazes down on her become her eyes the nights that follows. She stands witness to his sick addiction through her dreams only to have those same nameless faces appear on the front pages of the newspaper under the words ‘Another Murder’. Nia’s mind, by force, becomes dark as ruined film. An unbreakable armor covers her heart. She assumes all of the stress from keeping this a secret is making her physically sick. Something told her to visit the nearest twenty-four hour convenience store to buy of all things, a pregnancy test to prove her fears are just in her head. The two pink lines show bright on the stick almost mocking her. Nia has never run so fast in her life as the day she runs to the abortion clinic. A Higher Power has other plans, its name, Crystal, her baby sister.

Three years later a familiar stranger heads over the department Nia wants to manage. Uneasiness settles in every time he is around but she can’t put her finger on as to why. The faces of women start to appear on the front pages again and her nightmares returns but fuzzy. When her son stands next to his youngest son it looks like a mirror is placed in front of him and those five minutes once again comes flooding back full force. Nia has craved for this opportunity to come face to face with her rapist. Now that he is actually touchable she feels powerless. Sensing this he plays on her emotions. A game of cat and mouse ensues. One by one he takes a liking to torturing anyone close to her until the last eightball stands alone cornered. An unexpected pawn comes into the equation. His wife, who knew about her husband’s sick obsession, refuses to let Nia ruin what her husband has worked so hard to create, unbeknownst to him. Some secrets are better left unsaid. But whatever is done in the dark will come to light. She sets up a mock meeting in their old hometown of Atlanta to finish the job her husband should have finished. Leaving Nia for dead she enters the plane to be home before her husband gets off of work. Bonnie and Clyde is shown in its truest form. Her plan is squashed when the Atlanta police catch her, arresting her for attempted murder as well as fifteen other murders before lift off.
Without Consent is the psychological thriller that keeps you guessing and turning the pages to contagious characters, suspense, and a chilling plot that will have you asking, what would you do.

Haiti

2010-01-20T14:31:00.001-08:00

Please everyone pray for the people in Haiti. Do anything you can include praying.

Still working

2010-01-14T07:14:00.001-08:00

Still writing an outline for the sequel to Without Consent. It's getting good too, this one is definitely going to be taken to the next level. I've just set out my completed ms. to City Stone Publishing like they requested. Hopefully I dotted my I's and crossed all my t's. They said it will be about month before I hear anything. Keep your fingers crossed.

What a relief…now I’m going to need me to focus!

2010-01-11T09:10:00.001-08:00

Whew! I've had my first talk with a publisher and I can now say that I was nervous as hell. I really do hope that I've impressed them somewhat. Shout out to City Stone Publishing because she represents everything I am looking for in a publisher. So even if they are not feeling my manuscript still support them cause they are doing great things. And this is not in the hopes that they read this and think I'm sucking up to them, no, I just am proud of my people doing the damn thang, ya dig!

Sequel

2010-01-09T13:34:00.001-08:00

Recently I've came to the conclusion that Without Consent needs a part 2. The ending just ended with some questions unanswered so I'm going to answer them for you! Ta-Ta for now.

advice

2010-01-09T13:32:00.001-08:00

Some advice that helped me along this journey is to get yourself out there. Look for different contests or get a subscription to the Literary Market so you can get inside information. Start a blogsite like I did. Yeah I know I haven't been published yet but it was hard as hell to get this far so I don't want others to go through all of the headaches. Although I was content with it all cause I knew that I had a talent. Cocky ain't I, gotta luv it.

excitigews

2010-01-09T13:27:00.001-08:00

I got a unexpected well I'm lying, I did expect this but I guess I was take a back, Anywho I got a email saying that a publishing company wants me to talk with the CEO about my finished book. I can't get too excited because I'm not sure if this is it or am I still in the process of being critiqued but whatever it is I'm grateful. That goes to show to anyone do you. Life is too short for you to waste it on impressing others and making yourself miserable because you are not doing what you truly are passionate about. Keep at it, it will happen. Thank you God.

2010

2010-01-09T13:22:00.001-08:00

Wow another year! 2010! And shame on me for not writing anything on my blog. Been a little busy with the holidays I'm for sure everyone understands. I'm ready to get back focusing again. Hope everyone had a nice and safe holiday. My prayers go out to those who did not.

stuck!

2009-12-17T14:27:00.000-08:00

I'm working on my latest as you all know. I'm a little stuck so I think I'm going to rewrite that scene cause I'm really not feeling it.

Keep your fingers and toes crossed!

2009-12-11T10:06:00.001-08:00

Whew! Yes I was I hiatus but I set out some more letters to some agents. Keep your fingers and toes crossed! Ta-Ta!

Another Woman’s Man

2009-12-04T12:23:00.001-08:00

Ok so I know that I have been a little busy with school but I’ve still been writing. Like I said before I have been intrigued by the new trend which is celebrities dating married men and so a story has ensued itself out of all of this. I’m on chapter five but I’m only going to give you a snippet cause you know how I do. Just to set things up this is the prologue and one of the main characters Ms. Munira which means radiates life in Palestinian is taken off guard after coming face to face with her baby daddy’s mistress.

As Munira stepped into her living room to join everyone else the doorbell rang. Everyone that she had invited was already there in the larger living room. An unusual chill went through her hand as she touched the steel doorknob. Months from now she will wonder if it really was from that or did she already know what was about to happen. The humid June air blew into her face. Her eyelids fluttered to adjust to the blinding sunlight. She lifted her hand to her eyes to get a better look at her new guest. Inches away stood a young woman. Her golden brown skin looked real from living on an island instead of a store bought tan. It glistened in the sun. Thick brown hair flowed down her back and onto her shoulders. Her lips puckered outward unintentionally kissing the hot air. High cheekbones made it appear as though she was smiling but once Munira reached her eyes, she saw a vicious stare.
“May I help you?” She was oblivious to what was in this woman’s hand. She couldn’t get her attention away from those eyes. Every raw emotion was held in those small eyes. Munira did however hear Robert somewhere behind her asking her who was at the door. The silence was interrupted by a loud crash. Munira turned her head to see what the commotion was but everything turned black as though a thick blanket was pulled over her eyes.

Computer Love

2009-11-30T08:10:00.000-08:00

I will be getting my laptop back tomorrow. Thank u cause I'm tired of this timed mess at the library. And I will be posting some nu-nu stuff as well. I'm on my third chapter of 'Another Woman's Man' so get ready for the heater!

Happy Phat Day!

2009-11-25T08:39:00.001-08:00

I wanna wish everyone a very happy and blessed Thanksgiving. Don't eat too much or you will get that itis. And I will be back and running next week with some new shit from 'Another Woman's Man'.

1st chapter done just 2 let u know I’m about my biness

2009-11-19T06:02:00.000-08:00

Yes I started on the other book last night. I’m trying 2 hit em twice.

Synopsis for ‘Another Woman’s Man’

2009-11-18T17:39:00.000-08:00

You always want what you can’t have. With Munira Moore what she wanted just happened to e Leilani’s long-time boyfriend and father of her two children. A terrible accident will make their lives collide in more ways than either of them are prepared for. Leilani specifically asks for physical therapist Munira Moore in order to get into her head to see why this woman has the audacity to sleep with her man knowing that he has a family at home; I mean this chick is the reason she had the accident.
The light scar running down Munira’s cheek starts to tell its own story as each session goes along and Leilani realizes that this woman ever has touched her man. And the realization that her man is in love with this woman hits her harder than a mac truck. She could have handled him sleeping with her but emotionally cheating on her is way more than she could accept.
Sometimes it’s better to let the one thing you are trying to hold onto go. If you really love that person don’t you want to see them happy, even if it’s not with you?

bedtime

2009-11-14T18:43:00.000-08:00

I swear yall my bed is the shit! I thought of another idea in my bed! It's called 'Blackmail'. Check this, what if you go outside and discover a dead body in your garbage bin with your fingerprints all over the body? What would you do? Especially if someone was framing you? That is crazy right? I will do the logistics of it later but that's what I have so far.

good query letter

2009-11-13T11:04:00.000-08:00

Ok so in ran across this website yesterday called fictionwriters.com. I wanted to post the elements of a good query letter because once again I’m struggling to perfect it so I can send it out to potential publishers and agents. Maybe it will help you out too:
1. hook their attention
2. describe the project
3. tell them who you are
4. get them to ask for more
This is the purpose of a query letter. Make sure you don’t forget these things as well:
Give a detailed but short synopsis. Get them to crave your work. Like they have no purpose in life unless they read your shit, ya feel me! Let this be your first two paragraphs. Don’t forget to put your completed manuscript’s word count and genre (thriller, erotica, etc.). At the end of your letter make sure you offer to send sample chapters or the whole completed manuscript. Good luck!

I got it!

2009-11-12T06:48:00.000-08:00

Finally I got this done! I’m sending this fire out today! Wish me luck!

Synopsis
Is it possible to delve into the mind of a rapist?
Ever since he was younger, sex has always been a part of him, consensually or not. Little girls in the Catholic school twirling around on the playground with their pigtails flapping in the muggy air enticed him until he pulled them into the darkest part of the gym, empty classroom or where ever he could be alone with them. He re-creates what a family member has done to him millions of times in his own bedroom. Now as a successful and attractive family man the past has come back to take residence again.
I did not consent to this…
Her mother warned her that this would happen. Her words echoes through her mind as she is taken from the running trail and raped. Her eyes, slowly becoming dull like death, stared into his crystal blue eyes where they permanently tattooed themselves in her memory bank. They hold a passion that even her long time boyfriend has never shown to her. Those same blue eyes become her eyes the nights that follows. She stands witness to his sick addiction through her dreams only to have those same nameless faces appear on the front pages of the newspaper under the words ‘Another Murder’. Nia’s mind, by force, becomes dark as ruined film. Those five minutes silences her soul; no one is to know even though a thick film of dirt has molded into an unbreakable armor around her. An unplanned sickness sends her to a twenty-four hour convenience store to buy of all things, a pregnancy test. Nia has never run so fast in her life as the day she runs to the abortion clinic. A Higher Power has other plans. Her baby sister, Crystal, intervenes.
Three years later a familiar stranger heads over the department Nia wants to manage. Uneasiness settles in her every time he is around but she can’t put her finger on as to why. The faces of women start to appear on the front pages and her nightmares returns but fuzzy. When her son stands next to his youngest son it looked like a mirror is placed in front of him and those five minutes once again comes flooding back full force. Nia has craved for this opportunity to come face to face with her rapist. Now that he is actually touchable she feels powerless. Sensing this he decides to play on her emotions. A game of cat and mouse ensues. One by one he takes a liking to torturing anyone close to her until the last eightball stands alone cornered. Bonnie and Clyde is shown in its truest form.
Without Consent is the psychological thriller that keeps you guessing and turning the pages to contagious characters, suspense, and a chilling plot that will have you asking, what would you do.

help!

2009-11-11T14:03:00.001-08:00

Now I know that I’m a talented writer if I may say so myself, but damn can a bish finish a simple synopsis! I’m for real literally I want to cry. It should not be this hard!