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
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
hustlin'
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.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Got sumthin' 4 u!
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?
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?
Thursday, March 4, 2010
School
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!
Monday, March 1, 2010
magazine
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.
Friday, February 26, 2010
oops I did it again! No this is not Britney bish!
I forgot again to bring a snippet. I promise, I got yall next week. Ta-ta for now, and have a save weekend.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
brief summary
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?
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?
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
oops!
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.
I'm still waiting on City Stone Publishing to inquire about my book. Keep your fingers crossed.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
readers
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'
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!
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!
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