Not so hard, is it?

The hardest part about being a writer is that you have to write. The easiest part about being a writer is that you have to write. Don’t challenge me, my friend. I have written 8000+ words in one day. Good words that I did not edit out. So I know I can hammer out a…

NaNoWriMo Day 2

Are you participating? Day one was idea generating for me. Day two… I’m excited and I hope you are too!

Strength to leave

I read a blog post. Someone was writing a letter to a public figure (singer of mild fame) whose boyfriend, and father of her daughter, died in her arms after he had been shot. He, a football star, had married a woman he had been in a relationship with for 7 years. In the 8th…

The book that changed my life

A few years ago someone gave me a book. She has been in the practice of sending me books she has enjoyed and I bless her every day for it. She knew I was at Uni and could not afford to purchase novels. One of the books she sent me was Seed to Harvest. Prior…

13 turning 30

A few years ago I wrote a story. I love this story, but I’ve turned into those crazy moms you hear about in the horrifying section of the newspaper. You know those titles, Woman releases 24 year old daughter after 20 years in basement. Yep, that’s me! My poor story is locked up on my…

Micro080114: The Prize of Silence

Once upon a time, a young man proclaimed to his family that he was going to marry. The young woman he had chosen, bore the ropy scars of abuse that leave no visible trace. Those who knew, complicit by their silence in her abuse, donned pearly smiles at the celebration of the young couple’s union,…

Micro072814: Just Joking

Once upon a time, a woman longed to have a baby girl to fill her home with flowers and pretty things, to provide the softness she did not see in her four sons. She prayed in the way she had been taught, followed the rules her scriptures dictated, till her god looked upon her, pitied…

Micro072514: Pictures

Once upon a time, a man took a picture. The colors were vibrant, bouncing off dark brown skin that shone with sunlight’s kisses and wrinkled upon itself with age. The deep set brown eyes leapt off the photograph, saying something profound, but the photographer did not hear it. The photograph made rounds throughout the World,…

Confidence

Karibu Reader! Have you ever experienced doubt? You get that question coming up through all the other noise bugging you and asking if you really are what you say you are, if you’re really doing what you think you’re meant to be doing. When the little doubt I still possess creeps up on me, I…

It’s your thing. Do what you wanna do.

Karibu Reader and Happy Father’s Day! Toronto is finally warm and I find myself inexorably pulled outside basking in the sun. As an author trying to offer entertainment to readers, I’m often baffled by the notion of trying to get fans. If I were to approach a random person (she’s a black woman like me)…