Friday, February 6, 2009
Do women really want the bad boy?
I've heard this, talked about this and even thought it. Do women really want the bad boy? Do women really want the thuggish-ruggish, hard, tatted, ruff neck type of guy? Are nice guys just too nice? Bad boys keep things exciting and that could be taken in a good and bad way. They're risky and put themselves out there. They say and do things that you might not be able to do on your own. They seem to be very outspoken and have a f*** you attitude. Nice guys for the most part play by the rules. They keep things settled and safe. If the woman wanted to try something new in the bedroom that is completely risque, she might talk to that bad boy before the nice guy. If she wanted to impress her parents, the nice guy is definitely on the arm. Why is it that we can't find both? A clear example to me would the hip hop lyricist Mos Def. To me, he is both. He is intelligent, creative but very out spoken. He can debate without cussing or making a scene. Just looking at the choice of characters he portrays show that he is both. His character in Bamboozled is ridiculously different from his character in Be Kind Rewind. He can be that bad boy or the nice guy. Sadly enough, however, he will not be the one I marry or even possibly ever meet. Yes, a tear just fell...:) Why can't women find both? Why can't that bad boy who is tatted up know calling a woman a bitch isn't a good thing? Why can't the nice guy be spontaneous every once and a while? Why can't the bad boy express him without feeling like he's soft? Why can't the nice guy not worry so much? Men want a lady in the street but a freak in the bed. Why can't we have the same?
Monday, February 2, 2009
What would the world be like...
What would the world be like if black people weren't in it? I heard this question today and had to ask it myself. What would the world be like? Right off the top of my mind, the world wouldn't havne't any soul. Black people have soul. We have soul in our words, soul in our food, soul in our music, soul in our music and soul in our love. We bring soul to art, body and mind. If black people weren't here, we wouldn't have stop lights. We wouldn't have open heart surgery. We wouldn't have peanut butter. We wouldn't have Jazz, the Blues, hip-hop and spoken word. We wouldn't have the White house and Washington D.C., the fire extinguisher, the baby buggy, the A/C and fridge, and the golf tee. If we weren't here on Earth, what the world be? In honor of Black History 3-6-5, we make the world go 'round!
Sunday, February 1, 2009
CHAPTER ONE - Karma Has a Name
CHAPTER ONE
Karma Lanai Scott was born in Dallas, TX on a hot day in May to Lillian and Raymond Scott. Her name stemmed from a gigantic fight between her parents. Before her father became a minister, he used to be very jealous and insecure and when her mother got pregnant, he just knew it wasn’t his child. He not only accused her of cheating, but also left her for three months of her pregnancy. It really came down to the fact that they weren’t married yet and neither wanted their families to know that they were having sex before marriage. Come to find out, Karma was Daddy’s little girl after all, so her mother wanted to make sure that he was reminded every day of what a fool he was. She came into the world blaring as her mother put it. Her mother constantly told her again and again of how many sleepless nights she and her father had. As a baby, she had to be the first to do everything, and that included the first one to go to sleep. Growing up, she was always curious about how things worked or why things were the way they were.
Although her parents tried to show her everything in life, they were stiff and demanding when raising their only daughter. She seemed to be like any other young woman. She was young with a wild imagination and wilder ideas. She wanted to see everything and do everything. Her father was a professor at Texas A & M University and a minister at Mount Temple Baptist church, and her mother was a homemaker and her husband’s assistant at their church. Karma was surrounded by the importance of religion and education all of her life. As she got older, they were important to her, but not as much as her parents liked. Karma tended to do things differently.
Karma was 5’6 with pecan colored skin and almond shaped brown eyes. She had flowing, wavy, black hair with a streak of fiery red going down the back. She let herself live life as full as she could without getting hurt. She was attending college and her second year, she was already having regrets of choosing her major. She wanted to attend Florida A &M and study fashion, but her professor father and homemaker mother decided that she studied political science. She liked it, but it just wasn’t her. She liked to dress and dress other people. She always designed her outfits during high school and was voted “Best Prom Dress” senior year. But, her parents were paying for it so what could she say?
Karma had a free attitude when it came to life, especially with dating. There was a time in her life when she was content with being in a serious relationship. She was modest, supportive, loving, patient, loyal, and most importantly, trusting. That changed with a two year relationship that had too much of a crazy ending. At first, everything was wonderful. She was on cloud nine for their first year. Her boyfriend couldn’t do any wrong and the thought of him cheating never entered her mind. On their two-year anniversary, Karma found out that her best friend was pregnant by her boyfriend. To make matters worse, she found out from her best friend’s mother. So from then on, she focused on things that were less stressful.
After that horrendous breakup, she didn’t care if the men she met had a girl or not. She wasn’t in the market to have another man hurt her again, as she was content with hanging with her girls and meeting a guy every now and then. Whoever made up the term “friends with benefits” must have been with her at one time or another. She was too pretty and life was too short for bullshit. She made sure that she always had a plan A, B, and C. If one guy wasn’t acting right, she could call the next and she was all good. She was only interested in loving and taking care of herself, which made her make selfish decisions. She went from modest to complex. She became impatient and the trust level disappeared completely. She didn’t trust any man and she felt that they shouldn’t trust her. It was that simple. Karma didn’t have a problem with self-esteem or confidence. She got any guy she wanted and turned down anyone she didn’t. She was twenty years old and already thought that love and happiness was a loss cause
The volume on her car stereo increased as she turned the corner to her friend’s house. She pulled up and noticed that other people had arrived already. She parked the car and started rummaging through her purse. “Damn, where is my cell phone?” She felt around on the floor in the dark and finally found it. She got out of the car, only to be met up by Candace.
“What’s up, girl?”
Karma shut the door and pulled her purse on her shoulder. “What’s going on? What are you doing out here?”
They walked past a drunken couple kissing all over each other. “I had to get some fresh air. I can’t even breathe with all of that smoke.”
Karma laughed as they entered the already said smoked out room. They were surrounded by an intoxicated crowd while listening to the bass of Lil’ Jon on the speakers. Karma took off her jacket and handed it to Candace.
“Hey, where’s the liquor at?”
“Girl, you already know. What do you want?”
Karma laughed again and answered, “Hell, what do you have?”
“The regular. Mike bought something of everything: Gin, E& J, and some Long Islands. You know how he does it.” Karma started heading towards the kitchen when Candace pulled her on her arm and stopped her. “Hey, hold on a second.” Karma turned around and started coughing from all of the smoke.
“What ever happened to you and old boy?” she asked as they walked to the kitchen. She grabbed a glass and mixed some Brandy with a cola.
“Who?”
“You know…T.K. The one you met at the store?”
Karma rolled her eyes and poured herself a glass. She stirred it around with her finger and took a big sip. “Nothing. He came over one time and expected me to give it up right then. I mean, it was all-good at first. I made some food and we were watching a movie. Next thing I know, he’s giving me this look, so I’m like okay, whatever. We start kissing and I instantly get turned off. It just wasn’t happening.”
They shared a laugh and noticed that the music started getting louder. They headed toward the music and the crowd. I am going to have a good time, she thought to herself. She looked over the room to see everyone she knew. As she scanned the vague faces, a smooth looking brotha caught her eye. She took another sip and smiled at him. She felt her pocket to make sure she had her keys and I.D. and headed his way. The crowd was moving deeper in the middle of the room. She made her way through people who were trying to dance and the ones who couldn’t do anything but sway slowly to a fast song. She looked up to see him standing there with a group of his buddies. I can’t approach with his dudes right there, she thought. She zigzagged to the right and sat with some girls that she knew. She started nodding to the music and felt like dancing. She stumbled up and started bobbing her head. As she got deeper into the music, she felt a heavy body on her back. She spun around, only to see her corner brotha. “What’s up?” He got real close and whispered in her ear. She placed her hand on his shoulder so she could keep her balance.
“I’m Juan. What’s your name?”
“Karma.”
“That’s different.”
“It’s a long story,” she said quickly. As he spoke more, not only was he screaming liquor, but cigarette smoke as well.
“Where’s your man?”
“I don’t have one. What about your girl?”
“She ain’t here,” he answered. She shrugged her shoulders and looked him dead in his eyes.
“I don’t care if you don’t.”
“Hey then, that’s cool. So what’s up?” He smiled and reached in his back pocket and pulled out his cell phone. She loved how guys got straight to the point. She pulled out her cell phone and told him that she would give hers if he gave his. They exchanged numbers and gave each other a hug. She was about to walk away, but then felt like dancing. She spun around and put her ass deep into him. She knew he was feeling her body, so she wanted him to really feel it. Their heads started bopping together and she let his hands do their thing. They made their way from her thighs to her hips and around her stomach. She wasn’t even tipsy and already feeling good. She finished the song with him and then smiled while walking away. She was not about to be with him all night long. She came here to have fun and that’s what she was going to do.
Karma couldn’t resist. It was getting closer to midnight and every time her eyes linked up with Juan, it drove her crazy. She told herself to just have fun and not to go any further than getting a phone number, but her body could not resist. She had to feel that bulge that was poking her during their dance together.
Smacking lips followed their slithering bodies to the back of the house. Juan’s hands had already touched the upper half of her body in ten minutes and she was now ready for him to touch the bottom half. He leaned her against the wall and planted his soft lips on hers. Her mind was spinning with alcohol and her body was covered with some man candy that her sweet tooth was yearning for. She moaned with pleasure as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He brought his lips from her mouth to her cheek to her neck. He began laying butterfly kisses on her right ear, making her body tremble from the tickling sensation.
Juan whispered, “I want you.”
That was what Karma liked to hear. She took her hand down to his Jamaican region and felt him through his jeans. He wasn’t playing, was he? She laughed to herself. He began unbuckling his pants and released the monster from his constricting chambers. Even under the cracked light above them, Karma saw all that she needed to see. Juan kissed her neck, the nape of her chest, and her stomach as he pulled her panties from under her jean skirt. He slanted into her, making his kisses deeper. Karma reached in her purse and pulled a black shiny package. She was so glad that she brought this one, and not the ones for the small to medium size brothas. If she did, she wouldn’t have been able to get her freak on. She handed him the condom and said, “Here you go. It didn’t seem like you were prepared.”
“Oh, baby girl, I’m always prepared. It’s nothing wrong with a chick being prepared her damn self.” Karma laughed and waited for him to slide it on. He rolled it down the shaft and whispered, “I want you from behind. Is that alright with you?”
“Oh yeah,” she meowed.
Karma spun around and rested her arms on the wall. She felt her ass spread apart as he slowly entered her. When he reached the spot of the choice, they both let out a gratifying moan that floated on the night air. Juan gripped her hands and eased in and out of her like a pro. Karma closed her eyes as she felt herself melting onto him. He started to pick up some speed when Juan slightly kicked a box that was near their feet. He then stopped and lifted her leg up on top of the box. He inserted himself into her again and this time went with some full force. It was beginning to get really good when Karma felt her phone buzzing in her pocket. In the midst of her moans, she conflicted with herself if she should answer the phone. Juan began giving her slow strokes that made her shiver in the warm breeze.
“You gonna answer that?” he asked her between breaths.
“Hell….no.” She moaned again. This time her phone rang and it was the ring tone she had set for her mother. Karma groaned at the sound of that. If her mother was calling twice, something had to be wrong. “I have to….answer this,” she panted. She reached for the phone and rather than stopping, Juan continued with a lingering pace. “H-H-Hello? Hey, mama. I’m…f-f-fine. Why am I breathing so hard? I was running up a flight of stairs. I d-d-d-o run. Mama, can I c-call you back?”
Juan was feeling so good and she knew he needed to stop, but she didn’t want him to stop and neither did he. Her mind and body were at war and so far, her body was winning by a long shot. Her mother kept talking, reminding her about the Harvest Tidings service that their church was having this coming Wednesday. Karma had promised months ago that she’d be there. As much as she tried, she couldn’t talk her way out of this one.
“Mama, I really n-n-need to go. I promise I’ll be t-there,” she stuttered. All of a sudden, Juan pulled her back farther and had her bent over half way toward the ground. His mouth got close to her ear and he whispered, “Keep talking to her.”
Karma quickly shook her head as she tried again to get off the phone.
“Mama, can I please…”
Her mother cut her off with reading scriptures and reminding Karma the importance of believing the Lord Jesus Christ and how he died for their sins.
If only mama knew how much sinning I was doing right now!
Juan began pumping harder and faster with her leg still propped up on the box. Before she knew it, Karma’s legs began to tremble and her body began to get extremely feeble. She didn’t want to, but she had to hang up before her mother heard all of Karma’s orgasmic experience.
“Mama, I love you but I have to go. I’ll call you tomorrow.” Karma hastily hung up the phone, and with one hand leaning on the wall and the other holding onto him, she said, “You better work this out!”
Juan let out a laugh as his grip on her hips got really tight. Karma bit her lip with stinging pain, for she knew what was coming. She got hot, and her heart beat like a car stereo thumping in a neighborhood. At that moment, the moon and sun formed a sunset and Karma was cloud nine. She let out a satisfied moan that was well deserved. Juan had literally fallen on top of her as she felt his body shaking.
“Damn. No body has gotten a rise out of me like that in a long time.” She smiled. She didn’t know if it was all him or the fact that her mother was preaching to her over the phone while Karma was getting pounded. Juan stepped back a bit and pulled up his pants. He had a huge Kool-Aid grin as he watched her pull on her panties.
“Damn, baby girl. You were good ya damn self!” He kissed her on the lips and waited until she was situated. She kissed him again and told him to give her a call sometime.
“Trust me. I will.”
Karma Lanai Scott was born in Dallas, TX on a hot day in May to Lillian and Raymond Scott. Her name stemmed from a gigantic fight between her parents. Before her father became a minister, he used to be very jealous and insecure and when her mother got pregnant, he just knew it wasn’t his child. He not only accused her of cheating, but also left her for three months of her pregnancy. It really came down to the fact that they weren’t married yet and neither wanted their families to know that they were having sex before marriage. Come to find out, Karma was Daddy’s little girl after all, so her mother wanted to make sure that he was reminded every day of what a fool he was. She came into the world blaring as her mother put it. Her mother constantly told her again and again of how many sleepless nights she and her father had. As a baby, she had to be the first to do everything, and that included the first one to go to sleep. Growing up, she was always curious about how things worked or why things were the way they were.
Although her parents tried to show her everything in life, they were stiff and demanding when raising their only daughter. She seemed to be like any other young woman. She was young with a wild imagination and wilder ideas. She wanted to see everything and do everything. Her father was a professor at Texas A & M University and a minister at Mount Temple Baptist church, and her mother was a homemaker and her husband’s assistant at their church. Karma was surrounded by the importance of religion and education all of her life. As she got older, they were important to her, but not as much as her parents liked. Karma tended to do things differently.
Karma was 5’6 with pecan colored skin and almond shaped brown eyes. She had flowing, wavy, black hair with a streak of fiery red going down the back. She let herself live life as full as she could without getting hurt. She was attending college and her second year, she was already having regrets of choosing her major. She wanted to attend Florida A &M and study fashion, but her professor father and homemaker mother decided that she studied political science. She liked it, but it just wasn’t her. She liked to dress and dress other people. She always designed her outfits during high school and was voted “Best Prom Dress” senior year. But, her parents were paying for it so what could she say?
Karma had a free attitude when it came to life, especially with dating. There was a time in her life when she was content with being in a serious relationship. She was modest, supportive, loving, patient, loyal, and most importantly, trusting. That changed with a two year relationship that had too much of a crazy ending. At first, everything was wonderful. She was on cloud nine for their first year. Her boyfriend couldn’t do any wrong and the thought of him cheating never entered her mind. On their two-year anniversary, Karma found out that her best friend was pregnant by her boyfriend. To make matters worse, she found out from her best friend’s mother. So from then on, she focused on things that were less stressful.
After that horrendous breakup, she didn’t care if the men she met had a girl or not. She wasn’t in the market to have another man hurt her again, as she was content with hanging with her girls and meeting a guy every now and then. Whoever made up the term “friends with benefits” must have been with her at one time or another. She was too pretty and life was too short for bullshit. She made sure that she always had a plan A, B, and C. If one guy wasn’t acting right, she could call the next and she was all good. She was only interested in loving and taking care of herself, which made her make selfish decisions. She went from modest to complex. She became impatient and the trust level disappeared completely. She didn’t trust any man and she felt that they shouldn’t trust her. It was that simple. Karma didn’t have a problem with self-esteem or confidence. She got any guy she wanted and turned down anyone she didn’t. She was twenty years old and already thought that love and happiness was a loss cause
The volume on her car stereo increased as she turned the corner to her friend’s house. She pulled up and noticed that other people had arrived already. She parked the car and started rummaging through her purse. “Damn, where is my cell phone?” She felt around on the floor in the dark and finally found it. She got out of the car, only to be met up by Candace.
“What’s up, girl?”
Karma shut the door and pulled her purse on her shoulder. “What’s going on? What are you doing out here?”
They walked past a drunken couple kissing all over each other. “I had to get some fresh air. I can’t even breathe with all of that smoke.”
Karma laughed as they entered the already said smoked out room. They were surrounded by an intoxicated crowd while listening to the bass of Lil’ Jon on the speakers. Karma took off her jacket and handed it to Candace.
“Hey, where’s the liquor at?”
“Girl, you already know. What do you want?”
Karma laughed again and answered, “Hell, what do you have?”
“The regular. Mike bought something of everything: Gin, E& J, and some Long Islands. You know how he does it.” Karma started heading towards the kitchen when Candace pulled her on her arm and stopped her. “Hey, hold on a second.” Karma turned around and started coughing from all of the smoke.
“What ever happened to you and old boy?” she asked as they walked to the kitchen. She grabbed a glass and mixed some Brandy with a cola.
“Who?”
“You know…T.K. The one you met at the store?”
Karma rolled her eyes and poured herself a glass. She stirred it around with her finger and took a big sip. “Nothing. He came over one time and expected me to give it up right then. I mean, it was all-good at first. I made some food and we were watching a movie. Next thing I know, he’s giving me this look, so I’m like okay, whatever. We start kissing and I instantly get turned off. It just wasn’t happening.”
They shared a laugh and noticed that the music started getting louder. They headed toward the music and the crowd. I am going to have a good time, she thought to herself. She looked over the room to see everyone she knew. As she scanned the vague faces, a smooth looking brotha caught her eye. She took another sip and smiled at him. She felt her pocket to make sure she had her keys and I.D. and headed his way. The crowd was moving deeper in the middle of the room. She made her way through people who were trying to dance and the ones who couldn’t do anything but sway slowly to a fast song. She looked up to see him standing there with a group of his buddies. I can’t approach with his dudes right there, she thought. She zigzagged to the right and sat with some girls that she knew. She started nodding to the music and felt like dancing. She stumbled up and started bobbing her head. As she got deeper into the music, she felt a heavy body on her back. She spun around, only to see her corner brotha. “What’s up?” He got real close and whispered in her ear. She placed her hand on his shoulder so she could keep her balance.
“I’m Juan. What’s your name?”
“Karma.”
“That’s different.”
“It’s a long story,” she said quickly. As he spoke more, not only was he screaming liquor, but cigarette smoke as well.
“Where’s your man?”
“I don’t have one. What about your girl?”
“She ain’t here,” he answered. She shrugged her shoulders and looked him dead in his eyes.
“I don’t care if you don’t.”
“Hey then, that’s cool. So what’s up?” He smiled and reached in his back pocket and pulled out his cell phone. She loved how guys got straight to the point. She pulled out her cell phone and told him that she would give hers if he gave his. They exchanged numbers and gave each other a hug. She was about to walk away, but then felt like dancing. She spun around and put her ass deep into him. She knew he was feeling her body, so she wanted him to really feel it. Their heads started bopping together and she let his hands do their thing. They made their way from her thighs to her hips and around her stomach. She wasn’t even tipsy and already feeling good. She finished the song with him and then smiled while walking away. She was not about to be with him all night long. She came here to have fun and that’s what she was going to do.
Karma couldn’t resist. It was getting closer to midnight and every time her eyes linked up with Juan, it drove her crazy. She told herself to just have fun and not to go any further than getting a phone number, but her body could not resist. She had to feel that bulge that was poking her during their dance together.
Smacking lips followed their slithering bodies to the back of the house. Juan’s hands had already touched the upper half of her body in ten minutes and she was now ready for him to touch the bottom half. He leaned her against the wall and planted his soft lips on hers. Her mind was spinning with alcohol and her body was covered with some man candy that her sweet tooth was yearning for. She moaned with pleasure as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He brought his lips from her mouth to her cheek to her neck. He began laying butterfly kisses on her right ear, making her body tremble from the tickling sensation.
Juan whispered, “I want you.”
That was what Karma liked to hear. She took her hand down to his Jamaican region and felt him through his jeans. He wasn’t playing, was he? She laughed to herself. He began unbuckling his pants and released the monster from his constricting chambers. Even under the cracked light above them, Karma saw all that she needed to see. Juan kissed her neck, the nape of her chest, and her stomach as he pulled her panties from under her jean skirt. He slanted into her, making his kisses deeper. Karma reached in her purse and pulled a black shiny package. She was so glad that she brought this one, and not the ones for the small to medium size brothas. If she did, she wouldn’t have been able to get her freak on. She handed him the condom and said, “Here you go. It didn’t seem like you were prepared.”
“Oh, baby girl, I’m always prepared. It’s nothing wrong with a chick being prepared her damn self.” Karma laughed and waited for him to slide it on. He rolled it down the shaft and whispered, “I want you from behind. Is that alright with you?”
“Oh yeah,” she meowed.
Karma spun around and rested her arms on the wall. She felt her ass spread apart as he slowly entered her. When he reached the spot of the choice, they both let out a gratifying moan that floated on the night air. Juan gripped her hands and eased in and out of her like a pro. Karma closed her eyes as she felt herself melting onto him. He started to pick up some speed when Juan slightly kicked a box that was near their feet. He then stopped and lifted her leg up on top of the box. He inserted himself into her again and this time went with some full force. It was beginning to get really good when Karma felt her phone buzzing in her pocket. In the midst of her moans, she conflicted with herself if she should answer the phone. Juan began giving her slow strokes that made her shiver in the warm breeze.
“You gonna answer that?” he asked her between breaths.
“Hell….no.” She moaned again. This time her phone rang and it was the ring tone she had set for her mother. Karma groaned at the sound of that. If her mother was calling twice, something had to be wrong. “I have to….answer this,” she panted. She reached for the phone and rather than stopping, Juan continued with a lingering pace. “H-H-Hello? Hey, mama. I’m…f-f-fine. Why am I breathing so hard? I was running up a flight of stairs. I d-d-d-o run. Mama, can I c-call you back?”
Juan was feeling so good and she knew he needed to stop, but she didn’t want him to stop and neither did he. Her mind and body were at war and so far, her body was winning by a long shot. Her mother kept talking, reminding her about the Harvest Tidings service that their church was having this coming Wednesday. Karma had promised months ago that she’d be there. As much as she tried, she couldn’t talk her way out of this one.
“Mama, I really n-n-need to go. I promise I’ll be t-there,” she stuttered. All of a sudden, Juan pulled her back farther and had her bent over half way toward the ground. His mouth got close to her ear and he whispered, “Keep talking to her.”
Karma quickly shook her head as she tried again to get off the phone.
“Mama, can I please…”
Her mother cut her off with reading scriptures and reminding Karma the importance of believing the Lord Jesus Christ and how he died for their sins.
If only mama knew how much sinning I was doing right now!
Juan began pumping harder and faster with her leg still propped up on the box. Before she knew it, Karma’s legs began to tremble and her body began to get extremely feeble. She didn’t want to, but she had to hang up before her mother heard all of Karma’s orgasmic experience.
“Mama, I love you but I have to go. I’ll call you tomorrow.” Karma hastily hung up the phone, and with one hand leaning on the wall and the other holding onto him, she said, “You better work this out!”
Juan let out a laugh as his grip on her hips got really tight. Karma bit her lip with stinging pain, for she knew what was coming. She got hot, and her heart beat like a car stereo thumping in a neighborhood. At that moment, the moon and sun formed a sunset and Karma was cloud nine. She let out a satisfied moan that was well deserved. Juan had literally fallen on top of her as she felt his body shaking.
“Damn. No body has gotten a rise out of me like that in a long time.” She smiled. She didn’t know if it was all him or the fact that her mother was preaching to her over the phone while Karma was getting pounded. Juan stepped back a bit and pulled up his pants. He had a huge Kool-Aid grin as he watched her pull on her panties.
“Damn, baby girl. You were good ya damn self!” He kissed her on the lips and waited until she was situated. She kissed him again and told him to give her a call sometime.
“Trust me. I will.”
Alice Walker on 1/19/2009
I just watched Alice Walker in Washington D.C. the day before Obama got sworn in to be president. I'm sure all know but if you don't, Alice Walker is a wonderful author, poet, activist and a strong woman. She wrote The Color Purple which I am crossing my fingers for the play to come to Indianapolis. She wrote an open letter to Barack Obama that I thought was very interesting. I was so happy to watch this. I have cable but I only have basic. She was appearing on Book C-Span and I didn't know if I had the channel. When I did, I hopped off the couch and said YAY! A little excited...I know but I love to listen to other authors speak. I'm sure I have several reasons why I was drawn to writing. I am a very shy person. I love to read poetry but I always get really nervous reading it in front of people. Writing novels allowed me to be behind the scenes and live through other people-my characters. I often wonder if other writers are the same-quiet, loners, people who would rather listen than speak. People who would rather write in quiet instead of talk in noise. I don't know...it could be just be. Alice Walker was so soft-spoken with a lot to say. She read a poem she wrote shortly after her sister died on December 27, 2008. It was pretty long poem but one thing I remember was that her sister didn't believe in voting. That's not a surprise to me. She was from a generation who saw men, women and children die trying to vote. When Barack was elected, all I heard from myself as well as everybody I spoke to said they've never see this day or never would have thought that we'd see a black president. I said it. I still said it. I was watching Head of State with Chris Rock the other day and remembered thinking when the movie first came out back in 2003 that we would never have a black president. That is why this is a movie. The majority of movies are make-believe. They're supposed to be. One movie made out of comedy did actually come true in reality-Barack Obama is our 44th president. YAY OBAMA! I just had to say that. Alice Walker and Toni Morrison are two women whom I'd love to meet. Not only because they are writers, but strong women who express themselves through word so well that it's literally incredible. They are so intelligent and hush but so powerful. That is a great thing.
Karma Has a Name
What is sexy, confident, full of fire and will always come back to bite you in the ass? Meet Karma Scott, a fiery twenty year old that got what she wanted and who she wanted. It didn’t matter if he had a girlfriend, a fiancée or the wife with kids; he was going to be hers. She met a hotshot lawyer who didn’t hide his marriage. In fact, he kept it on a broad view. Little did Karma know that she’d fall in love, get pregnant, and get caught up in a murder mystery that changed the game forever. All in all, everyone will know that Karma has a name.
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Now the fun begins...
I just published my third novel Karma Has a Name and I am so excited to release it. I've been writing and talking about this book for nearly two years. I started it about six months after Caught in the Middle. I kept getting asked what is the next book going to be about and when is it coming out. I had this crazy idea one day and then Karma came out. Over time though, that idea slowly dissolved into something else. It's a book that I'm very proud of. It's full of pain and sadness, happy times and hurt. It has a lot of hurt in it. When I get a copy of it, I might weep on some scenes because some of them were written from strictly emotion. When I dropped a tear, the character dropped a tear. When I fought with my boyfriend at the time, my characters were definitely fighting. When I read the final copy, I will probably relive a lot of it. I hope that the novel, though doesn't come off as a diary as opposed to an actual novel. I made sure to have the fiction moments of a story but I threw my entire life and heart into the novel. I loved Caught in the Middle. It was fun to write and live through the eyes of Lena Harper, my young naive lead character who was an escort. I loved the reactions that readers had after they read it. I literally can't wait for people to read Karma. I've already had a good review of it. I just hope that people enjoy it and understand the depth of things that went into it.
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