I’ve been working on my latest project. Iniko is a short novella about the bi-racial daughter of the West African goddess, Mawu. This project has been intense and emotional but I believe that readers of the African elemental series will be excited. There’s plenty of sword action and of course, controversial issues that relate to Africana women. So far this series has tackled, domestic violence, female genital mutilation and now trokosi slave wives.
I’ve been back and forth over whether I need to cut down on my blogging. Finally, I’ve come to a decision. “Yes.” It’s time for me to pull back from weekly blogging and settle into a monthly blog schedule. As much as I enjoy sharing ideas week-to-week, I’m ready to focus on my fiction writing […]
I almost turned around and walked away from Dragoncon. I waited for three hours in a line wrapped around the Sheraton Hotel. Both my husband and I were exhausted, hot, and tired. What kept me going were the energetic people around me. They were dressed in costumes, laughed loudly, and were there to have a great time.
This is the last chapter. I hope you all have enjoyed my Summer Reading Fest. Don’t forget that I’ll blog next week about why I chose to include domestic violence and female genital mutilation in my paranormal romance. This is the last week to participate in the free drawing for Breaking Free so make sure you RT/Tweet, like my FB page, or sign-up for my subscriber’s list.
I’m hoping that you’re on the edge of your seat. Shania’s got that creepy priest after her baby, her memories are all messed up and Corbin’s about to go through an evil awakening. Do you agree that she should run? Finish Chapter Five of Flee.
Is everyone ready for Chapter Two? This week proves to be interesting with Corbin’s knowledge of Shania’s pregnancy. What will he do? Is it ok for him to propose at her grandmother’s funeral?
Hope you all leave me some comments today. Here’s Chapter Two.
Welcome to my summer reading fest. I’d like to introduce everyone to my heroine, Shania. Her grandmother has passed away and left her an interesting wood box that hums and glows. Nobody else can see that part, though. This box is opening up her earth elemental magic. It’s awakening her lost memories.
I’m hoping to inspire conversations around the Africana symbols, Shania’s creepy ex-boyfriend, Thor, her dog, or even if a romance heroine is allowed to have an abortion.Let me know what you think.
BTW, Don’t forget to RT/Tweet, like my FB fan page or sign-up for my subscriber’s list to win a free e-copy of Breaking Free. Without further adieu, Here’s Chapter One.
Let’s talk about the social commentary of teen dystopian literature. What the heck is it anyway? Dystopian literature takes a social problem and extrapolates that problem to a frightening extreme. I grew up reading Ray Bradbury but today’s craze is all about the Hunger Games. Everybody is talking about it and publishers want to find the next one. Teen dystopian fiction sells big but it’s also good. I love dystopian fiction but let me back up a bit. Let me put this in perspective. People step back from me when I tell them that I’m a Native Detroiter.
I do not believe I am a racist. And yet I can make thoughtless comments, be oblivious, be hurtful without realization or intent. Like when I offered a hairdrier to a black friend. Hey, I thought I was being helpful. Forget color-blind. I can be down-right blind.
I don’t classify people by race. Why? I grew up with parents who were from the deep south. They would whisper things like, “well, he’s black…” as if that would explain something. Those comments made me ill. I grew up in Silicon Valley in the middle of the dot com boom. My early jobs were so multi-cultural that to me the world was a rainbow. I tour guided at a museum that drew international tourists and tried to learn phrases in as many languages as I could.