Q & A

Hey Guys and Dolls,

I made a post a while back #askmeanything and I received a few questions on my INSTAGRAM AND FACEBOOK STORY. Although this was some time ago it is never to late.

So , below are the answers you have been looking for!

If I have missed anything comment below….

1. Do you only write fiction?

For now, yes.

2. What’s your favorite book?

I cannot pick one it would be doing an injustice to the others, seriously.

3.How long have you been writing?

It feels like forever, but I really took it serious in year five when my teacher took great interest in my work. My teacher was determined to see me succeed advocating for advance curriculum.

4.What inspired you to write?

I loved reading from a young age and I fell in love with the characters in Roald Dahls extensive collection, before graduating to Judy Bloom and R. L. Stine. I guess I just wanted to create my own little worlds that black girls existed in. It was always apparent that none of the characters I read about lived in my world. When I was introduced to Rosa Guy I began searching for black narratives far and wide. Essentially my love of books inspired me to put bed to paper.

5.Do you know that there are very few black British writers?

As far as statistics are concerned there is a limit number of black writers and illustrators in the field. However, when you cast you eyes across instagram beneath the hashtag #blackbristhwriters more than a few pop up. There are many resources available via social media and Web outlets. Multiple #illustrators and #digitalartist fully capable of providing services required ate accessible.

There is a hashtag for everything

#editor

#publisher

…you get the drift..

#publishers

6. How do you make contact with other authors and publishers?

As a independent writer finding the right people and sourcing the correct services can be difficult. Do not fret, social media has a whole heap of options available to you.

It is important to forge relationships with like minded individuals. So, send a few messages to illustrators and editors you like or better yet click their links and complete your own research.

By sending a personal message you could potentially curate a productive relationship that can also be beneficial to both parties in terms of advice and support.

Disclamer: If you get no reply please do not badger anyone. ONE message is enough!

Also there are many loops on Instagram connecting likeminded people. Requirements to join are below in their description box, each look is different. Currently I am fascinapted with #blackwomenlooping.

@blkwomenlooping

7. Do You ever feel like giving up?

The independent publishing world is a lonely place. So, yes I have multiple times, but something always makes me go back to doing what I love. In someways it helps me stay sane. Don’t be put of by the fact you might be doing this alone. This should help you remain focused on your goal.

Thank you for reading #askmeanything

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The initiative has begun. Actively challenging the issues and breaking down boundaries for BAME writers Jacaranda books have established a long list of writers who have produced significant work detailing the inner workings of our times. Recently creating the #Twentyin2020 I have been following the journey closely and after anticipating the first release from @jacarandabooks here it is live and in living colour. I cannot wait to dig into the folds of
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VIBES

B THE VIBE, DON’T LET THE VIBE B U||
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The energy you give out is the energy you get back. That’s what they say! But, how much time have you put your all into something and seen little return. The point is we live and we learn. You cannot let the energy of others seep into your space.
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The truth is you exude the vibe you surround yourself in. Create a Vibe that lives beyond the confines of others and dims your light. Be you! Be the Vibe….
Do not let that deter you from being who you are instead, use that to create your own vibe. .
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UNREAL

Reece had waited through the depths of the night without a glimpse of her in the distance. Shuddering from the morning breeze he pulled the sleeping bag tighter around his frame. Everyone else was asleep inside the warm tent. How could he sleep with her on his mind! Nobody believed he had seen a thing, but he knew she was real.
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As the sun rose above the sea line he spotted movement in the distance. The passing dolphin flipped her fin and swam away. Dropping his cover he rose form his spot and kicked the sand beneath his feet.  Strolling towards the sand dune he looked back at the sea disappointed, maybe he didn’t see her after all.
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“Are you waiting for me?”
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She smiled shyly as he remained mute. Stunned he stared in  amazement, her hair a mass of spongy curls and her torso standing on two feet. “Do you speak?” .
“I thought you were a…” Reece replied, unable to complete his sentence. .
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“A what?”
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“A mermaid.” .
The words sounded so silly but the mermaid had been so real.
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She chuckled lightly, “Don’t be silly mermaids dont exsist!”
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Shrugging Reece kicked the dirt once more. “Guess they were right then, I am mad.”
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“My family think I’m mad too, they never come to the beach.” She replied. .

“We come every summer.”
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“I know.” She whispered. .
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Reece forgot about time in her presence, the sound of his name drifting across the waves pulled him out of her trance. Walking through the short path of dunes he realised he didn’t even know her name. Retracing his steps he saw no sign of her.
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From her perch in the sea she watched him walk away with her in his memories. .
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THE ROUGH WITH THE SMOOTH


Sometimes we put so much effort into doing our best and the outcome is not always what we desire. ..
NEVER GIVE UP
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The way to success has never been an easy path. You have to take the rough with the smooth.
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DETERMINATION BREEDS SUCCESS.
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If you think you have failed, you haven’t ! What you have achieved is a lesson learnt and a guide to achieving greatness. .
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B L O S S O M

He stood at the patio door and watched her move the leaves away from the root of her tree. The way her back bent ever so slightly and her hands danced across the leaves evoked his memories. Sometimes she had been withered and badly beaten by the rains but never once did she complain. Standing tall in the summer sun she would clutch her petals and bloom again. Smiling he observed as she walked towards him an old twinkle in her eye. It amazed him that while the tide of nature slowly approached and their final winter was almost due he still looked at her as a fresh summers bloom. .
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NEVER LOOK BACK|| COMING SOON


Sometimes we think we never have to look back, but when the past come knocking backwards is the only way forward……
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Victor thought he would die with his name but the owner wants it back.
Can Victor give up everything his accomplished?
Will the past kill his future?
Or will Victor make the ulitmate sacrifice and live?
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SUMMER LOVIN’

The summer had came and settled in preparation for the passing Autumn breeze. Yet, here they were still stuck in the heat of their love. Four whole weeks of discovery gathering pieces of each other and storing them inside memories. That time had come to an end and the reality of life lost in fairy tale adventures and stolen kisses had come to an end. Who had thought she would find a gem in the small coastal village.

The bench had grown warm beneath them as they huddled together beneath the shelter.

“Will I ever see you again?” He asked.
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There was no easy way to say goodbye so she intended to do it fast. Shaking her head she wiped away the wisps of hair that clung to her face and gazed into his eyes. “I don’t think so!”
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Clutching her hands in his he frowned. ” What about us.”

Shaking her hands free of his she lowered her gaze from his intensity. “I mean we had fun but….””

We can write, I can call, maybe I could even come for a visit.” He pleaded.
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An image of her father crossed her mind and she shuddered. “I don’t think my father would approve but I could write I suppose.” She shrugged.
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“Good.” He gushed. “I will write first thing.”


It was that simple, his way into her future. A letter arrived two days later with all intentions of love and a romantic reunion. Notting down a few words she returned her page with a second class stamp and forgot about her summer love only he hadn’t forgotten her. The snow fell from the sky and landed upon the earth leaving a white carpet behind. Footsteps led up to the doorstep his hand upon the bell. The summer that was only meant to last a season, the holiday love she had forgotten spilled into her winter turning white snow rosy red. .
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THE HAZE

As she walked through the valley of the unknown she danced with slight apprehendsion of what is yet to come.
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The extraordinary sights not yet in her  mentions or even love from the man whom would be the one
Fluttering through the haze she sees the path to follow.
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Taking flight she revells in the risks of living
intending to live a life that keeps on giving.


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THE TRUTH: PART ONE

She had waited long enough, pulling her phone from her pocket she dailled once more. Cursing as the connection dropped she redailled with urgency.

“Kale.” Sighing as an automated service played in her ears she took a deep breath and waited for the beep.

“Kale, I tried to tell you in person. I owed you that much! But as usual I reside on the back burner and the streets come first. Well..I need you to know that I never meant to hurt you but after years of living in the shadows I had a moment of weakness I can explain. Dont be mad at Da…” her words fell into the silence as the automated service kicked in once more.

“To re-record your message press 1.”

It had been a long time since Kale had promised her his undecided attention but the more she waited the less magical his attention became. Between the folds of the streets and beneath the armpit of his non – biological blood brother she was a distant third. Holding onto the suitcase she surveyed the room she had tried to make a boudoir of love and pleasure with a pinch of regret.

Everybody had warned her about the bonded brothers and the failed relationships that had befallen Kale, that was no deterent. Six foot tall and the prefect shade of darkness she had dreamt of his chiselled body before its conquer. Dreams had been built in here, the heart of their home but just as Kale would never truly be hers the house wouldn’t either. A choice had to made and she knew Kale would never be strong enough to make it. That’s why she was making the hard desicion for him. Sliding the wheels along the wooden flooring her feet dragging as she descended upon the door. It was as easy as reaching out and pulling the handle but her body wouldn’t allow her.

“I made my choice!” She exclaimed to no one in particular.Streching out her hand, the cold metal in her palm she pulled down and closed her eyes as metal buckled beneath the power of mechanisms. The sunlight greeted her with a warm smile as she stepped onto the pavement and inhaled deeply. Distracted by her thoughts of freedom, revelling in her truth she bore no witness to the death that held her within it’s sights.

A rhythm racing through her body with every step further away from her proverbial prison she felt her chains breaking. Pausing for thought at the florist on the corner she wondered if the flowers could feel the eurphoria pulsing through her veins as she fingered the gentle petals.

“Going somewhere.”

Rising from her crouching position she stood rigid gazing down at the flowers withering in the presence of death.

“Are you following me?”

“Do I need to?” Daze whispered.

“I’m grown.”

“Your also carrying precious cargo that could belong to me so I see no issue in ensuring your doing right by my baby.”

A churning in a stomach drove the nausea to the back of her throat as her disgust consumed her.

“I’m sure my brother would be interested to know his wifey is nothing but a careless gyal “

Facing him with venom mustered from her hate she choked upon her words as Kale strolled across the road towards their confrontation. Stepping into his arms she inhale his cologne as he hugex her softly, kissing her lovingly he stepped back and observed the suitcase with confusion.

Pointing the object of confusion he quizzed “Whats going on here? You leaving me?”

Daze chuckled ” Same thing I said brudda.”

Gripping Kales’ hand with her free one Karla squeezed it lightly. “I’m not going anywhere babe trust me, the devil is a liar. “

“Seen babe I thought something happened.”

“Something did but we can talk about it later.”

“Well… since everything is all good I will get with you later. Me and Daze got business to deal with.”

Sighing heavily she watched as they skipped across the road in unison her mind heavy with the truth. Erasing the voicemail had been an instant reaction to her admittance of guilt but she wasn’t guilty of no crime. Staring at the car as it drove by she grimaced as Dale winked her way his sickly sweet smile a poisonous bite to a fragile victim.

There was no more running even if it killed her Kale needed to know the truth.