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My Writing Journey

I don't think anyone gets it. I think most authors starts out a natural. They study the craft. They knew from the beginning they would need an editor, a proof editor and they probably had some kind of income where they could afford more than one proof reader and they could find readers. Most importantly they got support at home. They were able to set up for book signings and a fancy one too. (  I've seen their photos. 🤢) I wish I could say the same for me, but when I was younger my father tried to squelch it because it reminded him of his mother. Only my mother and sister knew I had what it took to become an author yet at that time, I didn't want to achieve that dream until after I become a teacher. I knew it took money. I knew I needed a job and some income and I was right. I had thought editors were for certain authors so I never hired one for my first and second book and I learned the hard way that I was wrong! As a result, I took down my first book and paid someone t...

The Struggle is Real

If you were to ask me years ago, "Do you enjoy writing?" I would say yes. Mainly because I never heard of all things I've learned over the past two years. I just wrote. The word "Storytelling" shouldn't even be associated with authors. They should be called "Story show-ers." Readers despise who tell their stories because they want to feel what the  character  is feeling. They don't want to be told  "Ed is angry." they want, "Ed's Nostril flared as he clinched his fist. I am not a story shower. I just write. Although I am  learning and practicing, I still feel inadequate for such a task. Shoing is so foreign to me that I even curse readers. But wait! Am I reader too, right? Writing as a professional is a struggle for me. I stare at the page and my mind draws a blank. Why cant people be happy with this? The story? A Second Chance at Love. I have put off Baby Blues because frankly I have no desire to finish it. The hurt  membe...

Living with Alzheimer

No, I don't have Alzheimer, my mother does.  Although for a long time I didn't know this. I believe the disease was there when my father was alive but the disease had lain dormant. Why? I don't know, but the disease triggered in her brain soon after his death. Just recently, my sister told me it began shortly after she stopped going to the senior nutrition center All my life, I had this picture of healthy parents. I thought God would make sure none of my parents would  ever have Cancer or Alzheimer. I thought it would never happen to us! I'm sure many people thought that, but our (My sister and my  situation sis different. If you disagree feel free to comment below) My sister and I have never had a chance to leave home. I think that  it is because I had a mindset that kept me hostage. My sister had her reasons. My father made her an underpaid housekeeper and I went off to  college,  and going to find work where ever I can only to end up back home. After...