I've been invited onto the 2007-2008 Femme Fantastik Tour, started by best-selling authors Lori Bryant-Woolridge (Hitts & Mrs.), Nina Foxx (Just Short of Crazy), and Carmen Green (What A Fool Believes).
They'll be on the tour, as well as Reshonda Tate-Billingsley (I Know I've Been Changed), Trisha Thomas (Nappily Ever After), and Yours Truly, aka, The Kid.
The tour visits military installations, in support of our brothers and sisters in uniform throughout the year. I come from an Air Force family, so I'm very excited about giving back in this fashion.
Watch this space for further tour details, like locations, dates, and times. Perhaps we'll be in your town sometime during the year.
More to follow...
Friday, January 19, 2007
Sunday, January 14, 2007
January 14, 2007: Do Dreams Have a Sell-By Date?
In 1988, when I was in my serious Anglophile phase and deep in the music of the new British Invasion, Julia Fordham, one of my favorite British singers, released a self-titled CD (For Six Degrees of Separation trivia buffs, a young Caron Wheeler sang backup on this CD before she blew up with Soul II Soul, who sang – you guessed it – Back to Life.). One of the hits from the Julia Fordham CD was Where Does the Time Go.
Flash ahead fourteen years. January 2002, in my thirty-sixth year on earth, I’d had it with being an intellectual sharecropper, tilling everybody’s field but my own and swore that by the time I was forty, I would be living my life as a writer. In the interim, I diligently pursued the dream, got a book deal, and published two decent-selling books. So, I asked myself, at 12:01 am, on December 27, 2006, when I officially entered my fourth decade, why was I still working for The Man instead of being able to support myself as a writer like I’d wanted?
To read the rest, check out my January 14th post at Blogging in Black (ain't I a tease?)...
Flash ahead fourteen years. January 2002, in my thirty-sixth year on earth, I’d had it with being an intellectual sharecropper, tilling everybody’s field but my own and swore that by the time I was forty, I would be living my life as a writer. In the interim, I diligently pursued the dream, got a book deal, and published two decent-selling books. So, I asked myself, at 12:01 am, on December 27, 2006, when I officially entered my fourth decade, why was I still working for The Man instead of being able to support myself as a writer like I’d wanted?
To read the rest, check out my January 14th post at Blogging in Black (ain't I a tease?)...
Monday, January 01, 2007
January 1, 2007: Happy New Year!
Happy New Year, everybody!
Don't hate. I'm still languishing down in the Bahamas, enjoying a beautiful sunny day. Actually, I wish I were languishing. I've been working feverishly on my NaNoWriMo entry, polishing it up so that I may share it with you(se) later this year. Since the book is set in Nassau, I'm using my surroundings as food for The Muse.
Sadly, I return to frigid D.C. on Wednesday. So, I must get all of my Vitamin B (a.k.a., Bacardi) in in two days. Pray for me! :-)
All the best to you and yours for this new year.
More to follow...
Don't hate. I'm still languishing down in the Bahamas, enjoying a beautiful sunny day. Actually, I wish I were languishing. I've been working feverishly on my NaNoWriMo entry, polishing it up so that I may share it with you(se) later this year. Since the book is set in Nassau, I'm using my surroundings as food for The Muse.
Sadly, I return to frigid D.C. on Wednesday. So, I must get all of my Vitamin B (a.k.a., Bacardi) in in two days. Pray for me! :-)
All the best to you and yours for this new year.
More to follow...
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