Home stretch, babies. One mo’ read through and then, I’ma let her go… I posted this scene for you because I like the normalcy between my hero and heroine. How easy they are with one another. And of course, I like that Charlie can’t keep his hands off Tunie. He will do anything to ensure her comfort. Seriously, the government or some damn body needs to make this kind of love compulsory for all living human beings. If they did, we could probably end all wars and unnecessary violence. Everyone would be too busy knockin’ boots to knock heads…RIP Mike Brown.
Another night, after she watched something on TV, and he watched her watch it, she rose to refill their glasses with the fresh juice she habitually made from lemons, limes, grapefruit or whatever was handy – tonight was lime ginger ale – and returned to sit beside him on the couch.
“No, sit here.” He patted his lap.
He helped her to sit comfortably on top of him.
“Did you eat already?” He’d been later than usual getting home, and he knew she liked to eat before six.
“No. I wasn’t hungry.”
“You have to eat.”
“I ate earlier.”
“At breakfast and lunch,” she laughed. Continue reading
I ran across this Ted talk from one of my favorite actresses Thandie Newton that I thought you might enjoy. I like to focus on character development a lot in my books, and her ideas around rejection and the definition and identification of self were compelling. Have a Kleenex handy.
This song reminds me so much of my heroine Tommy. Her story is in progress, but she’s been making all kinds of cameos, including in my upcoming book Paying For It. Some characters are like that – like Sharon Jones’ voice – they grab you by the heart and just won’t let go.
Hey y’all. First round edits are complete. Second round begins today! I’ve been cutting and spicing and cutting. Whoo! It’s a beast, but I love it. Here’s another lil taste of Tunie and Charlie’s angst-y tale of romance. Let me know what you think! – SS
Tunie must have walked for over an hour. She walked until she looked up and realized it had gotten dark while she was lost in her thoughts. She was quite a ways from home, and her feet hurt, so she hailed a cab. But instead of heading for the apartment, she told the driver to take her downtown. She couldn’t take anymore tonight. Charlie would probably be gone by midnight, then she could go to bed in peace.
Charlie. Arrogant, silly, spoiled ass Charlie. He was something else. A walking contradiction and he didn’t even know it. So full of confidence, and knowing, but as sensitive as a turtle without his shell once you peeled back a few layers. Continue reading
I love telling stories, especially stories about love. I think I may love writing slightly more than I love reading, and that’s saying something! But there’s something about pulling the ideas from my head and polishing them up and giving them to you that is so fucking satisfying. I guess in my own little way I’m trying to live forever.
I’m trying to create something lasting, something that will affect someone and perhaps, if I’m really really lucky, something that will live beyond me, maybe even forever. I need to. It won’t let go of me, the desire to write. Y’all know it ain’t easy, and I might like another obsession, but it’s just there, scratching at the back of my eyeballs like the rough end of a feather. Remember when they used to use feather tips as ink pens?
But enough. We have barbecues to attend and wine to drink, flags to wave and anthems to sing off key. I’m blessed to live in this grand country of ours, a country where anything is possible. Like a little black girl from Chicago writing about sex and love and having strangers from all over the world read her work. :)
Thank you. From the bottom of my heart I appreciate you, dear readers.
God bless America. #willwriteforfreedom
Y’all, I’ve been tearing Paying For It up! Editing is a beast, but I’m pushing on. I’m looking forward to a long weekend to spend some quality time with my baby (WIP). Meantime, here’s another unedited snippet for you to taste. This is what happened right after Tunie accepts Charlie’s proposal to be his mistress. Lemme know what you think. – SS
The call came conveniently while Tunie was on her break at work the next day.
“Yes, this is Tunie.”
“My name is Charlotte, I’m Mr. Douglas’ executive assistant. I’m about to text you some information for an appointment he would like you to keep tomorrow afternoon.”
Tunie heard the beep before the woman finished her sentence. “Got it.”
“Please take a moment to review the information and let me know if there are any problems.”
Tunie looked. Serendipitously tomorrow was her off day. She’d agreed to cover for someone for a few hours in the morning, but she could make it in time no problem. “No, ma’am. I can make it.”
There was a pause. “Please call me Charlotte.” Tunie thought her voice sounded a shade warmer. Perhaps she wasn’t used to her boss’ mistresses calling her ma’am? Continue reading