In a writing and editing update post I talked about how I’m breaking up my poetry book Breathe into three separate books. I didn’t go into much detail, I only mentioned (I think) that it would be released in March.
Now, I have a bit more time to go into why I’m doing this and what the message is behind these poetry books.
I’ve got a new story in the works, up on Wattpad and on Tumblr called To Be A Hero.
I was challenged by a friend and fellow writeblr (@gingerly-writing) – a writer on tumblr to write a superhero story, something completely out of my comfort zone. I’ve only kind of started stepping into the whole superhero thing in general a couple months ago with No Capes on Wattpad and the release of Dr. Strange (My all time favorite male actor: Benedict Cumberbatch. Whoop!).
So, after about a week and a half (maybe even more) of hem-hawing I wrote the first chapter of a superhero story.
I’m writing actively again!
In a previous post, I talked about life and writing. The post was riddled with self doubt, sadness, and writer’s block. Now two weeks later I’ve got a new writing project under way, and dearly loved, while I’m taking a break from regular writing stuff.
This has been posted on my website, writing blog and tumblr.
A lot has been going on for me lately; personally, academically, online and mentally.
Those of you who know me from Wattpad know that I posted a new short story collection on Wattpad, then took it down two days later. You may have also noticed that I also took down almost the rest of my stories leaving two still posted. You also realize that on March 1rst I was supposed to reveal the chapter of my NaNoWriMo novel: We Fall Down, it didn’t happened.
“You gave up your right a long time ago, Jake,” Her voice sank lower, clouded with anger and frustration. “Don’t make me kill you too, because I won’t hesitate.”
She could hear him swallow, hard but he played it off, raising his hands in front of himself, as if warding off her attacks. “It wasn’t my fault,” He repeated the mantra of lies she’d heard too many times over the years and despise crawled up her throat and curled her lips. How could I have been so stupid as to begin to trust him again. “It wasn’t my fault.” He whispered it this time at her back as she turned to trail the procession until they reached their an area where she could get a clean shot without getting caught.
Can’t wait to release this piece to Wattpad this march!
To honor the thousands of African Americans who were lynched in America. They were loved ones, sweethearts, and most importantly people yet they were murdered many times for nothing more than the fact that their skin was darker than white people’s skin. This is for all those who are unknown, nobody knows their names, nobody knows who’s loved one they were; this is for the ones who we do know, who do have names, because it makes even more real, that someone knew who they were. They had family and communities who grieved over their cold bodies. This is for them: