When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
After I had my daughter in 2005. Having her introduced me to who I really was creatively just like my mom did with me. My mom used to sit in the window and sketch while I was creating clothes for my barbie dolls, lol. I was always into something creative but when I had my daughter, I began to see things differently through her eyes. That's when I started to journal my thoughts. Every struggle I went through I wrote about. Before long stories were forming on paper and I was falling love with that feeling.

How long does it take you to write a book?
Honestly, probably three to six months and even then I am still writing. I never want to rush anything. Because often times I am adding to the story. I would love to just take a year to write and just write.

What is your work schedule like when you're writing?
I write everyday so there is no schedule for me. I work full time, I'm a mom, and a wife so I write any chance I get. Especially on Sundays. A quiet Sunday morning with a fresh cup of hazelnut coffee and everyone is still sleep is perfect for me. Otherwise I have an app on my phone so between lunches ad breaks I am writing. In the middle of the night I am writing and first thing in the morning I write. When the moment hits me, I just write. No matter where I am.

What is your latest release and what's next? 
My latest release was dedicated to domestic violence. It's called "Voices In The Dark." Took me five years to even feel comfortable releasing the book because it was a delicate issue and I took some from a family member's personal experience. I just felt like ti was time and overdue. I am currently working on part two of that book which will be a happy ending. What's next for me? I am a lover of a lot fo things so I m working on my blog, an online boutique and of course more books with my own personal story being one of them.  

Here is an excerpt from my latest boo Voices In The Dark:



At about three o'clock in the morning, he walked in as if nothing was wrong. Shalae could tell he had been drinking and smoking weed all night. He had a stench that she could smell from the couch as he stumbled past her and into their bathroom to wash up. He only washed up when he came in after being with another woman. He didn’t even notice that she was half-asleep on the couch. Shalae wanted to say something, but the doctor told her that she had to remain stress-free in her first trimester.

“What’s up, She? I know you aren’t sleep. Get the hell up and make me something to eat.” Brian always demanded that she fix him something to eat when he came in. That’s because after smoking blunts all night, he had the munchies.

“What’s the matter? Your other chick couldn’t handle fixing you something to eat?” Shalae said, not missing a beat to Brian’s comment. One thing about Shalae, her mouth was as sharp as her suits that she would wear to work. She was always getting slick by the mouth, mainly because she knew it would piss him off.
“What did you say to me? Don’t you ever speak to me like that again! Now get me my food! Crazy bitch!”
Brian, with an open hand, slapped her right across the face for her sarcastic response, sending Shalae clear across the living room floor. He made sure he always left a mark on her to remind her that he was in charge. Shalae should’ve expected that he was drunk and he would always hit her when she didn’t move fast enough to serve him. But this time, she was going to give him exactly what he wanted and deserved.

“I’m going! But the next time you hit me like that, it will be your last!” Shalae yelled as she got up from the floor and ran to the bathroom to see her bruised face.
Brian yelled from the living room, “Yeah, whatever She! How many times have you said that to me? I’m losing count! Go fix your face and get my food. Hurry the fuck up. A nigga is starving,” Brian said as he plunged into the cream leather couch Shalae bought a few weeks ago with her bonus check.

Shalae walked past Brian and into the kitchen to heat up the spaghetti she had made the night before. But this time, she was going to add a little something extra just to show Brian that she wasn’t playing his games anymore. She was tired of the beatings, the fighting she was running out of excuses at work as to why her eyes were always bruised and swollen. Shalae added some grated cheese on top of the spaghetti along with some other extra sharp ingredients.

“She! She! Don’t make me come in there after you, girl! Hurry up!” Brian yelled.

“I’m coming, dammit!” Shalae shouted from the kitchen.

As Shalae walked over to the couch, Brian was comfortable in his red and black Hanes boxers, watching the big fifty-four inch TV that she had just bought. Shalae dare not even try to change the channel because that would result in a never-ending battle with Brian’s fist in her face. It was already four am she had to be gone by six am to get to work on time. Shalae knew that after Brian ate his food, her morning would be a long one, but she didn’t care. Shalae was tired of the bullshit and she had had enough.

“Here you go, baby. I’m sorry I took so long to heat it up. But here you go your drink too. I am going to go to bed; you know I have to be up in a little while. I love you.” Shalae said with a devilish grin on her face as she walked back to their bedroom.

“Yeah…yeah…go ahead man, I’ll be in there when I’m done. You better be ready too.”
Shalae knew that once he was finished eating, he would try to have violent sex with her, but she made sure that this time it wouldn’t happen. As Shalae listened to Brian devour the spaghetti, she lay still in her bed waiting to hear the screams, but they never came. She peeked out the bedroom door to look at him through the living room mirror. He hadn’t touched his drink yet. What was he waiting for? He always went for the drink immediately after he finished his food. That was his routine. Why was he changing up his routine now?

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