Tuesday, April 12, 2016
Thursday, February 4, 2016
Ah, February! When America engages in 29 days of Black people trivia. When the fate of the season rests solely on the furry shoulders of a woodland rodent. When commercialized romance is on full display, reminding me of how single I am. Oh and it’s my sister’s birth month or whatever.
It’s also a benchmark of failed New Year’s resolutions. Against my better judgement, I made FIVE of them on New Year’s Eve, and I’ve managed to break ALL of them within the first month. Let’s review, shall we?
· Work out more: drove past the gym twice and kept driving
· Be more attentive to friends and family: wait…who are these people?
· Get a boyfriend: Neither Channing Tatum nor Idris Alba are returning my calls.
· Give up coffee: Hahahahahahahaha!
· Write more blog posts: *Crickets*
In other words, it’s a New Year and the same old me. So, what have I been doing in my down time? Well…
I WROTE A NEW BOOK! Yes, you heard me right. I have a contemporary YA novel coming out in May from Point (Scholastic imprint). No paranormal creatures in this story, sorry. Told in alternating point of views, KEEP ME IN MIND follows a young couple’s journey to get back what they’ve lost. For him, it’s the love of his life. For her, it’s her memory.
A GIRL WHO CAN'T REMEMBER. A BOY WHO CAN'T FORGET HER.
ELLIA DAWSON doesn't recognize the handsome boy who sits in tears by her hospital bed. He claims he's her boyfriend, Liam. But to Ellia, he’s a Stranger. She remembers her name. Her parents. Her best friend, Stacey. But Liam is a total blank in her life.
LIAM MCPHERSON is devastated. His girlfriend, Ellia, suffered a terrible accident—maybe because of him —and now she’s lost her memory. But the harder Liam tries to reach Ellia—to remind her of what they had—the more she pulls away.
As Ellia begins the slow road to recovery, Liam begins work on a secret project that he hopes will bring back the girl he loved. But can there ever be a future when the past is in pieces?
I’ll be giving away ARCs soon, so stay tuned for contest announcements. In the mean time I promise to be more consistent with my posts. The past year has left me plenty to snark about and I’m due for a good rant.
Let me know in the comments what you guys think of the book cover.
Thursday, May 22, 2014
I’ve said this a few times in my tweets, but I’ll say it again for good measure. I don’t want kids. I’m an aunt, that’s enough. I can’t really see myself doing this gig full time—maybe like two hours on the weekend, but that’s about it. And it’s not that I don’t like children, I just value that return policy that comes with borrowing other people’s property.
So yeah, I have this niece who’s about 14 going on 25. I call her “Monk”, because when she was a baby she would climb all over the place like a little monkey and the nickname just stuck. I rarely use her real name (rhymes with Sailor) and all her friends give her crap over the baby-ness of it all. It’s all part of the perks of being a “bad auntie”: picking them up from school in a bathrobe and hair rollers just to embarrass them, recounting tales of that weird baby blanket fetish in front of potential crushes, or laughing as they receive that well-deserved spanking that had been five years overdue. The humiliation of those you love is its own reward.
Anyway, Monk’s at that weird age where you’re a teenager only by numeric count and you:
a) Have no job
b) Have no driver’s license
c) Have no respect for anyone’s free time and demand to be chauffeured everywhere at a moment’s notice.
d) Have no means to contribute to the gas expenses for desired excursion.
I don’t know if she’s practicing for the step team or what, but from what little I could translate, she’d somehow found herself in a love triangle. Typical, if not cliché, but I listen anyway in case there’s some good material I can use in my writing. Oh, and that caring, supportive adult thing. This is the most she’s spoken in three weeks to something that wasn’t an Apple product, so it had to be a big deal.
During this ten-minute clap-happy monologue, she presents enough drama to fill a 30-minute slot on a MTV reality show. The stars of this teen soap opera is a boy named I-can’t-spell-it-Quan, who Monk is “talking to” but isn’t serious enough to declare a boyfriend. Then comes the Jacob Black antagonist named Dante/ Devonte/ Cool Ranch Dorito—whatever, who already has a girlfriend, but is expressing amorous feelings toward Monk via text and tweet. After finding these impassioned messages, the girlfriend is voicing her outrage on the web and has challenged Monk to a duel. Now, Who-Named-This-Kid-Quan is willing to defend Monk’s honor under the condition that they date exclusively. All blackmail and threats aside, Monk’s main concern is that Di Vinci/ Divergent/ One Direction may not be sincere in his affections. Otherwise, why does he still have a girlfriend?
Confused? You’re not alone.
Monk says, “Yo, I’m so caught up.”
And I’m like, “Yo, when did you start dating? Where does homework come in on this? And when did your life become juicier than mine?”
This just goes to show that I would not make a good parent. I’m not only losing track of essential items like car keys and sunglasses, but I’m also losing track of time. I could’ve sworn that when we pulled out of the driveway I was strapping her into the rear car seat, and now as I glance sideways, I see a young woman wading through the rough waters of adolescent stupidity.
I secretly long for the days when she was cute, nibbled on her own toes, and earned her namesake. I don’t want her hurt, but there are some things that she’ll have to learn on her own. I could give her my take on the situation, which is all kinds of WTF, but I can tell that she just needed a non-judgmental sounding board. Nothing I say will stick anyway, at this point her head’s buried in that stupid iPhone again and she won’t come back up for air for days . . . or until she needs a ride home.