This pic was me at my cousin’s Danya Wilson’s wedding at Miami Beach. It was stylish, joyous and packed with people looking accomplished. Real estate movers partying and exchanging numbers. Entertainment industry types with their trophy tricks. Hell, Trina even came through! I stood off from all of them. I couldn’t help wondering if I should have been there. Did what I could to blend with this tycoon pose… The red tape to get the novels into the high schools still has not passed. I have had hundreds of dollars of money donated to purchase copies of the novel for a boot camp program sitting on a desk for weeks because folks haven’t sat down to simply sign off. I have several meetings with the board of education lined up for January. Just did a pleasure promotional blitz for the book courtesy of Ella D. Curry Creations, had a great interview from it.
Playwright Keith Wade went over my webisode version of North of the Grove. He’s a visiting dramatic theatre scholar at Florida Memorial University who just had a delightful little play called Every Year, performed by the kids on campus. He loved the story, praised its structure. The advice is the same, less talking head, more event-driven. I have been revising for the last couple of days. I can see the improvements, the changes.. It’s just, dammit, I want to get out of this phase. 2014 is up. I’m sick of writing about shit about to get ready to happen. If I were following this blog I’d get sick of reading this shit.
I follow and am not looking for rah-rah posts: the journey might bore and frustrate you (know that feeling!) but to some of us it’s an inspiration, education, and communion. #grindtilraw (You already know)!
Thank you, baby D. I needed that more than you know.