(Lots of them. So many in fact, that I'm pretty sure my family and friends are tired of hearing them. If they're not, they probably should be. Whatever.)
Hello World! Diva Fiction Bytes is where I pontificate. It's how I fill my procrastination obligation. Work, parenting, relationships, traffic jams, television,social issues, technology, books. It's all here.
Looking for a break from the real world? I've got that, too, in the form of my short fiction. Anywhere from 500-3K words. It's not a long term relationship--it's a fiction hook-up. Once you're done, you move on to the next. No calories, no morning-after guilt, no drama.
Comments would be nice.
I'm just saying.
Djuanna
She had known about Samantha and Charles from almost the minute the affair started. Intelligent, athletic, and ambitious- shit, Sam was a younger version of herself. Most women would be bothered by that. Marilyn was flattered. In an odd way, it simply affirmed that Charles still and always would love her, by finding a Mini-Marilyn to romp with.
She didn’t have any idea how to proceed. And yet, she knew that she had to do something. Charles’s body was splayed out on the kitchen floor. The longer she hesitated, the worse things would look for her.
Josette has called me several times over the past few weeks to remind me that I have not posted the rest of Riding The Wave (in case I didn’t remember).
I had every intention of finishing it.
But stuff happened, and i lost the energy for it…..
A Bit of Fiction is where you can get a taste of my writing style. The posts are less than 1,000 words, but they pack a punch. They are just for fun- a fiction quickie.
Stuff I write about when I’m supposed to be writing fiction. In other words, my favorite form of procrastination.
My views on working from home, solopreneurship, consulting, and writing. If I get paid to do it, you can read about it here.
She had known about Samantha and Charles from almost the minute the affair started. Intelligent, athletic, and ambitious- shit, Sam was a younger version of herself. Most women would be bothered by that. Marilyn was flattered. In an odd way, it simply affirmed that Charles still and always would love her, by finding a Mini-Marilyn to romp with.
I’ve been dying for an ereader for some time, and let’s face it, I’ve been dabbling with ebooks for over a year now (reading and writing), so it was finally time to take the plunge.
At some point, you stop and realize that you can’t control the chaos, and since you know you’ll never be prepared for the next upheaval, you decide to revisit your master plan. Or create a new one. Whatever works for you.
I’m very much alive, just not writing.
I have many stories to tell, but life is screwing with me right now.
So, I’ll edit and post Part 2 to A Complicated Matter later this week.
And maybe one day you’ll read about the unexpected journey that has been my life these last few months.
This freakin’ book scared the crap out of me.
So much so that I haven’t finished reading it yet.
But you’ll have to check out my review at UrbanBeatzInc to find out why.
And yes, I wrote a review on a book I haven’t finished yet.
