As amazing as it feels to be self-published I fight now to keep my baby afloat, and I won't stop there. I want a publishing company to pick me up eventually. I have amazing book ideas for days, but it is stressful trying to manage every aspect of the book from beginning to end. I need help. For now I'm struggling and learning how to make my book accessible, visible, and overall put out the best product I can under the circumstances. Meanwhile, I continue writing.
My next book is still underway. Some of you knew it as Stories of L, but I'm revamping it and shifting a few things to make it a full novel and not just a novella. I want this to be a series which includes a universe of characters that interact. All lesbian, all of color, and all seeking different levels of love while still trying to pursue there lives. With that the title will be changed to ...And Then There's Love. This will reflect the idea that we all have things were chasing, dreams that are still on our agenda, but then love comes along and we have to see if we're truly ready for it. Whether that is having love already and recognizing that person, finding love for the first time, or finding love all over again. I plan to represent the LGBTQ community and especially those of color in my writing in such a way that we are given more depth and better representation. We don't always love perfectly, and sometimes we love too much. I want to show all those sides.
My current book of poetry and first published book is available at Amazon under I Never Knew How to Tell Her. I will be continuing my poetic exploration with a new title that will reflect more of life in general rather than a focus on love. This will be more of a journey into self-love and hope. A brief sample of a poem in the works is available below, enjoy.
I look at the marks on my skin
how they stretch.
I wonder if this is why I don't love me?
Or was the love misplaced
in the days where I ate with no end in sight
resulting in my scarring.
A representation of how I fought myself
and my hate inside.
Even now as I shrink in size,
growing broader in mind,
my body is still marked by landmines.
Sagging skin no longer holds tight
and I live with signs of my war.
Will she still love me?
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