Archive | March, 2012

Updated: Lucky 7 Memes–Be Sure to Check ‘Em Out

28 Mar

The other day, I chose and put links for my Lucky 7 Memes. I apologize for not being very computer literate. Below are their websites. Check ’em out.

Five Reflections, where you can read well crafted and descriptive haikus and short stories. See http://fivereflections.wordpress.com/

On Being a Teenage Writer. Mac is a genius. I love reading his blog and getting his perspective on things from a teen’s perspective. See http://onbeingateenagewriter.wordpress.com/

JenniferEaton.com Jennifer knows her stuff. I appreciate her tips and honesty. See http://jennifermeaton.com/

I like  reading a quick 30 Minute Fiction:  I appreciate Nick Roylnd’s blog. Here you can add your fictional works and interact with other writers. See http://30minfiction.wordpress.com/

Brian’s blog called  “An Inked Life” shares original and unique short stories and his experiences as a writer, a father and husband. Sorry, I believe Brian’s starting up a new website–Brian please advise your new website.

If you are ready to Nail Your Novel,  then be sure to read British extraordnaire Roz Morris’ blog.  She’s a novelist and ghostwriter–and provides lots of useful writing advice. See http://nailyournovel.wordpress.com/

Be sure to check out Abominations. Novelist Marc Schuster’s writings resonate with me. I can’t wait to read The Grievers–coming out May 2012. See http://marcschuster.wordpress.com

All of you rock and inspire me to keep on writing. Thanks again Kirsten from A Scenic Route and Write A Book With Me. Go to: http://ascenicroute.wordpress.com and http://wabwm.com

Hopefully these will work. Happy Blogging.

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Poem: Cloth Of Discrimination

25 Mar

 She dared,

to practice her religion.

In America,

the country of Freedom.

Lovingly,

wrapped in the

representative cloak.

Peace and Obedience to Allah.

Crisp white cotton pure

Veiled protection from harm.

Outside she ventured

integrating amongst

Her fellow Americans.

Suddenly, the white cloth

stripped from her head.

And pride.

Wrenched in the racist’s hands

“Go home Arab terrorist!”

Symbol of Purity,

spat and squashed in the gutter.

Like a mangled cockroach lying in filth.

Hateful eyes surround her,

No help offered.

Only stares and silent cheers.

The veil transformed,

Now a dirty rag.

Held it to her chest;

asked Allah to help her understand.

Muslim girl discriminated,

Because she dared

to practice her religion,

Islam

in America;

Her country of freedom.

Nominated For the Lucky 7 Meme…What’s That?

25 Mar

So it seems there’s this meme going around, and my blog  Never 2 Late 2 Write  was nominated. Such a statement would only make sense to someone familiar with the blogosphere, so I’ll explain.

Blogger extraordinaire, Ms. Kirsten from A Scenic Route and Write A Book With Me keeps up with all the latest trends, and has noticed my little blog and given me an opportunity to play along with the Lucky 7 Meme. The rules of this game are:

-Go to page 77 of your manuscript, count down seven lines or seven sentences. Then, post these on your blog.

So, here it is, exactly what I found when I opened to page 77:

I sighed. “Yussef, you flirt with women. Yet you get mad at Michelle if another man even looks at her. That’s the double standard.”

 Silence.

“Let’s not argue about this,” Yussef  cleared his throat. “Stevie, why don’t we lunch together and mourn over our losses.”

Now I was the silent one.

“What do you say?”

“Well Yussef, I’m busy with work and my Islam 101 class.”

 “There’s an Islam 101 class? Where?”

-Tag 7 other authors, and let them know they’re it!

In addition to regularly reading Kirsten’s blogs, I also enjoy keeping up with:

Five Reflections, where you can read well crafted and descriptive haikus and short stories.

On Being a Teenage Writer. Mac is a genius. I love reading his blog and getting his perspective on things from a teen’s perspective.

JenniferEaton.com Jennifer knows her stuff. I appreciate her tips and honesty.

I like  reading a quick 30 Minute Fiction:  I appreciate Nick Roylnd’s blog. Here you can add your fictional works and interact with other writers.

Brian’s blog called  “An Inked Life” shares original and unique short stories and his experiences as a writer, a father and husband.

If you are ready to Nail Your Novel,  then be sure to read British extraordnaire Roz Morris’ blog.  She’s a novelist and ghostwriter–and provides lots of useful writing advice.

Be sure to check out Abominations. Novelist Marc Schuster’s writings resonate with me. I can’t wait to read The Grievers–coming out May 2012.

All of you rock and inspire me to keep on writing. Thanks again Kirsten from A Scenic Route and Write A Book With Me.

Janet–It’s Never Too Late To Write.

PS. If you like my blog,  please Like Me on my FaceBook page.

 

 

Short Story Excerpt: Cloth of Discrimination

18 Mar

Driving downVerdugo Lane, the main drag in Oakwood city, Abdellah kept shifting around in the driver’s seat of his Lexus SUV. Today was Meriem’s first day at Oakwood High Schoolas a tenth grader. It was also the first day the entire school population would see her as a Muslim.

Abdellah glanced at his daughter. “Meriem, I’d wish you wouldn’t wear that scarf.” His Egyptian accent flavored his words.

She rolled her eyes. “Dad, how many times do we have to have this conversation?”

Abdellah parked a half a block away from the main entrance. “Meriem, do you know what you’re getting yourself into?”

“Dad. I can handle this. Really.”

The fifteen-year-old girl with springy black hair and earthy brown eyes decided it was time to stand up for her religion—and herself.

Less than a week ago, she went public with her faith. Meriem began wearing the hijab, a head covering that orthodox Muslim women wear. She knew that wearing it would be controversial in her town. Unfortunately, the closest mosque and Muslim community was 25 miles away from home.

“Meriem”, Abdellah pleaded. “Please, it’s not too late. You can remove it now. Before you get out of the car.”

Meriem shook her head.

Abdellah drove up to the drop off area at the main entrance.

Meriem’s scalp itched from sweat, but chose to ignore it. She gathered her backpack then kissed her dad on the cheek. “See you later Dad.”

He started to release the door lock but she beat him to it. Abdellah reached for Meriem’s wrist to stop her. “Habiba, please be careful.”

“I will.”

***

She made her way into the main hallway with no problem. She received several furtive looks, shocked faces and a few chilling stares.

Meriem felt someone breathing on her covered neck.

A male adolescent voice roared, “Terrorist Alert! That girl wearing the table cloth is armed!”

Meriem felt a sharp tug on her backpack jerking her downwards.

“Hand over that backpack,” said Rob McPherson. His large knuckled hand rammed into her back .

Everyone in the hallway turned to check out the scuffle.

“Leave me alone!” Meriem shouted.

She tried to pull herself away, but Rob McPherson’s strength was no match for Meriem’s.

He released his grip from the backpack. Meriem plummeted to the floor.

Rob looked around caressing his shaved head. “Look you religious freak. Give me your backpack and nobody’s going to get hurt.”

She picked herself up, clutching on to her backpack. “You stop harassing me or I’ll . . .”

His upper lip curled. “Or you’ll what? Turn me in? You can’t do anything to me. My dad’s a cop.” He slithered his pierced tongue across his lips. “That scarf’s causing you brain damage.”

Meriem crossed her arms. “Leave me alone, or I’ll report you.”

Seconds too late, a stout man scratching his flaky red-gray scalp waddled to the scene. In a gruff voice, the school principal said, “Okay. What’s all the commotion here?” He dug his hands into his sweater pockets.

Meriem looked at Mr. Leaferton.

Mr. Leaferton did a double take at Meriem.

“He called me a terrorist,” said Meriem pointing at Rob.

“I did not. I said, ‘Terrorist Alert!’” Rob faced Mr. Leaferton. He fingered a couple of piercings by his eyebrow. “Look Mr. Leaferton, with all this terrorism going on, you can’t be too careful. I was only trying to protect the student body.”

“That’s a lie,” said Meriem. “He was harassing me. He grabbed my backpack and tried to make me give it to him.”

Rob put his nose close to her face and growled, “I didn’t try to make you do anything.”

Mr. Leaferton sandwiched his way between Rob and Meriem. “Okay. Okay. Both of you. Stop arguing.” He looked around. Most of the kids were still there.

The Principal grumbled, “Everyone go to class. Now.”

When the hallway emptied, Mr. Leaferton said, “Miss Lahrichi. Mr. McPherson. I don’t want to have any problems from either one of you. If you can’t respect each other’s differences, then you’ll need ignore each other. Is that clear?”

Both Meriem and Rob acknolwedged Mr. Leafterton’s request.

Mr. Leafterton continued. “As of today, you two are on my watch list.”

An Excerpt from Intrigue: January 10, 1991

17 Mar

 

CHAPTER 4A: ADAM—NO WAY, JANUARY 10, 1991

I just finished working graveyard shift. I got some coffee at King Hall Cafeteria so I could stay up for a few more hours.

Kai strutted into the cafeteria. Shit! What does she want? Her heels clicked on the linoleum floor. She plopped herself next to me.

“Good morning, Adam.”

Her tone frightened me. “Uh, Good morning, Kai.”

I grabbed my back pack and stood up. “Sorry, but I need to get going.”

She yanked my arm and pulled me back into my chair. “Oh no you don’t.” Her eyes narrowed. “You don’t leave until we’re done talking.” She flicked her red mane over her shoulders. “Remember Christmas Eve?”

“Uh, yeah.” How could I forget?

She glared into my eyes. “I’m pregnant, Adam.”

Adrenaline coursed through my veins. “No,” I stammered. It felt like someone throttled my neck. I couldn’t breathe.  “That’s not possible.”

“We screwed, didn’t we?”

“Don’t talk like that.”

“Oh now you’re Mr. Goody-Goody?” she taunted.

“Kai stop bullshitting me.”

“I’m having this baby whether you like it or not.” She rubbed her abdomen.

“Kai, are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure.”

  “Look Kai, I can’t have a child with you.” Sweat drenched my face and arm pits. I could never marry her–or any foreigner. “I’ll pay for the abortion.”

She slapped my face. In front everyone.

The 25 or so students eating their breakfast gaped at us.

“Jerk,” she snarled. “You should have thought about the consequences before.”

A lump stuck in my throat. My eyes started to tear up from the sting of her slap. “We can’t have a baby. Not now.”

“I’m not killing our child because you’re afraid to man-up to your responsibilities.”

Rage overtook fear. “Give me proof you’re pregnant. Then I’ll man-up.” I hawked a loogie into a napkin. “God knows who else you’ve been screwing.”

She started to slap me again, but I blocked her hand.

“Do not ever touch me again,” I said evenly.

I grabbed my backpack and left Kai and the gaping people behind.

A Quick Write is Better Than A No Write

15 Mar

I squeezed in a quick writing towards my Novel: My 10 word a day minimum ended up be a 316 quick-write this morning. Not bad for a busy person who doesn’t have time to write. I’m working out a struggle with my main protagonist, Stevie. She has a lot on her plate right now. I can’t reveal her confusion, but I do plan on posting a raw novel excerpt soon.

Off to work I go.

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All Victories Count

11 Mar

Day Light Savings! I love it. The only drawback is that I have to get ahead of that lost hour.

Instead of writing during dawn’s silence this morning, I wrote amongst tweeting sparrows and cooing pigeons, accompanied by wild parrots performing their daily fly-by squawking ritual, agitating the neighborhood dogs.

I’m making steady progress with my novel. My minimum of 10-words-a-day plan is working. Sometimes, I literally have time to write only a couple of paragraphs at one sitting–but I know I can write 10 words. The best part is, I’ve trained my mind to show up to my writing sessions everyday. To me that’s a victory.

I’ve also confirmed my muses are with me, right now. I experienced “muse-envy”. I didn’t want that to get in the way of my writing. Plus my family is taking my writing seriously. They understand that I’m writing a novel. Two more victories.

I say, “Nothing is more rewarding than writing everyday–regardless of the quantity or quality. It the act of putting pen to paper or fingertips to keyboard, giving your raw creativity permission to express itself.”–Janet Walters

Pen to Paper

 

Here is a quote I’d like to leave with:

“If we had to say what writing is, we would define it essentially as an act of courage.”–Cynthia Ozick

Cynthia Ozick

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Writing.

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