Thursday, April 23, 2015

2011_THROWBACK THURSDAY

The year was 2011 and it was June. I was a hot mess trying to get ready for my graduation ceremony, not to mention my three children needed my assistance as well. I had gotten on my husband's last nerves the night before. But needless to say Marvelous pulled us all together and made the day come out smooth.




TOP 10 SONGS OF 2011

LMFAO feat. Lauren Bennett & GoonRock - Party Rock Anthem
Katy Perry - Firework
Katy Perry feat. Kanye West - E. T.
Pitbull feat. Ne-Yo, Afrojack, and Nayer - Give Me Everything
Bruno Mars - Grenade
Cee Lo Green - Forget You
Nikki Minaj - Super Bass
Maroon 5 ft. Christina Aguilera - Moves Like Jagger
Black Eyed Peas - Just Can't Get Enough


TOP 10 MOVIES OF 2011

10.) War Horse, The Help, Harry Potter, and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2
9.) The Tree of Life
8.) Margin Call
7.) Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy
6.) Hugo
5.) Midnight in Paris
4.) Moneyball
3.) The Descendants
2.) The Artist
1.) Drive


What were your favorite 2011 moments?

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Wednesday, April 22, 2015

WRITER WEDNESDAY_GIRLS LIKE YOU

Today's #writerwednesday post comes from BeJeweled: What A Tangled Web We Weave. It's the second book in The House of BeJeweled series.


CHAPTER FIVE_GIRLS LIKE YOU_EXCERPT

“Come on, girl, keep it one hundred with me. Don’t come talking that mess about no S and M. If we gonna be friends, Nikki, you gotta know you can trust me. Whatever you say to me won’t leave this room.”

Nikki had been pulled into the massage room by Wesley after he had glimpsed the bruising underneath her makeup. She often thought she could fool people by covering up the bruises, and usually, she could. But when she was in the break room talking to Belinda, Tyrone, Paulette, and Rory, he was standing close to her in the crowded area and caught a glimpse of bruising on her jaw, underneath the makeup. Wesley had waited until the others left and asked her to follow him.

“What are you talking about, Wes?” she asked, attempting to put him off.

“I’m talking about that bruising underneath your makeup, on your jaw.”

“Oh, that’s nothing. I was opening my cabinet door this morning and didn’t move out the way in time.”

“You sound like the traditional battered woman, Nikki.” Wesley sat with his arms folded across his chest, staring at her. His look was making her feel a measure of discomfort.

“I’m not battered, Wesley, and I don’t need you to play my super hero, okay?”

“Look, don’t slam attitude at me when I didn’t do nothing to you. I’m hurt that you would insult my intelligence the way that you keep doing. What the hell I look like, Booboo the fool? Yeah, a’ight, you smacked yourself in the face with the cabinet. I don’t know what you think revealing the truth to me is going to do. If you ask me to keep something between us, I will. But it would help if you had someone to talk to. It’s only so much baggage one person can carry around. So all’s I’m saying is I’m here for you. As a friend, I can listen and give you a shoulder to lean on when you need it. I can give you things from a man’s perspective. And I can pray for you. The power of prayer is formidable, and it can change your life around if you let it. James five and sixteen says ‘Confess your trespasses to one another, and pray for one another, that you may be healed. The effective, fervent prayer of a righteous man avails much.’”


“Alright, Pastor Wes. You wanna hear my problems, here they go. I’ve been married to the man I love for eight years. He lost his job a couple of years back, and shit ain’t been the same since. His casual drinking has turned into a love affair with his favorite bottle of booze. Now he’s pissed, because he can’t buy it when he wants it let alone take care of his wife. He wants offspring that he can’t have and doesn’t know why. But deep inside, I know he blames me because I had an abortion when I was 16 and haven’t gotten pregnant since. His father was an alcoholic and abused his mom until he murdered her. Now his dad is spending life in prison and blames Carlos for his mom falling out of love with him after she gave birth to him. She became depressed and wanted out of the marriage. So one day, his beatings got out of hand, and he killed her. Then Carlos had to go live with his grandma. Grandma Pearl would take Carlos to see his dad, but when Carlos got grown, his dad told him not to come visit him anymore. Carlos took it personal. Now his failures keep him feeling like less of a man. I can’t talk to my moms and sis, because they can’t stand him anyway. They feel like I can do better.”

Nikki took a breath to compose herself before tears started flowing. “Wes, I love that man and I told him for better or for worse and for richer or for poorer. So I’m not gon’ bail on him now when his chips are down, and he don’t have nobody else to turn to. His grandma is old and feeble now, but she’s a good, sweet woman. She can’t do nothing to help him. If I turn my back on my husband, he just might end up dead. I know there’s a good man still inside of him, and I believe he’s coming back one day. Until then, I’m still gonna be here.”  Nikki had been slumped over in her chair, but as her story came to an end, she sat up and ran her fingers through her long, jet-black, wavy hair.

Wesley’s eyebrows were raised at her verbal spewing. “Bet you weren’t ready for all of that huh, Wes?” Nikki asked.

“Unless history repeats itself and the generational cycle isn’t broken,” Wes stated.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“You said you’re still gonna be here. You will unless he kills you first.”


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Tuesday, April 21, 2015

MY WRITING WORLD

Today I'm sharing a little peek into my writer's world. It's my inner sanctuary that allows me to breathe, relax, and do me. I'll share pics, my pet peeves, and maybe a few secrets. We'll see.


WRITING PET PEEVES:

  1. A long series of boring songs on Pandora.
  2. Kids knocking at my office door non-stop for little arguments, or just nothing at all. Sometimes their distractions are welcome.
  3. Spelling errors.
  4. Failing to use my outline and forgetting very important background information for my stories.
  5. Time has flown by and I accomplished nothing more than a few paragraphs.

WRITING SECRETS:
  1. I have to have music when I write. Jazz and classical are great to write to, but I love a little hip-hop, R&B, or gospel for particular scenes.
  2. Reading everything to my husband throughout the writing process.
  3. Take a reading or music break when I encounter writer's block.
  4. I self-edit throughout the writing process. I can't help it.
  5. I have to find pictures of my characters beforehand. It helps me visualize them and their attitudes when writing.
  6. I keep a Pinterest board for each story, and I work on it while writing the story.

My chaise lounge allows me to rest my back, take time out to read and just chill when it all becomes too much.

When my energy drops and I need a little pick me up, my mini fridge in my office provides all my needs. :)

Yes, I'm a self-proclaimed gum popper. And yes, I get on your nerves doing it, just like Kianna (check out BeJeweled: The Flight of an Angel). LOL!

My writing space. I love having my laptop sit in front of the window. Sometimes it's inspirational...other times it can be quite distracting. But that's only if you're nosy. ;)

My organized mess.


A girl can't write without some Pandora. That's the shhhh!!!



Monday, April 20, 2015

WHEN FAILURE ISN'T AN OPTION_MOTIVATIONAL MONDAY

http://www.factory45.co/entrepreneurship-the-real-downfall-of-failure
"Failure will never overtake me if my determination to succeed is strong enough." Og Mandino

There's an old saying that failure is not an option. I once heard a pastor say that in this lifetime you will have many failings, but that doesn't make you a failure. As I pondered on that I came to realize how true that is.

It all begins with your mindset. If you have a goal in front of you and it appears impossible and definitely challenging at times, you may be tempted to give up. You may be struggling and overwhelmed. At this point, it's okay to step back and step away from the task at hand.

Maybe you need time to REJUVENATE your mind, so that you can bring new creative ideas to the project.

You might need to REFRESH your spirit. Having a determination to be excited and passionate about your goals and dreams again will enable you to tackle it with new verve.

Or it could be that you need a chance to RENEW your commitment to the task at hand. When you're fully committed to something, nothing will allow you to give up on your goals. No amount of distractions will be too great, causing you to fall behind.

So what is it that you need to do to rejuvenate, refresh, and renew you ask? It all depends on your personality type.

  • Create a vision board. Oftentimes seeing your dreams can help make it a reality in your mind, enabling you to work that much harder towards your goal. Your mindset changes and you won't see giving up or failure as an option. But instead you're inspired to work to make your dreams come to pass.
  • Listen to music or read a book for fresh flowing creative ideas. You'll be surprised at how your creativity can be revived while basking in the natural talent of others. I often write to music, it channels my energy and puts me right there in the moment. Reading allows me to take a break and relax from all the hard work I've put in.
  • Go for a walk, or exercise to strengthen your resolve and commitment. Exercise can change your mindset and determination.
  • Change your tactic. Maybe what you were doing the first time didn't work for you and another outlet will.
  • Discuss your thoughts and ideas with others. Brainstorming is the best way to kick off the creative juices and commitment. Someone might say something that will trigger a thought in you.
  • Watch the sun set or rise. It's such a beautiful and breathtaking event. Surely this will get your juices going.
  • Visit a museum, concert, or some other artistic forum. Allow your inner child to be released, and let that wild child flow.
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Sunday, April 19, 2015

SAMPLE SUNDAY_MY BUSINESS

I'm sharing a sample from Book II in The House of BeJeweled series. The second book, entitled What A Tangled Web We Weave, is scheduled to come out next month. In the meantime, here's a sample for you to enjoy...


CHAPTER ONE EXCERPT:
MY BUSINESS

She inserted her dollar into the vending machine and pushed the Dr. Pepper button to retrieve her soda.

“Whas’ up, l’shorty?”

Nikki turned around and greeted Wesley with a “nothing much,” while twisting the cap off her soda bottle.

Wesley plopped his books onto the table and slid his dark, chiseled body into the chair and laid his head on top of his books.

“Somebody seems tired. Books kept you up all night, college boy?” Nikki teased. She enjoyed giving Wes a hard time, because he could take it as well as he could dish it out.

“You don’t know the half of it,” he mumbled.

“Had a hot date to top it off?” she inquired, sitting in the chair next to him.

He turned bloodshot, hooded eyes her way. “Pssh, man, I wish. At least then I could say fun contributed to making me feel this way. As it stands, I’m suffering from sleep deprivation between this job and school. But that’s only because I have finals coming up, so I’ve been studying later than normal.”

“Muchacho, you always tell me that it’ll pay off in the end. So keep your head up.”

“I know. But sometimes it gets the best of me. What’s going on with you, baby girl?”

“Nothing much, just chilling until my next client comes. I’m tired, too.”

“Late night of rough loving?” Wesley asked, eyeing her.

Nikki knew that Wesley was teasing her, but she still felt uncomfortable. Her discomfort resulted from the fact she knew there was more fighting than loving going on in her house last night.

“I’m like you, Papi. I wish.” Nikki took another swig of her soda and then pointed at Wesley’s open book. “What you studying there?”

Wesley sat up and looked at Nikki with half-closed eyes. “Well, I supposed to be study—” Wesley pulled back and then leaned in close to Nikki again. He lifted her long, curly black hair away from her neck. Instinctively, Nikki pulled away.

“What’s that, Nikki?” he asked, in a sobering tone. The light, teasing tone he had just used in their conversation was replaced by a serious, dark pitch.

She repositioned her hair around her neck again and gave Wesley a dismal glance. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she lied and stood to leave the room.


Wesley grabbed her tightly by her wrist but instantly released when he saw her flinch. “That bruise around the back of your neck going up behind your ear.”
 

She had done a great job of applying the makeup this morning, but never thought she had to apply it to the back of her neck, or behind her ears. The way she had styled her long hair, she was sure people wouldn’t notice it. But in the brief moment that he had been preparing to explain his studies, Nikki had gathered her hair in her hands. She had quickly forgotten the bruises, which decorated her neck like a tattoo, allowing Wesley a glimpse into her private hell.

“That’s none of your business, Wesley,” she replied in a nasty voice.

“It is my business if someone’s hurting you. I’m your friend, Nikki. You should be able to trust me with anything. Is your husband abusing you?” he questioned her point blank.

“No! We just have very intimate and frisky ways of making love. But that’s not for you to put out there to anybody, do you understand me?” she asked.

“Whachu mean, frisky ways of making love?”

“You know, like…like, S & M…?” Nikki lied. She held her breath for a brief moment. She slowly released it as she saw the realization of what she was telling him dawning in Wesley’s eyes.

“Ohhh, you mean like whips and chains and that kinda freaky stuff?” Wesley asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Exactly! But don’t be telling nobody my business.”

“I didn’t know you was that kinda girl. I know I’ve heard things about y’all Hispanic women, but dannng, Nikki. For real girl I had no clue.”

“You didn’t need to have a clue. It’s none of your business. And I don’t want everyone in my bedroom, is that understood, Wesley?” Nikki had her hands on her hips. Her eyes were shooting sparks of anger at her friend.

She was glad that he had believed her story but thought it was best to get out of dodge now before he began asking too many questions. They were really good friends, but she had never shared that side of her life with him before. Nikki had heard the rumors flying around about her abusive marriage, but it was only guesses. No one knew anything for sure. And she sure as hell wasn’t going to convince them otherwise.

“Dang, baby girl, I get it. I guess that I have to go and get me a Puerto Rican girl, too. I want her to do some freaky stuff to me. I don’t want the whips and chains, but I can think of some other things she can do to me.” Wesley rubbed his hands together and licked his lips, teasing his friend.

“How do you know that’s not my black heritage coming out in me? Who’s to say it’s my Puerto Rican heritage? Or maybe it’s a combination of the both. You won’t find out,” she heckled, rolling her neck and pointing a finger at him. “Besides, all I can tell you is to try and find a woman who’s caliente like me!” Nikki licked the index finger of the right hand, rubbed it down her breasts and to her stomach and made sizzling noises to show how hot she was.

“Damn!” Wesley smiled and shook his head.

Nikki looked at him one last time “Men!” she exclaimed and walked away.
 
 
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WRITING MY DREAMS,



 

CHELLE RAMSEY