Feeds:
Posts
Comments

Posts Tagged ‘books’

"James Baldwin" Watercolor on paper. Copyright 2013 Totsymae

“James Baldwin” Watercolor on paper. Copyright 2013 Totsymae

I used to read James Baldwin in high school. I didn’t understand much about what I read but I did with time and age. I’d long before discovered other African-American writers in 7th grade. When I came upon them, because they weren’t introduced to me early on in school, I thought I came upon a gold mine.

Now, Baldwin was quite eloquent with language. I thought I was smart for reading his work. He was also the writer to challenge Maya Angelou to write her biography as literature. She met the challenge and I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings was born.

My aunt, whose husband was in the military, met Baldwin in Paris, where he relocated. He was downright tired of the racism in America and lived out his days in France. I don’t know if my aunt was at his apartment or where she was when she met him. I knew that must’ve been a treat for her because she was sharp and worked at the Library of Congress where folk register their titles.

If you think you might delve into Baldwins’ work, try If Beale Street Could Talk, which I found to be an easier read than his later works. You may also be interested in his essays. Folk who read essays are real smart, I think. I read them sometimes, therefore, I’m smart some of the time too.

I’m not sure when Baldwin appeared on this particular episode of Dave Cavett’s show. He was, however, speaking for the time. Not only was Mr Baldwin a novelist and essayist, he also wrote plays. One was entitled Go Tell It on the Mountain.

You can learn more about James Baldwin at Biography.com.

About these ads

Read Full Post »

Okay. Here’s the deal. I need your help, if you care to give it.

You see, I’m trying to figure out this cover design for my little ebook and well, I can’t figure it out. Therefore, I need you decisive folk to click and vote for the one you think oughta be the cover. Normally, I would come up with three pieces of artwork but since I have three different cover designs, let’s pretend I followed best practices for the design world. After all, I did come up with more sketches you didn’t see, so I did all the work in the background.

Now, just so I don’t get on your nerves or nothing, if I haven’t already, I won’t make mention of voting for nothing else until I ask you to vote for something else. I would reward you in some way but I’m planning on a yard sale next year and I can’t pull nothing out to give you ’til I see what sells first. I’m all about industry and whatnot, if you catch my drift. I will, however, make up your time in the future, if you call clicking a button all in half a second taking up time. You let me know and I’ll catch you on the rebound.

Anyhow, make yourself useful while you’re here and vote. And grab yourself some punch and knock yourself out. (See how funny, and ultimately, lame I can be on the spot?)

Thank you, folks.

Cover art and design by Totsymae - No. 1

Cover art and design by Totsymae – No. 1

Cover art and design by Totsymae - No. 2

Cover art and design by Totsymae – No. 2

Cover art and design by Totsymae - No. 3

Cover art and design by Totsymae – No. 3

Read Full Post »

Okay. I have this cool title for my book of flash fiction. Right now, it’s gonna be in ebook format only. I’m calling my debut publication Sock It to Me, Baby. I told you that before but?in case you didn’t remember…

I’m?not altogether sold on this cover, so I’ll present another, hopefully, before the week is out.? I find it so hard to satisfy myself. I’m halfway done with the second piece of artwork, so I’ll do my best to have it posted in a coupla days. I feel myself getting ill again. Not like me. The quick turnaround, so maybe it’s a temp kinda thing. Meaning, it’ll be all good tomorrow.

For this book, I even have a concept for my book trailer. I don’t know if folk do that for flash books but oh well, I am. It’s gonna be fun. I hope. If I don’t cower, it should be fun. We’ll see. In the meantime, I’m trying to figure?out this whole e-publish formatting. The cover is right, from what I’ve read so far.

I thought of writing something on the raunchy side but I’m not the raunchy type. Least nobody’s ever told me that….Hmmm…Wonder if that’s a good or bad thing. Maybe good, for a Southern Belle as myself.

sock it to me baby

Artwork and Cover Design by Totysmae

Read Full Post »

Dried Hibiscus leaves. Photo by Totsymae 2012

Personally speaking, I think men folk have made a big ole mess of America. Not that I think a woman can come in and clean it up any better. I don’t. The problem is, I don’t rightly know who can. I was thinking of packing up my shit and flying in to D.C. to see what’s all the fuss about.

I’ve whipped me this dish called floffel for the airplane ride and sliced up some tomatoes, with some cucumbers to go along with it. I don’t eat airplane food too tough. Trouble is, washing up in those little toilet areas and not being all greasy when I go sit down with The President to have my talk. I don’t just need to talk to him though. Those knuckleheads in congress been bitching for too damn long, haven’t they? I don’t know why. They have everything at their disposal. All I wanna do is ask one question and then I’m outta there. My one and only question would be: Do you really give a damn?

On the good side of this post, I’m reading Heartburn by Nora Ephron ’cause Patricia, from Patricia Sands, told me it’s a good read and since it is, I guess I can trust the next time she says something’s good. Thanks, Patricia. You’re alright with me. If anybody else can point me to a good book, please do. I caught the tail end of the TV folk talking about Maeve Binchy today. All I heard was them talking about her work. I’ve read a couple of her books and seeing that she was mentioned made me wanna buy a book of hers. Then, I looked on the internet a minute ago, after it took a billion years for it to act right, and read that she passed away. She was 72. Rest in peace, Ms. Binchy. 

I haven’t been watching the Olympics. I don’t know why but it’s not the same since I’m not in the U.S. Maybe that’s my excuse to not watch it. I don’t know. I mean, I’d like to watch it but I don’t know why I won’t. Ain’t that crazy sounding? When I actually sit to think about it, I’ve had the channel directed to what I thought were the Olympics but it sounds like Olympic News and other news. I’ve only been turning on the TV for noise sake; not watching it.

Anyhow, that’s all I’ve got cooking in the pot today. Have a delicious day and I’m not talking kinky.

Read Full Post »

“Madonna” Google Image.

Or did I never tell you?

You do realize we’re both lions and our daughters are Libras, born days apart right? Only thing is, Madonna’s been married one time more than me and there’s that teeny matter of the income gap between us. I’m working on it though, along with the whole Madonna physique thing. Well, I was.

Somewhere, between eating a sandwich and lifting 20 kilos, I got tired. I’m like, “Totsy, who the hell you kidding? You’re doing good to walk around the damn compound for an hour.” I imagine for Madonna to look the way she does, she’s doing far more than getting her heart rate up with brisk walking or that other jive ass exercise I call myself doing. And too, I imagine if she’s doing push-ups, she’s not on her knees doing them like me either. But then, I didn’t want her arms in the first place. I wanted Michelle Obama’s arms, Janet Jackson’s ass and Jennifer Lopez’s abs.

See, you have to piece together what you want in this life and go for it. Though somehow, I changed my mind. ‘Cause to be honest, I don’t have that kinda time. Seriously. None of them are writing books. If they do, they hire themselves a ghost writer and then get a personal trainer to work their bodies out and  a chef to cook them skinny foods. I have no such luxuries.

And then, I look around at the women folk I’m working with now and I ain’t bragging or nothing but I know physically, I’m much better off than they are. So I get to thinking, ‘I must be the Madonna among us.’ And for real folks, sometimes you know, whether you vocalize it or not, and I don’t. Which makes me think I have to work harder in the little gym over here if I wanna keep up my “Madonna” status. Maybe I need to walk around this place a little faster or take up running.

But folks, I know me. I ain’t running nowhere unlessen something’s chasing behind me, trying to bite me in the ass. I ain’t hardly trying to have somebody rationing my food to me either. And actually, I’m doing a decent enough job at that myself. I’m back to eating apples again since I’ve grown tired of cooked foods. And the whole deal with getting Jennifer Lopez abs, well, it just ain’t working out being that I only may do 100 crunches a week. Shit, I get busy doing nothing and forget sometimes. You know, my mind’s preoccupied with lifting my abaya when I walk up stairs, trying to keep folk from jumping ahead of me in line, trying to figure out a way to get into some trouble over here without going to jail and narrowing down the shit on my to-do list once I finish the list I’m working on now. I’m just busy, folks. I’m living a real life. Forget Madonna and all them.

Read Full Post »

I spent a little time painting in Photoshop and listening to music on the plane. 12.5 hours is a long time in the air. Copyright 2011 Totsymae

I totally forgot to celebrate or acknowledge one year of blogging. Two days ago, that is. So, what have I accomplished besides running my mouth here? Well, let me see:

I spent six weeks in Taiwan. Got real tired of the dirt and pollution and took my ass back to the states. Since I’d never been there, I figure me seeing some other part of the world is an accomplishment, don’t you?

I finally got me a Nook. It was a gift, so it’s not like I accomplished getting it myself but if you wanna count the fact that I hinted around a million times that I wanted one, well, I must’ve run it in the ground and my son and now, daughter-in law, whom I’ll call Mr and Mrs Soldier Boy, got it for me.

I’ve finished a book of flash fiction. I’m a little unsettled right now, which I won’t go into, but I’m wanting to put the work out there once I get the cover design done up. If I’m able, I’ll try to upload and let you vote on which is the best look for me. Maybe I’ll pick a name from a hat and the lucky winner will get an abaya sent off to them to sport around. (wink, wink)

I’m halfway done with my book of short stories. I don’t know if that’s an accomplishment or not. I’ve had so many interruptions but I aim to finish it within a couple of months. Shit, I’m getting on my own nerves in not finishing yet.

I got to travel to Saudi Arabia. I know it’s strict over here and all but I get to see it all for myself. I feel lucky and unlucky at the same time. Though, for the sake of mental health, I’ll focus on the lucky.

I figured out how to restructure my novel. I’d been having some major issues with backstory stuff and now that I’ve figured it out, I can settle down to write, once I’m settled down, that is. Shit does happen in life and right now, I’m dealing with a hunka shit, folks. That’s just the way it is. In the end though, I know it’s gonna be all good.

I learned how to say my head is hurting in Arabic and thank you in Chinese. Not that my head is hurting. Though it’s big, it feels just fine. Because I’m starting a little newsletter/journal over here, I asked one of the Sudanese ladies to give folk like me Arabic lessons in the newsletter. And, because I’m a graphic designer, the newsletter will be interactive with audio and videos. Anyhow, I asked her to teach me that ’cause folk need basic communication skills in Arabic when they go to a doctor. Not that I plan to be going to no doctor over here. Please, pray that I don’t get sick over here, folks. Lordy, mercy! And too, I won’t be saying thank you in Chinese over here but I know how to say it in case I need to.

I got myself a tan. Not that I needed one but I got it over here in this hot place. It’s getting hotter too and I ain’t figured out a hiding place yet.

I explored new ways to express myself artistically. Well, I don’t sing and dance but you know what I’m saying if you’ve been hanging out with me for a good while.

I met the U.S. Ambassador of Saudi Arabia and got in arms length with the prince. Being at that little brunch made me kinda homesick but I’m all good now. At least, as all good as can be expected being over this way.

And I have to thank all you good folks for sticking around. Much appreciation to you.

Read Full Post »

One matter of my pondering is the erratic nature of this here blog. I say that ’cause I see other blogs that have a straight-on direction.You know, they may write about writing or do reviews, things of that sort. Now, you may not have noticed at all but there have been a couple of times when I got stone bored with blogging but like other matters in life, I saw my way through it and kept chugging away.

On the backside of all this, I’ve been writing a lot of flash fiction as I, mentally, try to work out how I need to restructure my novel. Now, this is the novel I aim to finish first ’cause it’s the same one I took to my critique group that helped me define my writing style. Let me say this folks, Totsymae is the writer and the other person is the artist. The artist ain’t been painting so much ’cause Totsy’s taken over after so many years of not writing faithfully. And that’s okay. With this collection of flash pieces though, I’ll be doing a lotta drawing and painting soon.

Any ole how, sometimes I have to reflect on this blog so that it’ll keep my interest, as well as yours. Certainly, I don’t wanna write nothing where you can see I’m totally distracted or the blog’s turned into a Hollywood gossip column. Well, I do like dabbling but I won’t dig down too deep in the Wood. Okay? Believe it or not, I’m methodical about the content here but not in an organized fashion. So maybe you can answer some of these burning questions:

  1. Should subscribers know the rhythm of when you post? Should they expect to hear from you twice a week, if that’s how you roll or once a day? I ask this ’cause word is, if you wanna turn blogging into a profession, posts must be consistent. That’s not my target but for whatever you’re doing on your blog and you want followers, blogging, it’s said, shouldn’t be sporadic.
  2. What’s too much in your mailbox? Is three times a day too much? Once a day? What?
  3. Are guest posts okay on the blog you subscribe to or not? What if there was a noted author or noted whoever? Would that be cool?
  4. What’s your least favorite topic when reading a blog?
  5. What makes you fall in love with a blog or fall out with it?

These are all general questions you can relate to any blog, not mine specifically. I guess I’d be okay with you telling me something I didn’t wanna know. I don’t know. I’d have to read what you said first. Then, if I didn’t like what you said, I’d blog real bad stuff about you. Just joshing, folks.

Many thanks to all of you. You’re most appreciated. I was about to say I don’t have any thank you gifts to hand out but I do actually. Download this PDF. Listen to it and after you finish your business, hang it on your wall. (Hehehehe!)

Read Full Post »

"Afro and Hoops" Watercolor/Acrylic on paper. Copyright 2012 Totsymae

Everybody’s got a story but is it worth telling? I can’t say mine is or ain’t but I was sitting here thinking,’Well, what if it was?’ And if it was, what would I call it? Maybe I could run a few stories by you to read, I reckon, but a whole book? I don’t think so. But if I did, I came up on a few titles to sum up what this life of mine would be in the form of a book. Nothing fancy schmancy, of course.  Just a little something to sum up my story ’cause you have to grab the reader in one hot second.

Today, I’m sharing my prospective titles IF I ever found myself with nothing else to do and stopped for a period of time to find myself interesting enough to talk about for 3oo or so pages. Maybe you’ll come up with your own ‘what if’ titles for yourself. I think it’s good reflective time. You might be more full of yourself than I am. I don’t know. I’d have to read your story and tell you if it was worth the effort you put into it or should you have devoted your time to something else. Not that I’m an expert or nothing.

Like, say for instance, if all you’ve ever done is gone to school, got knocked up and your mama was ranting in public about stuff she knows nothing about, Bristol, that ain’t a reason for a book. That’s just all the more reason for you to stop being fast in the tail and rush over to the local Home Depot for a carton of duct tape for your mama. Live long enough to have some dirt on you that we can really talk about, where you can share some real life lessons. For the time being, just go on a campaign to some schools and call it, Keep Your Legs Shut Real Tight.

I was in this writing group some umpteen years ago and this woman wrote a memoir. Not only did she write one but she had three of them suckers. I have to give her credit for writing three whole books as I still work on my one. I won’t take nothing away. Thing was, she was sitting there reading some pages and in the book, her character, who was her, was reflecting on some unfortunate events in her life. So, she said something about being abused. I was like, “So, when did that happen?” She said it was the time her daddy slapped her. I was like, “Was that the only time?” She said it was. I said, “That wasn’t abuse. You just got smacked ’cause your daddy wasn’t having no backtalk.”

Now, granted, I ain’t never been slapped. I know it must’ve hurt. And maybe I had it all twisted but I didn’t see it worth putting in the book since there was no series of abuse. I mean, shit, I couldn’t even remember the slap. She overplayed the whole situation, is how I saw it. I felt like slapping her for arguing the point but being that I ain’t into that sorta thing, I shut right on up. After all, I was in her house and eating her food since she was hosting the critique group. I won’t bite the feeding hand. Okay? She had a right nice spread on that table. Y’all would’ve enjoyed yourselves over there.

Anyhow, here are my ‘what if’ working titles for my memoir. While you’re looking, do feel free to share what the title(s) of the story of your life would be. Here are mine:

Ain’t This About Some Shit? – This is when I tell you about odd shit in my life; stuff that was done to me and dumb shit I’ve done to my own self; folk I’ve gotten caught up with and felt like I was a fish in a net. I hate when that happens, don’t you? Oh, don’t act like I’m the only one.

Tales of a Belle from Down Yonder – A coming of age memoir. I would start it off like this: Once upon a tale of a Belle from down yonder. I think that’s the beginning of a bestseller, given some fictional accounts here and there.

(Lordy Mercy) I’m in the Bathroom! – All the shit I have to put up with during my respite time; I take you into the upheavals of my life while I’m trying to use the toilet or take a bath. Why folk wanna talk to you while you’re in the bathroom, I never understood the attraction. Children are real good about this and I’d dedicate this one to mine.

What would be the title for the story of your life, folks?

Read Full Post »

Author Bebe Moore Campbell in 2005

Occupy Blogosphere and Celebrating Bebe Moore Campbell

“As I grow older, part of my emotional survival plan must be to actively seek inspiration instead of passively waiting for it to find me. ”  

Bebe Moore Campbell

I still miss Bebe, who was called Elizabeth Bebe Moore at birth. She passed almost six years ago, after battling brain cancer, at the age of 56. On February 18, she would’ve been 62. And I still miss her ’cause when I read Your Blues Ain’t Like Mine, I was hooked, which was a story rooted in the death of Emmett Till. In the latter part of her writing career and life, she tackled the subject of mental illness, in the form of a children’s book, Sometimes My Mommy Gets Angry and novel, 72 Hours Hold.

It used to be that I’d go to a lot of author readings awhile back but I never got to hear and see Bebe up close. I’d just stalk the internet, waiting for my favorite authors to come out with their latest. One such day when I was scanning the internet for Bebe, I learned she had passed on. Broke my heart, it did, ’cause she was one of them authors that had something relevant to say. As well as being a writer, she began her professional career as a school teacher in my hometown after graduating college and later went on to become a freelance journalist, where she wrote for The New York Times, The Washington Post, Ebony, among other magazines. She was also a regular NPR commentator.

As one who’s always been an avid reader and later, aspiring writer, Bebe Moore Campbell was and continues to be a positive light for me, based on the work she did while being among us. New York Times did a write up after Bebe’s transition, which you may read here.

Bebe Moore Campbell Color Sheet, Adobe InDesign Copyright 2012 Totsymae

Read Full Post »

Aaliyah (R.I.P.) Copyright 2011 by who? Me.

Hey, folks. I needed to peep in and give a quick scoop. I’m pressed for time ’cause I’m making my way back to the beauty school to get my do done. I didn’t tell you I walked away from there last week, rather displeased. You talk about somebody who couldn’t wash hair, folks, I had her!

First off, I didn’t have the usual student working on me. Hoooooooney, I got under that wash bowl and Other Person was barely grazing my head and that frustrated the shit outta me! But I was cool and patient. I’m proud of myself ’cause I only showed a hint of irritation a couple times and even left her a tip. Folks, I had to remember that was a school I was in and not a soul dragged my ass in there to be tested on. But it’s all good. I’ll be real happy when I leave there today ’cause Hook Me Up Student knows how to do whaaaaat? Hook Totsy right on up, y’all.

Now, what I wanna holla at y’all for is this little story I started yesterday. You can see it’s like a mini book, so I’ll get back with it and let you know what happens with Desperita and Bootleg Man. Just so you hear it from me, they were both a trip, I thought. Who knows what’ll end up happening with those two. Writing that was totally unplanned, so soon as they let me know what’s going on, you’ll have all the low down and dirty on those two. Check them out tomorrow to see what’s going on.

On another note, since I’m doing the mini book, this week will be the last Flash Fiction Friday. For now. I don’t want any speed bumps on the back end of me finishing up the short story collection. So, I have to give up something for now. Thought I’d run that by you to see if that was okay… Okay, cool. I like folk who can dig where I’m coming from.

Anyhow, I gotta give attention to folk I’ve been reading and about to read. Lately, I’ve been purchasing a lot of indie authors’ works. Denis Gray’s Lucky, I’ve been reading excerpts from his FB page and just ordered the book. He’s got a pretty extensive background in publishing and has written plays, short stories, you name it. I’m about to purchase his short stories on CD too since it’s gotten good reviews. I listened to the samples, folks and it’s hot! If you’re a jazz lover, you’ll enjoy it, I promise. Kenya D.Williamson, I have to credit with starting me in writing flash fiction. I read her first piece on her blog and was like, damn, that’s some good shit! Her novel is Depth of Focus. Sonia Rumzi is my Twitter BFF and absolute doll to me, always retweeting my posts and letting me borrow recipes from her blog, that I’ll more than likely pass on to my son to cook for me since he’s a chef. Her work’s on Smashwords, entitled Caring for Eleanor. Rhonda’s,  A Piece of Peace, is another good read for y’all to have a look-see. She’s also a poet and I got to hear it on her website. Nicole Sconiers, y’all, is definitely somebody to watch for. Escape from Beckyville is her debut publication of short stories. You’ll also wanna check out Kaye George’s Choke, which is a mystery and her blog excerpt got me interested. All of these great women folk are SheWriters. Men are there too, so don’t be shy about joining.

Plenty of variety to keep us all well-rounded, yeah? Folks, I gotta go now. I’ve been battling with this damn fly since I started writing this post and it’s about to make me go mad.

Read Full Post »

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 1,562 other followers