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November 10, 2014
All Grown Up
The Random 30 (circa 2010)
I came across this the other night as I was scrolling through my Facebook page. I wrote it back in 2010 – thirty random facts about myself.
I now know #1 and #5 are not true, #14 will always be true, #19 cracks me up, #23 is probably a permanent state of being for me, and #27 makes my heart ache.
Here they are, verbatim, just as I wrote them, despite the fact that the editor nerd in me wants to make changes here and there. But I didn’t. I left everything as is.
Check ‘em out.
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1. I was passionate for many years about horses. I lived and breathed them. They’re the only things that can make me miss the South.
2. In high school, I firmly, 100% believed I was moving to a phat-ass loft in Soho and was just generally going to be pretty fucking fabulous. Never got the loft in Soho (but had a few in BK), but there are days when I think I’m pretty damn awesome.
3. When I first came to NY, the subways still had graffiti, Tribeca was no-man’s land, Columbia was in a “dangerous” neighborhood and 42nd street was awesomely gross.
4. I don’t know if I’ll ever get over losing my book collection when we sold our brownstone. I was friends with the buyer and figured I could get my books a week after the closing. Big mistake. She had contractors start working on the house right away and I lost twenty years of pure love and devotion.
5. I have a sick obsession with Friday Night Lights. Maybe it’s the whole high-school-down-South thing, I have no idea. What I do know is that I’m damn near positive I’m the only one who feels this way cuz you should see the looks I get when I try and recommend it to someone.
6. When I was five I��believed I was born white and the sunshine in Seattle gave me a permanent tan. I engaged in endless battles with my best friend, Doug, about this very “fact”. Despite��his stubborn refusal��to believe my Seattle sunshine theory, he firmly believed that since I was so brown, there was simply no way my blood was “red like his”.
7. This led to a great short story I wrote for a Creative Writing class in college and got an A
8. When I first met my friend, Danica, I thought she was so gorgeous I simply couldn’t speak. I sat at dinner in silence while she and her boyfriend and my boyfriend chattered away. Interestingly enough, later she told me she had the same feeling upon meeting me.
9. I LOVE ice cream. I mean I really LOVE it. Like I could live on it. Like I want to marry it kind of love.
10. I wish I appreciated my body when I was in my twenties and early thirties…and even just a few years ago.
11. I’m bloodsisters with Sarah.
12. People often ask me “how’s motherhood?” and initially I didn’t know how to answer, mostly because I felt like they wanted to hear all these flowery, maternal cliches spew forth and that’s just not me. However, the other day while chatting with a friend, I figured it out: motherhood is calming. I feel an inner peace I had no idea possible.
13. Jessica and I found a Playgirl when we were little and hid it in the woods to sneak peaks at all the “ding-a-lings”.��Jessica and I also wrote a song together called “Flea Bites on My Balls”. It seems Jessica and I were rather penis-obsessed little girls.
14. There’s nothing cooler or more awesome than Dash.
15. In second grade I almost died after suffering complications from my tonsil surgery recovery. Word to the wise: do NOT run around upon coming home from such a surgery unless you want to shoot rivers of blood from your throat every time you open your mouth. (DO run around if you’re trying to lose weight–after finally recovering, I lost so much weight I was relegated to wearing my younger brother’s clothing)
16. Dash got his name from “The Incredibles”, a fact which he finds absolutely intriguing every time he watches the movie.
17. Henry and I met in the post office by my law school while we were both buying stamps.��I remember thinking,��damn that guy has a nice ass. :)
18. Despite all my claims to the contrary, I adored my senior year AP English class. We were such an awesome crew.
19. I ruined Alex Allen’s idea of our prom, but he ruined my idea of our friendship. Boys–if you like a girl, you should tell her cuz beating around the bush just messes shit up. And telling everyone in school that she’s a lesbian��is definitely not the way to win her heart.
20. Watering the plants and flowers in our backyard with Dash is one of my favorite things to do. I love the fact that he’s SO into taking care of all the plants, making sure the birdfeeders are full of food and exploring as much nature as possible in our little, urban oasis. Seriously people, he’s insanely cool.
21. I worked on the Mumia Abu-Jamal death penalty case for two years. It’s probably the main reason I’m not doing that kind of work right now–I just couldn’t imagine being so depressed and distraught for the remainder of my career.
22. My husband and his friends have some of the funniest stories I’ve ever heard. Coney Island’s finest, baby.
23. Credit cards and I are NOT friends. We stay very, very, very far away from each other. Unfortunately, it took me quite a while to realize the unhealthy and abusive nature of our relationship.
24. When I got to NY, all my college friends say my accent was so thick they couldn’t understand a single word coming out of my mouth. Which is funny because I used to pride myself on the fact that I did NOT have one lick of a southern accent. ha, ha…I so did not know shit back then.
25. Porky was�� my childhood dog. Everyone should have a Porky in their lives. We rescued her and she in turn, loved us like only a dog can love a bunch of kids. For some reason, my mom never let her outside, nor did she take her for walks, but rather let her out onto our enormous back deck. That was the extent of Porky’s outdoors. And as much as she loved us, I also think she loved being outside (and��by outside, I mean the real outdoors,��not the one of my mom’s creation)��because whenever she got the chance and caught one of us kids holding the front door open a little too long, she was out of there like a bat out of hell. All you’d see was a white streak headed for the woods, being chased by a whole gang of neighborhood kids. We could never catch her and would always fear she was gone for good, but she always, without fail, came back home, muddy, scratched up and happy to see her kids.
26. I also have a sick obsession with Angelina Jolie.
27. I owe some people in my life an explanation.
28. Weddings are insanely overrated. You can’t tell me otherwise. If your wedding was the greatest day of your life, I’m happy for you and it’s all good. But that’s not going to change my opinion. My wedding was great and I love the fact that our friends were there and we had a great party and Jay-Z blared from the speakers all day, but I still think they’re overrated.
29. I’ve ridden an elephant more than once and not in one of those lame boxes they place on their backs, i rode a moped throughout the south of France and camped on random beaches, I’ve run through the streets of Istanbul in the middle of the night, I’ve been to the Taj Mahal (and damn near fainted), I’ve explored Venice when most everyone is sleeping, I have a piece of the Berlin Wall that I picked myself, I sung songs on the steps of the Sacre Couer, I’ve roamed around Florence in search of a particular shop that sells the most amazing perfumes…I’ve had loads of fun and look forward to much more.
30. If��I ever win the lottery, I’m going to quit practicing law right away and join one of those animal police forces they spotlight on Animal Planet. Ok, maybe not right away, but definitely after I’ve taken a year-long vacation.
November 7, 2014
Musings on #WeNeedDiverseBooks
Last week I received a Twitter DM from Young Adult author Ellen Oh, the brilliant woman behind the even more brilliant We Need Diverse Books campaign. If you don’t know about��We Need Diverse Books, put very simply, it’s a grassroots campaign to diversify our bookshelves. Their mission statement��provides more detail:
We Need Diverse Books is a grassroots organization created to address the lack of diverse, non-majority narratives in children���s literature. We Need Diverse Books is committed to the ideal that embracing diversity will lead to acceptance, empathy, and ultimately equality.
We recognize all diverse experiences, including (but not limited to) LGBTQIA, people of color, gender diversity, people with disabilities, and ethnic, cultural, and religious minorities. Our mission is to promote or amplify diversification efforts and increase visibility for diverse books and authors, with a goal of empowering a wide range of readers in the process.
Awesome, non?
So you can imagine the thrill when I saw��Ellen Oh��– freaking Ellen Oh! – was DM’ing me. I was even more excited when I read her note, asking if I would be interested in writing something for��WNDB’s Official Tumblr.
Would I????
Hell to the yes, I would!
We chatted a bit more about what WNDB was looking for with my post, deadlines, and other such details and then I was left to it. I worked on it over the weekend and it posted this past Monday. To say I’m feeling totally proud and excited would be the understatement of the year. For one thing, WNDB is an amazing organization doing brilliant work and I am totally floored to be writing something for them. But also, I kind of really love my post. Like really. I think it’s all kinds of awesome.
Check it out and decide for yourself:
Ellen Oh asked me to discuss why diversity is important to me. Almost instantly, I thought of my character, Ryker Morrison. Brilliant warrior, loyal friend, generous lover. Passionate, open-minded, giving. Charismatic, beautiful, funny. Conflicted, thoughtful, courageous. And Black.
Interestingly, many readers have assumed he is white.
Which strikes right to the core of the matter for me, screaming loud and clear why diversifying our bookshelves is so vital. Because really, there is no reason you should read my books and come away from them thinking Ryker is white.
Sure, I don���t spell it out for the reader, I don���t come out and say: RYKER MORRISON, FABULOUS WARRIOR, EVEN COOLER BLACK GUY. That���s not my writing style nor is it my goal when handling issues of race, but you know what? I give enough clues about him physically that you damn well know he ain���t white.
And yet, it keeps happening. People keep assuming he is precisely what he is not.
Which leads me to believe that many read about him, get to know him as a character – how wonderful he is as a friend, how skilled he is as a warrior, how giving he is as a lover – and since I don���t knock my readers over the head with race, they forget Ryker is Black, and automatically, almost knee-jerk like, attribute his qualities to a white character. This just happens, it is learned, it is ingrained; to be clear, I don���t believe it���s a conscious thought process by most readers.��
You know why?
Part of it is a desire to see ourselves in a character with such admirable qualities, but I lay a big part of the blame on the lack of diversity in traditional publishing, in our bookstores, and on our bookshelves. When none of the hereos, the smarties, the cuties, and the badasses are diverse, when they don���t reflect our national melting pot, it can be difficult to see them when they���re right in front of our faces. It can be quite easy to forget Ryker is Black when a character like him is hardly prevalent, rarely seen in mainstream literature.
Ryker is why I keep writing and creating wonderful, strong, brilliant men and women of color. He is why I passionately support the efforts of #WeNeedDiverseBooks. Because one day, and it might not be in my lifetime, but I certainly hope it is during my son���s, there will be so many diverse characters out there – racially, LBGT, disabled, religiously – that assumptions such as those made about Ryker will be a thing of the past. Because one day, positive character traits will not automatically be attributed to non-diverse characters. Because one day, the stories out there will encompass ALL of our stories. Get ready folks. I feel it. It���s happening.
#WeNeedDiverseBooks.
Holla.
So? What do you think?
If you like it, click here —>Indie Author Spotlight��and like the actual post, or even reblog it on your Tumblr. The more traffic, the better.
Me? I’m headed back to work on Book III.
Happy Friday, bitches.
Holla.
November 6, 2014
Thursday Thoughts
Ode on a Post-Election Hangover
November 5, 2014
Happy Birthday To THE GIRL – Looking Back On A Year Of Writing
A year ago today, I published THE GIRL, the first book in my paranormal trilogy, The Sanctum.
Three hundred and sixty five days later, here’s what I know:
There is nothing quite like writing a book – the highs, the lows, the character studies, the dialogue, the edits (ugh! the edits), the conversations about story lines, the discussions about cover art, the minute your character comes to life on the page, her first kiss, his mischievous grin, a vampire’s lust, a warrior’s pain. It’s overwhelming and exhausting and brilliant and wondrous and I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
A very close second to writing the book is meeting all of the people who actually enjoy your book. Because if you’re lucky, there are quite a few of them, and they aren’t shy about contacting you and letting you know that what you’re doing is all kinds of awesome. Besides your insatiable, uncontrollable need to write, these folks – the fans – are what keep you going. The little notes they send, the comments on your blog, the tweets or the Facebook messages – those things make it totally worth it and all kinds of crazy fun.
My family is awesome and without them, and their unending patience, there would be no Dev and Wyatt. They’ve read my books and insist, in their “objective opinion”, they are the best things since sliced bread. And here and there, I catch them staring at me funny, wondering where the hell I come up with the ideas I put down on paper.
I’ve made some wonderful, crazy talented, generous writer and artist friends this past year. I met Kayti when she reviewed THE GIRL, I met Sabina through another writer who hooked is up via Twitter, I met Joy and Rose through my writer friend, Lilo, who I met via Twitter (I think!), I met Kevin at my first book club event, held at the very fabulous 9th & Coles Tavern in downtown Jersey City (if you haven’t stopped by there before, I highly recommend doing so, it’s awesome and Greg and Tony rock). I met Hana, who brings my characters to life with her awesome illustrations, through her sister, Kayti. I met Thelonious via a Black Girl Nerds tweet, I met Teshelle when I came across her intriguing book on dragons. I met Shonda when she so generously granted me my first interview and I met Christa when she handled all the details of that interview. And although I met Michele before I started writing The Girl, she and I have become very close this past year – she is SO much more than just my favorite book cover designer and a fabulous Art Bitch and I love her madly. As you can see, I’ve put together a pretty cool and diverse crew. I’m totally lucky because they totally rock.
I’ve learned that haters gonna hate and the best way to handle said haters is to grow some thick skin. Fast.
Second to my love of writing is my love of blogging. Why can’t someone pay me to blog? Which is akin to asking why can’t someone pay me to write…
I can’t write The Sanctum without my friend, Corey. It sounds silly but it’s true. She and I are fantasy nerds, devouring and discussing books every chance we get. She’s been with me, urging The Sanctum along since the beginning, when this thing was a baby, just a thought, and her readings of what I write are vital and necessary. Up until a few days ago, she had not yet read my manuscript for Book III and as much as I love what I’ve been creating, it just didn’t feel right without our discussions on my progress and her stamp of approval. Well, that’s been fixed and the world is back on its axis, tilted just so – I managed to steal some of Corey’s time, she’s read what I’ve written so far, loves it (yea!), critiqued it, and I can now finish what I started a year ago.
Marketing yourself sucks ass. I hope everyone who reads this knows that I abhor doing it, despite the fact that my actions might suggest otherwise. I hope you understand the relentless postings on Facebook are a necessary evil and I would love to be able to avoid them. I also hope you know I hate talking about myself and my work, but have little choice but to do so, especially since I really, really want people to read my books.
The We Need Diverse Books campaign is the brilliant child of Young Adult author Ellen Oh and I am so pleased to be a part of the effort, working to diversify the literary landscape, one book at a time. As a woman of color who loves to read, and has loved to read since she was a child, I really can’t think of anything more important than revamping the publishing world to include ALL OF OUR STORIES, not just those of a select few. There is nothing quite like opening a book and being able to see yourself in a character. Please support the cause by visiting WE NEED DIVERSE BOOKS��and consider donating to the��fundraiser. It’s a dollar well spent.
And last, but so not least, is Denise. My friend and fellow writer, Kayti Nika Raet, says that her goal for this year is to make a fanatic fan of her series. I don’t know if I would describe Denise as fanatic, but she is my staunchest supporter, a devoted fan, and the kind of reader every author hopes to attract. We met when she left me a review on Goodreads and have since become pretty good friends through our love of books, old buildings, France, and goats. She read books I and II as a fan and is reading book III as an invaluable beta reader. She’s funny, she’s smart, her husband is an incredible pastry maker, and I wish she still lived in New York so we could hang in real time. Every writer should have a Denise in their lives – just don’t even think about stealing mine.
So on that note, happy birthday to me, Madhuri Blaylock the writer, which sounds SO much better than Madhuri Blaylock the attorney, it’s been a most fabulous year and I’ve loved every freaking second of it.
Now onwards and upwards with year two.
Holla bitches.
Book Birthday Bash – JADE and THE GIRL
It’s finally here – our BOOK BIRTHDAY BASH��for��The Girl��and Rose Montague’s��Jade. We’ve spent the last month promoting ourselves, the event, and the other authors who have so graciously donated their books for us to give away.
Rose has learned that I don’t know shit about throwing one of these events or coming up with quirky and unique games.
And you guys have tolerated a month of us talking about this party on Facebook, Goodreads, and Twitter.
So tonight’s the night – are you going to be there? You should because it’s going to be fun and there are some seriously amazing books to win, both eBooks and paperbacks, cool games, and the chance to chat with Rose and me. What more could you want?
Okay, okay, there are lots of other things we could want, but you catch my drift.
In case you’re on the fence about this little shindig, let me just say this: you don’t have to leave your house to attend this party, you don’t have to find the perfect dress or jeans, you don’t have to brush your hair or do your makeup, you don’t have to stand in line outside the club or make sure your party includes enough girls to get in the door because…
drumroll please…
This baby is on Facebook!
To get in the door, all you have to do is click ——-> HERE
If you still can’t decide, let me tell you who’s donating books so we can give away some serious swag: Lilo Abernathy, Mud Mymudes, Teshelle Combs, KK Allen, Elizabeth Ann Le, Tima Maria Lacoba, Faith Hunter, Susan Stielow, Claudette Nicole Melanson, Louise White, Sarah Spieth, Kevin Singer, Thelonious Legend, Kayti Nika Raet, Shonda Brock, and of course, Rose and myself.
So if you’re around this evening from 7-10pm, stop by and say hi, ask us some questions or just shoot the shit, win some prizes, and help us celebrate the one year birthdays of our books.
Be there or be square.
Holla bitches.
October 29, 2014
Thursday Thoughts
This gem is care of my friend, and Southern transplant via Brooklyn, NY, the brilliant and gifted Kayti Nika Raet
One Lovely Blog Award
Thank you so very much.
It is with the utmost humility and gravest sincerity that I accept this wonderful honor bestowed upon my humble blog. I am speechless, finding it hard to believe I’m even worthy of such attention.
Ha!
Gotcha.
Kind of.
I received this love pat of an award from my gifted fellow blogger and sublime wordsmith, Christa Wojo, of the stunningly crafted and beautifully worded blog,��My Sweet Delirium. Christa is an animal-loving ex-pat living in Panama, smoking five cigarettes a day (oh! the willpower), exposing us to some of the beauty of her world. Oh. And she also happens to be the author of this little gem of a book called��The Wrong David. I kind of��loved it.
You should follow her on��Twitter��and��Facebook. Seriously. I’m not playing.
The One Lovely Blog award is not really so much of an award as it is an excellent excuse to tell folks a little about yourself and then pass the love on to your other blogger and writer friends. It’s what Christa did with me and what I’m about to do with some other good folks.
First things first
I Poppa…
I’m kidding. Not going to hit you with some Biggie right now, although any time I write the phrase “first things first”, I cannot help but sing��“I Poppa! Freaks all the honies”
What I intended to say before Notorious B.I.G. got me all distracted is…
First things first, let me hit you with the rules:
Share 7 facts about myself
Link to blogs I enjoy reading and want to pass along the love
Nominate those bloggers to participate in this love fest and link back to the Lovely Blog that nominated them (ahem…which would be mine)
So let’s do this, bitches.
I’ve seen my brother turn blue and almost die from being exposed to peanuts. Back in the early 80s, before fatal nut allergies were discussed and blogged about, my family was already well-versed in dealing with them. We were on our flight to India, seeing my grandparents for the first time ever, and towards the end of the flight, he got hungry and ate the special, nut-free meal Air India made just for him. Nut-free my ass. Just as we’re touching down in Chennai (then still known as Madras), he vomits and then has trouble breathing. The plane stairs go down and there’s my family, racing across the tarmac. We burst into the insanely crowded airport (have you seen an Indian airport? Whoa), my dad throws my brother on the floor, and starts digging through his bag for the epinephrine. Of course, he couldn’t find it and by this time a crowd has formed around us, made up of family members who have never seen my brother or sister and have only seen me once, when I was two, and strangers, all while my brother is turning a sick shade of blue, beginning with his lips, and my parents are frantically searching for the meds. They found them eventually, after dumping the entire medical bag on the floor, and my brother survived, after getting two shots. But damn if that image has not remained seared in my brain all these years later.
��this was us, back in the day
And thanks to my dad and the epinephrine, this is us now
I’ve seen Michael Jackson in concert three times, once on the 6th row from the stage for the Victory Tour and twice on the Bad Tour. You don’t need the details, you already know: it was EPIC
I was eight the first time I rode an elephant, which is an excellent opening sentence to a book and I think I’m going to use it to open my next series, but is also true. I really was eight years old when I rode my first elephant. We were visiting my grandparents in Chennai and my cousins and I rode the elephant at the animal sanctuary. And guess who got to ride up front, bareback, with her hands resting in the elephant’s head? You got it…this bitch right here.
Lately, I’ve been having this intense desire to learn to ride a motorcycle.��I’m forty-three and kind of figure if I was going to be the motorcycle riding kind of girl I see in my dreams, then I should have started a little earlier. Now I’ve got The Kid and The Husband who, when I shared this desire with him last night, looked at me like I have three heads. He told me to go and buy a Vespa.
Back when I was in college, after a long night, partying in various Parisian night clubs, and riding on the back of a very cute boy’s motorcycle through the city streets as the sun was coming up, I dragged myself into my friend Deena’s dorm room on the International Campus where we were living for the summer, spied her sleeping in bed with her boyfriend, spotted a lovely bottle of water sitting on her dresser, next to several bottles of wine, raced across the room and swigged half the contents. Only it was not water, it was Ouzo. And it was toxic. I’ve never touched the stuff since.
I have laughed so hard I have peed in my pants. Twice. Both times with my friend, Noelle. We were just laughing about it this evening as we texted each other. To this day I own the crown for being able to make her laugh like no other. Needless to say, she and I have the potential to be all about some funny shit when we get together.
��this is NOT Noelle and me, but it’s two fabulous girls laughing, so that’s close enough
There needs to be a movement informing women that their 40s are fucking awesome because no one says it, but it’s the goddamned truth. Okay, so maybe I don’t have the boobs or the hipless body I owned in my 20s, but in my 40s my mental self is so fierce that I can handle that fact. And even better, I kind of love my 40s body – it’s pretty damn sexy, if I may say so myself. Shit is great on so many levels as a woman in your 40s, but in this youth-obsessed culture, an appreciation of the 40+ female is rare and novel. And you know what I say to that? Fuck that noise. Just one more reason to move to France.
And now I will pass this on to some of the fabulous writers and bloggers I’ve met this past year – they should all feel free to take their time with this or even say thanks but no thanks. It’s all good.
SABINA KHAN��– author of the soon-to-be-released YA Paranormal novel Realm of the Goddess
STEPH SWINT��– of the blog Bookish, where bookish types are always welcome
CAROLE BESHARAH��– of the blog Barda Book Talk
AMAN MITTAL��– of the blog Confessions of a Readaholic, who doesn’t read fantasy fiction but reads (and enjoys) my books
AMANDA HOROWITZ��– lawyer by day, freaking amazing magician in the kitchen at all other times (her photography is pretty dreamy as well)
THELONIOUS LEGEND��– author of Sins of the Father and blogger on all matter of things diverse
GUINEVERE & LIBERTAD��– the mighty twins behind the kickass blog, Twinja Book Reviews and Diverse Book Tours, working hard to diversify our bookshelves
ERICKA GREER��– YA Librarian and Highway-YA blogger
KAYTI NIKA RAET��– author of the fabulous YA series, The Outsider Chronicles
TESHELLE COMBS��– award-winning fantasy author of The Core series and The System series
That’s enough for now…I’m tired.
Holla bitches.
October 28, 2014
Dance It Out
I make no bones about the fact that I love to dance. I’ve always loved to dance and others might disagree, but I think I’m pretty freaking good. These days my chances to dance are certainly not like they were back in the late 90s, when there was a Black Diamond party every other night, and The Husband, me, and our friends were always up in the club, but I have no problem making my own dance party.
I do it in my office all the time, randomly putting on Pharrell’s��“Happy” video and dancing out my frustrations. I do it in the shower while I’m getting ready in the mornings. Back in the day, I would come home from college and accost my sister many a time in her bedroom, jamming out to Kris Kross’ Jump. Really, I can pretty much dance anywhere, any time.
Which I mention because lately some ad campaigns have been getting me to stop what I’m doing, watch their ad, and dance it out.
Uh-huh. That’s what I said. I will put down what I’m doing and groove right along with an ad. You heard me right – an ad. As in advertisement, as in that annoying thing that breaks up my episodes of Parenthood and The Walking Dead.
Interestingly enough, but probably not what the ad execs had in mind when creating these short, brilliant blips of dance perfection, I could not tell you what they’re selling. At least I couldn’t the first thirty or so times I watched the ads because really, all I wanted to do was play it again and dance it out.
But now I know and even if I’m not sold on buying the products, I sure as hell am sold on watching the ads. Again and again.
Here are my two favorites:
If the boy in the beginning of this Android ad doesn’t make you want to shake it out, you’re just a little dead inside
And then there’s this gem from Zumba. The girl in the meeting – oh man, does she bring the joy. I want to be her, all day, every day. (Also, if my Zumba classes had been half this fun…)
October 27, 2014
Another First
Today marks my first celebrity Twitter follower.
Well, that’s not true because the very brilliant Michael Kelly, aka Doug Stamper to those of you who know and appreciate excellent television, follows me and I follow him. But Michael doesn’t really count since we’re old friends from high school. I mean he does count, of course he does, he’s awesome, but he doesn’t because, I mean really? I can’t count him. We’d follow each other regardless.
So anyway, today I got this notification in my gmail
Taye Diggs is my first celebrity follow. My gut tells me he probably follows everyone, but that could just be me, being me. I’m not a huge Taye Diggs fan (although I liked him on The Practice and am enjoying him on The Good Wife) which I know, as a woman of color, hell! as a woman in general, is like committing some sort of hot guy crime, but he’s a little too smooth where a man should have some edges. I like the edges.
But that’s just me and I digress.
If I’m being honest, what I really want to know is how I can finesse this follow into some book sales for The Sanctum because really, that’s all I fucking care about.
Now to get my books into Mr. Diggs’ very smooth hands…
