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This online collection of cultural stories, poems and essays is unique. |
 This book is a collection of cultural Black stories, set in the now and forty years ago. The first set, On A Mission, contains numerous stories: Mother Smith, Annie-May,Clara-Jean,Itty-Bitty-Ol'-Nasty Man, And The Mighty Zay-eusm are the main ones. These are witty sometimes sad characters, that find their way to carry-forth.The book also contains cultural poems, essays, and prose. Most of the stories are being created, as I post them, it is a raw blog. I am interacting with my readers taking suggestions for stories, finding out about their interests. It is a work in progress, I go through my stories and smooth then out. It's for fun, some of my stories may eventually find their way into it. The blog is casual and conversational, urban musings. I keep a blog, with the book, to keep readers posted. There are, teaser, excerpts chapters, from my book. Tales & Myths from The Inner city, a work in progress..The Paperback version, of the book is being smooth out, and edited, and marketed. I featured some of the concepts from this book, on T-shirts, mugs and other gifts : http:www.Zazzle.com/qmarpat. Thanks, I look forward to supporting you, too! Stop by my blog, and say,"Hello". We will have fun and laughs! I have included short reviews of some of the stories, thanks, so much for being a reader! Thank you so much, for hanging in there with me, You can also catch up with me, at: www.Hubpages.com/Qmarpat I have wacky veggie creations and few recipes and jokes, I look forward to hearing from you. I want to thank all my fans, that "Liked" me on Facebook. I love my readers! I wish you Happy Holidays and a very prosperous New Year! Take care-rixxie |
| I decided that next week within this blog I'm going to start, another set of five stories. I start, by coming up with a title, decide a loose, plot as i go along in the story and build on that. I've had members of a writers' union I belonged to, start with characters, and build a plot around them. I'm able to write like that but it's a strain, I almost feel as thought I'm trying to justify the characters, some kind of way. Once I have the title, I can come with a plot with a few days of scratching, around on paper. I then can build on that,intensifying the plot and characters. Strangely enough some times when I'm writing, I don't where the character or the plot is going. I just try to let the story flow, and go with that momentum. |
| I thought it would be fun for valentines day, to discuss what some of the characters are doing outside the book, things that are not included, in the manuscript. Latricia met a guy at school, and invited him home, for some homecooked delights Clara was, putting together. His name was Tyrell, he brought his brother, Charles. They were both good looking guys, they dance with the ladies to jammin R&B, and played video games. Juanita went out to lunch, with some her friends after work, they had dinner at the Blue Pelican. |
| I had been writing about making scenary come alive, and using surroundings I'm familiar with to enhance the scenes. My stories may all start resembling, Oakland, California my home town. It's a little less research, than writing about places you haven't been. I'm going to expand this section, On A Mission itself, has ended, I have decided next week to create, another, set of five stories. It kept me engaged working on that set of stories, I had to really be consistent to get through it, I had fun some, of the characters cracked me up. I have put the pressure on myself, while I'm getting Tales and Myths ready to be published in a month, I started another online book, I wanted to do something for valentines : "The Love, Kupenda, Amour Book". |
| I had mentioned earlier, one writer says all her scenes are, Ohio that's where she's from, that's what she knows. I'm going to go alot more into details, in this next book: textures, sounds, smells of the city or house or place. I was reading in writers magazines that, alot of writers do extensive research; traveling,interviewing people who are from the city they are writing about. Internet research becoming a popular way among,fiction writers to get details to bring the story alive. The combination of intense characters,strong interesting plots and colorful bright scenes, is going to me a project I'm concentrating on. I will probably use the internet, for researching cities and talking to folks who live in the area. |
| I've been fine tuning my charcters, in diffrent books, it is a interesting process. In the new book, I am going to work on scenary, making scenes come alive. I've gotten some excellent advice on how to, do that effectively, by intense descriptions of sights and smells, from published authors who are known for, pulling into the scence. I'm going to use places I'm familiar with, and transfer those memories to whatever places, the story is taking place in. I sometimes don't mention where my characters are, and just mention a city nearby that one of the characters is, visiting or moved to. I mentioned in "On A Mission", that one of the characters' aunt moved to Los Angeles, I leave my readers to feel in the blanks. |
| I,ve been considering linking the characters of this book, with the Tales and Myths , book, I've decided against it. On A Mission was left over from the book due out, this spring. I think it would be a step backwards to try to merge those two books. I'm going to smooth out the story Mother Smith, a little but it will stay pretty much the same. Mother smith was a character, that was woven through out, the book, it's important for me to establish her firmly in the storyline. I have also toyed with the idea of making the new, book an audio book along with the paperback, I have to make it audio anyway, It's so long I could never type that must material, I may hire someone I'm sure I'll use word,either way. |
| I've been toying with the idea of introducing, some of my fictional characters, in "On A Mission", to some of the characters of, "Tales and Myths of the intercity". It would be a clever trick since some of the twelve stories of intercity, take place in a diffrent time period. Icee Bluu, is a very colorful and charismatic young man, I had thought about, making him the love interest of Latricia, or one of their may cousins from the On A Mission storyline. There is a Juanita in the story, "Saving Self", I may her the smae woman that's in the Mission story. It would b clever intertwining, we'll see. |
| I completed the online book, "On A Mission", four days ago. I was very attached to some of the characters I created. They were fictional, but I felt their motivations, and frustrations. I felt the character "Little Willie Bo'", was misunderstood, and took on the roll of a clown to hide his pain. "Zay-eus", fascinated me it seemed to be so many levels to him. I wrote the story, one way, as it unfolded he seemed to take on, apersonality that surprized, even me. It made me think that I need to, either create, second part to let him, unfold or make a short movie of the book. I wanted to expand on the stories, and the people, I want to get more into Claras' life, and Juanitas' head. I may make her the love interest, of one of the characters. |
| I enjoyed writing, the short book on a mission, it completed yesterday. The story;The Mighty Zay-eus was the last of the five short-story collection. I may make it a movie one day. I laughed and cried while I was writing it. Twenty years ago I felt I was an outsider,observing the characters I wrote, Now I feel their pain and happiness. I will be blogging next about, the book that these five stories were deleted from. If all goes well, Tales and Myths of the intercity should be available on Amazon.com, this spring. Thanks for reading, ON A MISSION,rixxie. |
| The yard of the beige wood-frame, two-story house,was filled with black-eyed susans, and daiseys. Zacherys' Aunt Mavis, came over once a week, and tended the flowers she had planted along with a couple of rolls of collard greens and turnips. Her own yard was too small, and it was something to look forward to when she came over to see about Zachery. He had a choreworker, that came by three times a week, and cleaned, best she could Zay-eus spooked her. His children came down every three or so months they were, young adults in college, both sons loved their father. They couldn't remember what happened ; their mother had taken them to visit their grandmother, a act that probably saved their life. They only knew that their father, had gotten layed-off, they almost had the house foreclosed, and the bad wiring,led to a fire that almost killed him. The stroke he had, after the fire, hampered his speech. Mavis, had gotten use to Zachery the way he was ; he didn't talk much but he would make his feelings known. The confusion had settled in after, a few siezures. Mavis remebered when he was going to beat a man, half to death. The man came, to the house with Zacherys' cousins. He was watching football, and got a little tipsy, he started mocking Zachery, shouting his name, and mocking his cape. Zay-eus walked right up to the man, and socked him so hard, he fell on the table. Zay-eus, shocked, everyone by stating in a low deep, eery voice :"My House!". Jerry his older cousin got up, and said, "That's right man, what the hell wrong with you-get out!" Zay-eus being held by his two younger counsins, to keep him from hurting the drunk,went over to Jerry patted him on the shoulder. He put his navy blue blanket around his, shoulders and head, and with that, took his 5'11, muscular self quietly up the stairs. Mavis picked up little things around the house. She had baked a couple of apple pies, Zachery, loved his sweets. She saved one for Mother Smith,it was such a blessing , to have her bring all that food, each week. She helped manage, his disibility checks, and gave the church a donation for his food, each month. She called him, "Zay", as to no offend him, she had learned to adjust to his moods. She put his siezure medicine, and his other madications to settle him down in his food, with a little sugar. The caretaker just had to warm each of the , measured containers of food up. Zachery, had been in the basement , all day. He had collected little stray dogs and cats about five years ago. They had produced several litters, of kittens and pupies. Sometimes, very odd looking critters ; Mavis was sure, they must be inbreeding by now. The first dogs, he had drug into the basement, had died, Zachery had buried, them way in the back. Sometimes there were as many as twenty-two kittens, and ten puppies. He gave them to people he liked. He never went further, than the basement, the backyard, and sometimes the front yard. Zachery, had a box of OTHER, things, Mavis, would not look at. He dug them up out of the ground ; tiny white lizards, mounds of long earth worms and God knows what else. He kept it way back in a corner. Mavis and Earnestine, Zacherys' mother, had talked the bank into a deal. He had been about to lose the house, but since it was faulty wiring, and he had got hurt, trying to save it, they worked it out. They had to pay almost, $5,000, in back mortgage payments and fees. The church and the community helped, and it was less they had to pay in repair cost. Earnestine had died, last year. Brenda his wife,was living in Los Angeles with their two boys. She couldn't handle wahat had happened to him, she loved him so much. Mavis could hear the ladies, outside, get out the car laughing and talking, kids were playing and riding their bikes. This was the first time Latricia, had been to Zacherys' house. She was nervous and silly, Juanita and Clara told her don't do anything silly. They were just going to put the food down, say "hi", to Mavis and leave. "Well, hello Atty-you not getting a little "hippy", are you?" "I might be Mavis, I eat "bout much food, as I pass out!" They all laughed and went into the cozy house. It had been diffrent than, Latricia had pictured it. The blue and green checked furniture, was neat, and the house smelled like apple pie, and lemon furniture polish. It looked as if someones granny lived there. It was mavis', second home, you could tell. "Mavis, you know Clara, and this is cousin Lattricia". Latricia smiled and nodded at the lady as they were putting, the food down. "How you doing baby-ya'll have some cokes or something?" Juanita spoke up she hadn't sat down yet. "Oh no maam, we have two more stops, just saying, "hello". Latricia smiled at Mavis, and picked up a family photo alblum. "You mind, if I look through this alblum?" Mavis smiled, an approval. "No not at all honey, those are, Zays' pictures". Latricia, Juanita and Clara looked at the pictures in the family alblum, they smiled at the old pictures. Clara pointed to an old picture, of Zachery, with his pretty wife Brenda they looked so happy. It was nothing like the tall dark figure, who lurked at the top of the stairs wrapped in a blanket. " I remember this picture it was a church picnic, oh lord-that's me, in two ponytails, oh look-that's you Latricia, you must have been seven years old". Claras, last remarks and the picture of her near Zay-eus', family startled her, tears, began to swell in her eyes. She held her head down and tears ran down her face. Everyone was quiet, Latricia felt a hand on her shoulder and someone wiped her tears away. She looked up to see, Zay-eus who was putting something in her lap, he had hid under the blanket, he then patted on the shoulder, and quietly went back in the basement. It was a little black and whit kitty that Zay-eus had given her, it purred softly and clung to her chest. Mother Smith spoke up. "I think we better head on back, we have to make stops, Latricia alright she's just a little startled". "I know honey, I see ya'll later, if you don't want the little, kitty i'll put him by the basement door" Latricia, shook her head, and kept the kitty close to her chest, they all walked to the car without looking back. |
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