Where the hell do I begin? Okay let’s start with saying. Yesterday was absolutely retarded. What started off a frustrating day ended quite interesting to say the least. I can’t go into specifics but I will say 3 SOMES ROCK!!! lol
So any who after a lunch date with a great friend I’ve decided to make the main character like a super character. Give her characteristics from myself along with some of my close female friends. Shit, this book is going to be jammed packed with juice!!! I feel good this morning. Ever since I started writing I’ve been feeling so free. I’m just happy I can share my writing process with you. Tomorrow starts my week at sirius. Wed- saturday. shout outs to my boy V-Stylez, he is so amped about this project we have coming out i can hardly wait to hear the finished product. You guys are taking the journey of writing a book with me, and honestly I wouldn’t rather a better group of friends:

I feel like sharing an excerpt from chapt 1. page 3 first draft

“my brother Kamahi the oldest of my mother’s children ran away to Harlem, to stay with grandma. I guess after the last beating daddy gave momma, that nigga’ just couldn’t take it any more. There was blood everywhere that night, “Momma must have really fucked up”, is what remember thinking. Daddy was furious when he came in, and he had a pipe in his hand. He and momma argued for a little while, before mama started screaming. Like a scene from a horror movie, blood was everywhere, daddy was calm, a little too calm for a person that just beat the mother of his child. He lit his Newport and, began taking long drags of the cancer stick. “Next time, you better not pop, without me.” He said exhaustedly, massaging his right wrist with his left hand, all the while never letting the cigarette drop from his crusty white lips. He rambled on, “you always trying to get slick, you smoke my shit, and then tried to lock me out? Bitch you must be crazy” Mesha ran to mommas aid, but it was already too late daddy was standing over mama with the same pipe he walked in with, Shayla call 911 Mesha started screaming, mommas bleeding from her head. I loved my mother but I didn’t want to get involved, the last time I accidentally got involved in a fight my mother and father had, I ended up being a human shield. Mama was sick of David, she took a lot from him but she was growing tired. I just wanted to say goodnight, she was in the kitchen boiling water, I figured she couldn’t sleep and woke up for some sleepy time tea, whenever one of us couldn’t sleep she would always fix some sleepy time tea and it always worked, maybe mama needed some tea I remember saying to myself, I entered the kitchen and gave my momma a long hug, I hadn’t seen her smile in awhile and I hated to see mama unhappy. As my mama began to hug me back the first of the three locks on our apartment door unlocked, he was home. Mama scooted me to my room, but I wanted to say good night to daddy too. I inched a few steps away from the kitchen in anticipation of daddy’s entrance. He opened the door, adorned with a huge smile, the smuggest expression I’ve ever seen on his big face. “I’m home” he exclaimed. No sooner than he entered the apartment did Mama Come barging out of the kitchen “you filthy mother fucker, you think I wouldn’t find out huh? You think I wouldn’t find out about that bitch Derrick? I’m so fuckin tired of your shit” before I could move out of the way, daddy grabbed me, he must of saw the pot of water in mamas hands before I did. Mama wasn’t making tea; she was boiling water for daddy. Mama was infamous for trying to take daddy out; she once stabbed him in the kidney, now she was trying to scold him. “put my daughter down” she screamed “, he didn’t flinch, he got a better grip on me and dared my mother to throw the water “go ahead show Shayla how much you love her, throw the hot water april” april was the name my father gave my mothers angry personality. When ever she got angry he got to calling her april. My mother was focused “I’m going to tell you one more time David, put my fucking daughter down, she has nothing to do with this” my mama and daddy were going back and forth and I was crying, not because I was hurt, but more because I was scared. I didn’t want them fighting again. Every day was an argument; every night was a make-up session. “I’m not putting shit down, you want to burn me? Well than you are going to have to burn the both us, you crazy bitch” they went back and forth like that for a while, Mama eventually poured the water out, and daddy eventually put me down. As I was thrown to the couch, I looked at my father, his features similar to mine, I gave him a piercing stare, my eyes were glazed, I was full of fury :“I HATE YOU” I said concisely, he looked at me, his face bewildered, he couldn’t believe what he had heard “ what did you say to me little girl?” My momma’s blood was boiling inside me, I felt bold, felt the need for him to hear me clearly, I repeated myself “I HATE YOU DAVID”-

Raeshoana “Mz. Stylez” Carter