When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
I’ve always known that I wanted to
write. My love affair for books and
words started when I was a small child.
Where
do your ideas come from?
My ideas come from so many different things. I was born and raised in
Harlem. I have always been fascinated with
Brownstones. I live very close to
Strivers Row. It was a definite must
for me to use those beautiful houses with my first short story. I am
also a people watcher. A laugh, smile, or even a frown will spark an
idea for a character.
How
long does it take you to write a book?
Each book is different. Some
take month’s others take weeks. Pearls was a quick and easy story. It
took me about two months to write. The main character Victor was sexy
and
complicated. He was someone I would love
to date so this story was fairly easy for me.
Do you work to an outline or plot or do you prefer just see
where an idea takes you?
I definitely
outline the plot but sometimes things will switch up drastically. I may use a beginning of a story line for the
end.
How do you think you’ve evolved creatively?
I think I am a work in progress. Embracing my vulnerabilities has helped me to
become a lot more creative.
What is the hardest thing about writing?
I would definitely say sharing your pain or
hurt. It can be therapeutic but it’s
also very difficult.
What is your work schedule like when you're writing?
Midnights are the golden time of the day for
me. The words spill easily like a cold
drink of water.
What is your latest release and what's next?
My next release is “Pearls 2 – The Rocky
Oliver Story”. It is the follow up to my
first Novel “Pearls”.
Synopsis
Victor Scott is
a successful sexy bachelor from Harlem.
Particular about who he welcomes into his world he keeps most at
bay. A relaxing night and an open window
lead to an unexpected interest in his seductive, voluptuous neighbor.Allured by her confidence
and delightful proportions Pearl is everything that Victor desires.Does he settle
forever being a voyeur? Or does the
voyeur become the one who is being watched?
Excerpt
She emerged from her kitchen, crossing
in front of the windows, with a goblet of wine in hand. Victor cracked his
neck, anxious for her next move. Secretly, he had been watching her for months
now. Stumbling in late after a long night of partying, he was on his way to the
kitchen, when he caught a glimpse of her in her living room completely naked,
painting. Her free-spirited nudity captivated him. “She” was his Pearl, the
nickname he had given her. The pearl necklace she wore faithfully, always hung
loosely from her neck. A voluptuous, caramel beauty, she had the air of a regal
African goddess. Mango-sized breasts hung naturally to her plump, round stomach.
The deep arch in her back made her ass stand out as a prized stallion’s would. Victor
loved to watch her ass jiggle loosely, as she casually walked around her
apartment in the buff. He wanted to rub his hands across the stretch marks on
each side of her hips. It was more than just the visual of her rust-colored,
large areolas, or the plump vagina in between her legs. The passion and
intensity displayed on her face, while she would sit in front of the easel and
paint turned him on. Completely smitten by her, she was everything that he
wanted in a woman and then some.
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