Finding My Voice: My First Attempt at a Novel

A funny thing happened to me the other day. I thought about a novel that I wanted to write almost eleven years ago. Hell, I still remember what the premise was, it was about an African-American man who ran with a notorious gang and had a reputation of being a killer; but when he learns... Continue Reading →

Finding My Voice: The day I felt accepted.

When I was twenty-two years old. Vilma brought it to my attention that I could be a great writer if I put my mind to it. I proceeded to ask her what made her think that, and she told me that going over my papers she noticed that I had a strong voice; and that... Continue Reading →

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