Creator of H.E.R. Crisis, poet, writer and author of Amazon Best-seller Untraditional and Like. Love. Lust. The ultimate multi-tasker and passion pusher. Family woman who loves marketing and lives for writing. The quintessential Queen of all trades and master of none—Today’s Renaissance Woman. Catch her on her personal blog at The Chronicles of DNC.
“All I’ve got are words, wine and coffee!”
Just checking in to remind you all that there are only hours left to get your free copy of UNTRADITIONAL! Choose from the ebook, audiobook or paperback version. Get passion-fy as you want it. #Salute to those who have already subscribed but if you haven’t, you still can today.
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Why is DNC giving her baby away for free?
It’s simple. My birthday is Nov. 27 and I want to show my gratitude to my current passion-fy fam for all your continued support. Plus, I’ve challenged myself to get at least 10 more patrons so I can get feedback on my upcoming books (a chapter is available right now on Patreon). When you subscribe to Patreon, you are helping to get more stories published, crafting some of the storylines with your feedback and getting some steamy words that will feed your book desires.
You all are so amazing and I’m so thankful that you even read the blog (I hope you read this blog).
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It’s that time of the year when we writers decide to isolate ourselves from the world to get as many words, stories, outlines, edits and thoughts out in the name of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) – like we really need another excuse to get lost in our word counts.
Since I learned that November was the designated month for such an audacious yet exciting event, I’ve tried to join in on the festivities and this year is no different.
With the a plan to knock out my 2020 self-pub piece, I’ve identified all the weapons (or tools for you non-warriors), tricks and hints that I could find starting with my own version of Popeye’s spinach – wine!
On my YouTube channel (say what, you haven’t subscribed…what are you waiting on?), I take you through my thoughts on my first wine subscription that started with a simple wine tasting.
While you’re there on my channel–after you subscribe–make sure to check out my NaNoWriMo playlist to find other tips and hints to surviving and smashing your goals throughout the entire month of November. I’ll continue to do videos thought the month to share my own progess too.
Got some tips of your own? Share away folks. Drop your tips in the comments below so we can all do this right. It’s a writing community thang so let help each other out.
Man, it hasn’t been easy but I’m taking all these rejections in stride. I’ve pitched my novel since early April of this year to at least 10 agents/agencies with answers ranging from, “your word count is too low,” which pushed me to enhance the story further to now, “I love parts of your story but I’m not the best fit…but keep going.”
I know that the last part is supposed to be encouraging, give me hope still that someone will pick my baby up but honestly, it’s giving me more motivation to move mountains on my own. I don’t feel like the answer is to self-publish, because I know this story resonates with a lot of women around the world. How do I know that? Because I’ve been asking women all over the world to read my book and they tell me so.
So yeah, I have taken a temp on my work and everyone who reads it, who isn’t in the professional world of literature seems to dig it. And there lies the problem; I need people in the literary arena to give her a chance to breath life, trust the vision, and guide me in ways to bring it all the way home if it’s not completely there.
I need to get this book out to a larger audience, to let women know of all types, especially black women, that our sexuality and preferences matter as much as men and we have to learn how to explore it in our own way. Not as we’ve learn, as we feel. Living our true nature, not this domesticated lifestyle. Isn’t that what being a true romance author is all about–telling the stories that bring not just love but self-assurance and joy into the lives of our readers.
I believe in my message and the words that surround it. My team, my family, my readers, and my followers feel the same too, so as much as rejection sucks, it’s inspiring me to keep it pushing. I’ve got to knock out the next novella and let the world decide.
I’ll hold on my novel for a while longer because I know the right agent is out there, but I hope we can connect soon because it’s starting to feel like I’m holding a firecracker in my pocket. Conversations around me hit on my storyline and women want to connect now about their feelings and thoughts.
NaNoWriMo is right around the corner and I plan to tighten up and complete Untraditional II so I can give women another outlet for their curiosity and sexual evolution. It’ll be a great distraction from the “No but keep going” comments. Even as I look back now, I remember thinking that I had some extremely outrageous goals for my fiction writing career, but something is telling me that it’s in reach. I just have to stay focus and resilient.
I challenge you all to do the same, my passion-fy family! If living your passion was easy, everyone would do it in a heartbeat. But when your passion is truly your purpose, you couldn’t jump off the train even if it stopped.
Let’s get it! Choo Choo (if that was corny I don’t care because I’ve earned my nerd badge damnit)!
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I love storytime! How about you? Especially when the story can take me on a journey through love, waves, and erotic beginnings. Enjoy your Friday read (uncut with bonus scene) that comes from poetry collection Like. Love. Lust. and please consider supporting me on Patreon. Every patron helps to make my literary dreams come true…the next one being to produce my first audiobook for Untraditional. Plus there are so many stories, unpublished and bonus scenes, I would love for you to read. Subscriptions start at $1 and every cent goes toward my future writing endeavors.
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I prayed for waves like this. The ocean’s mist sprinkles my skin with its refreshing droplets, as I roll over to greet his eyes. Cleansing us ever so gently, we smile and pull each other closer, awaiting the first words of the morning. Neither of us chooses to speak, we decided to just be.
White sand brushes our skin, as the sun peeks at our naked embrace. A night’s worth of passion has evolved into a sunrise in love with a soul from a different corner of the world.
Maybe it was the accent or the pride he spoke of his heritage or maybe even the way he spoke encouragement into me that pulled me into his glow. I don’t know, nor will I care.
I tuck a single dread behind his ear, following the slender lines of his cheek, down around his chin rolling slowly to his lips. They were gifts from God and in every embrace they sent me to a better place, a heavenly state.
And to imagine, if I wouldn’t have opened my mouth, if I would have stood by and let him leave my eyesight, I would not have found my Adonis. The perfect piece to me that I didn’t know I was missing.
Waves crash against the beach and his arms pull me tighter and closer, pulling us together as if the waves could reach us, and just in case they did, he guaranteed that we could never be separated. His skin kisses mine, with the warmth from the sun on an early summer day in Georgia. I rest my leg over him and his thick staff falls between my legs to grace the place it just poured every ounce of his desire into. Laying there full of him, I pray for our forever. I knew when I saw him, that my body needed him. And then when he spoke, my mind couldn’t wrap around being without him. Love, at first sight, is an impossible concept, unless love lives with lust and life. When the three meets, a world begins. Our world began, and we’ve never looked back.
There were years of flying from here to there, and even months of missed Facetimes or late-night chats, but what was never lost was the life we created together, the love that grew through the unknown and the lust that was untamable in every word between us.
He takes my hand and locks it into his, staring then kissing and staring once more. Our relationship has been labeled lucky; “Girl, you are so lucky you found him” or even, “You really luck up on her” was told to us by our friends. But luck has absolutely nothing to do with it when fate leads the way.
But even in our loving embrace and our growing temptation to take a ride on the coming sunrise, I feel a moment of insecurity. I know why I choose him, but what made him choose me.
So I ask him, “Why me?”
He whispered “Because I can’t breathe. But with you, my lungs start to move. My heart begins to pump, And then life begins, you see.
“Why you,” he answered, “Because there would be no me. There would be no sun on my horizon. No mercy on my soul. No ocean I could man without drowning below.
“Because of you,” he concluded, “I am a man with pride and morals. A man destined to conquer the darkness of the past. A man dying to give you the world.
“I am And that’s Why you.”
I kiss him too many times to count and thank God so many times I couldn’t even shout. I climb on my king and connect our souls one last time as the sun finally reaches the sky. I ride until we are high into the clouds back in our world alone with nothing to hide. His hands caress each breast as I rock us into Outerspace. Someone far and deep, deeper into a never-ending place. I call his name and release the love I owe him across our world, clinching tight to hold the moment for as long as I could before I collapse on his chest, exhausted from flying miles and galaxies in hopes of continuing our endless embrace. I open my eyes to search for his remarkable brown eyes when I look at his lips and see something sparkle between his teeth. A ring, a diamond ring so gorgeous that I can barely breathe.
I take it out his mouth and he sits up, still very connect to me, and speaks, “Please stay with me, until the sea runs dry or our worlds cease to be.”
And so, that morning, over the morning rays and before God in our rawest forms, we promise that we will always be.