Enjoying the Journey- No, Really.

I look up and look at my editor, a bit tired but satisfied with the end result. "Now all you need to find is a book cover. You eaten through your advance yet?" He laughed I erect my middle finger at him affectionately, taking my manuscript without saying another word. I had, in fact, eaten through about half of my book advance at that point, about 50,000 dollars, but the thing is, I'd already written another half of a new project that really made my heart sing. Which was easy and it felt right so I felt sure that this would be as well received as the first one when released. I like to write little vignettes and post them for free to develop a fanbase. It's growing. People like my writing. It's all so very exciting and I can't wait to share my work. I feel like I've matured so much as a writer and I can't help but wonder where that came from. I know... I stroke the top page of my manuscript lovingly,  pausing to hold it's full thickness betw

Dear Future Self, I just wanted to let you know all that I manifested this year. I manifested $30,000 by the end of this year without a job. I won a house in another state through a contest. I manifested inner peace-- can we get a motherfucking moment of silence for that one, please?! I have longer silky curly natural hair down my back. I created a thriving catering business at the oddest most perfect time. I have 3 other businesses in the works and one book that's about to hit the shelves or rather, the kindles. We are moving right now. We decided to order the furniture online and have it delivered (we already went inside the store and ran around picking stuff with the kids. Next year I'm set to buy my Mama a house (the young independent Black woman making money starter kit, I know but still). I have a Rolex on my arm and my body is snatched (meaning I am in good physical shape). I mean Angela Bassett in How Stella Got Her Groove Back snatched. Janet Jackson That's The

Dear Contis, I am looking around our living room into the faces of the dogs Nala and Jordan. Both are big and lazy now, except for their walk and playdates with the neighbors dog. Yes, bitch. Playdates with other dogs, you heard me right. Anyway, somehow I ended up in the house all by myself for a whole evening. The kids are in various places outside the home-- at their gromers', their main mommy's house, or shit... out being college students living it up. I'm proud of them they are all thriving. The husband has gone with my brother in law to LA for a book signing and to  start filming his first big movie. That should be fun for them and I was invited but nah. I think I'll stay home. We spend so much time being busy which I like, going from family event to kid's events to business events and my own book signings. It's exciting but sometimes sis I just wanna crawl into these thousand thread count Egyptian cotton sheets, read my book, eat snacks and chill. My g

I'm on the water, in Big Sur, dreaming of the relaxation that I'm currently experiencing. The gurgling beautiful sounds of the creek surround me like a magical concert of Nature's finest. Even the trees look like they couldn't be bothered with anything stressful nor anything beyond their simple reach. If it's good enough for them, it's good enough for me. There's so many pretty smooth rocks in the creek. I dream about floating in the creek in the widest part out in half shade half sun of the gorgeous trees above. Floating. Feeling weightless. Dreaming in my dream about dinner at the hotel later. I am clean and clear in my mind like I just meditated for 45 minutes and I don't have anything to do with the whole house to myself. But it hasn't been that long, only 3 minutes, MAYBE 5... I start thinking about the kids coming out and playing in the water, walking like strange creatures on the water, their alway's in shoes feet getting used to tho