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WANITA SPEAKS

If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans. -Woody Allen

Lock it up boo! Challenge this.

Who reads? Like really reads? Buys books from Barnes and Noble or downloads them to your Kindle or other E-readers? What kind of books do you enjoy? Mysteries? Drama? What? Have you noticed that sex is the center of this generation? How many people will you actually capture if there is no sex or intimacy in the story? There always has to be a scene about penetration, seduction, affairs, or kisses that creates a craving for more. While that all seems highly enticing, there is more to literature. This all seems quite contradicting because I do love a good romance novel and romance novels are what I write, BUT, (big but here) there is so much more to a story, to a relationship. I love a happy ending. I love relationships that keep going…that happily ever after. But from what we see in most novels, sex dictates most of those emotions. Funny thing is, it’s not just in stories…this ish is real life!  I know ya’ll have heard of the “90 day rule.” We’ve seen it on Steve Harvey’s Think Like a Man. How many have actually tried that 90 day rule. Hell I’ll even challenge some of ya’ll 30 days to hold that cookie. We stay doing these 30 day ab and butt challenges trying to get our bodies right for “zaddy” but little do you know, Zaddy don’t want your ass long-term, you giving him the milk for free.  There’s so much feeling attached to sex that sometimes we feel like we know a person when all you’re getting is a little bit of knowing and a lot of emotion. You catching my drift yet? Your partner might not want kids. Your partner may not want more for themselves or you might not even be in his futureee!!! Your partner might have a whole newborn baby on the way that he didn’t tell you nothing about!! (It happens.) But all you know about him is that he talks sweet, gets your nails done, texts you back fast, and puts it DOWN in the bed. Hayyyee!!! NO! NOT HAAYYEE! Because then you’re going to be sitting stupid with mixed emotions and a pocket full of hurt and a smashed cookie. (Idk.) Shoot, I’m going to be real with you. I was that girl sitting stupid. I was naïve to guy’s intentions. Hell! We all were at one point. But when is the point where you say enough is enough?  Take sex out of the equation and lock that cookie up. Open your mouth and speak to your partner. Ask questions! Talk about you (not too much, mouthy!!) Talk about them and pray they aren’t cocky. Just chill and see what unravels. When you take sex out, your emotions are clear and focused and not clouded with euphoria. Lock it up boo! Wear your granny panties on dates. Oh? Ya’ll don’t go on dates? Ya’ll just sit in the house? (*sips tea) Know your worth and boss up! No matter if you have kids already, just finished school, have a great job, just moving into your new place, got the keys to your new car, whatever, don’t ever stop your life or confuse yourself over a man that’s not serious about you.

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So fReSH . So NEw. NakeD ImaGination.

Sometimes you have to start fresh. Clean your slate and keep it moving. This site is my clean slate. Everything before….deleted.

My passion is Literature, Fiction, Everything…writing.

So here it is.

In its most naked form.

Whatever I feel like writing…here it will be. Whether it may be snippets of some of my work, something I just come up with, or something that I really may be imagining. 😉 You’ll never know where it comes from but…ENJOY!

Snippet . ENJOY!

Kianna Newby was everything you wanted a woman, if you were into silicone boobs, a cement butt, and botoxed lips! I couldn’t stand her. She was the definition of nausea! The clock could not have moved any slower. I waited anxiously for the little hand of the giant golden clock to finally hit the five. I needed to find another job and quick. I was tired of hearing her nasally voice and watching her flash those crooked teeth at every security guard that walked by to secure the perimeter. Little did she know, all of those creepy bastards were all over that little dating website, Lots of Fish, and the nurses had a bulletin board of all of their profiles in the On Call room. I rolled my eyes, grabbed my shoulder bag, and walked around my desk for the exit.

“See you later Chloe!” Kianna whined voice and showed those Parana teeth.

I threw my hand up as I dashed out of the door. Working at this hospital was so exhausting. Don’t get me wrong. The work was cool but my coworkers were lazy, rude, and I wasn’t get paid enough to do my work and pick up their slack! They could have that $10.50 an hour! I had six more weeks till I finished my Bachelors in Journalism and I would be on my way to working for Patricia Downy, CEO of Downy Romance. I flipped shit when she came to the career fair a few weeks ago. I rarely go to those types of things, I just felt like most of those employers take your resume and trash them right after. I was walking through the fair like a doe in the headlights while tightly clutching my portfolio when she called me over to her booth. While the other employers were frantically handing out flyers and brochures, Patricia had this laid-back calmed demeanor. She had her feet propped on the booth and was sipping coffee as if she were on a boat in the middle of a lake just waiting to catch a fish. I was that fish. She reeled me in, captured my story in under ten minutes, and then finally asked “what do you have in that folder and why are you holding it so tight like that?” After giving her a snippet of my work, she pursed her lips together and twisted her mouth to the side. I looked away and waited for her to shatter some of pride.

“It’s good.” She said. “You have poten…” She stopped herself. “You have some things to learn, but you’re good. How long till you graduate?”

“Three months.”

“Here’s my cell. You text me the day you’re walking across that stage. I want you on my team.”

I remember feeling like I would piss myself from excitement. She gave me her card and wrote her cell number on the back. Then smiled and told me to “get on and don’t stop at anymore booths!”

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