I spent most of my time inTexas taking care of my 9 month old nephew who was sick so now Im at home nursing a cold. Little bastard. Also I had to go a week without porn and liquor. AND I had to go to church. TWICE! Im never going home again.
Ive decided to post a portion of my manuscript because I have nothing better to do. So here is some background information before we get started. The title is Girl Friends. Its the story of Taye-Kin Childs (pronounced like you would the word taken if you split up the syllables.) Its about his 4 years of study at the University of miami and the various people he meets (mostly girls) during his time there. The part that I decided to post (in honor of me going back home last week) is Taye going back home to Montgomery, AL. for Christmas. The only two characters that are mentioned and not explained are Brandy (his girlfriend) and Donnie (his best friend since elementary school). the most interesting thing about the story is that it written in first person and in the present tense. most stories are 3rd person in the past tense. Most publishers have a problem with that and with his name. (Its too ethnic) Ill just post one page per day. It should only take a week to get though it. So without further adue, Peep out the manuscript, you see thats its a must i drop gangsta shit:
Chapter 4
Meet The Parents
1.
Its almost the holidays and everyone is headed home for Christmas. Ive never been really close with my family. To tell you the truth Ive never been really close to anyone. I dont think my parents really understood me. They just let me do what I wanted and hoped I didnt get anyone pregnant and/ or end up in jail. Good thing I wasnt a wild child. Ive always felt older than I really was. I think its a variation of the Napoleon Complex. I look really young so people treat me like a baby. So to refute that I act ten times older. It doesnt always work though.
Its only been a few months since Ive seen them last. I missed them Thanksgiving because I had to work. (Thats right, Wal-mart only closes on Christmas Day.)
Alabama isnt what you think. Yeah, there are country people. There are places with no running water. There are people with no front teeth and people that wake up each morning to a six-pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon except on Sundays. (On Sunday they wake up to two.) Lets not forget racism. If you go through a rural enough city youll see a crispy cross or two. Of the Montgomery Six Most Wanted last month, four were black males the other two were white females. In Montgomery you are either black or white and its pretty much 50/50.
But Montgomery is a major city. The population is over two hundred thousand. Were in the top one-hundred largest cities in America. (number eighty nine.) There are old ladies that stop and say hello to me. There are skyscrapers and major businesses and its possible to leave the city without a accent.
So take that mister/ misses Im too good for Alabama. But I digress.
The south is known for its hospitality, some times genuine but most of the time fake. Its where most of my family is centered. Its weird going back sometimes, though. Seeing people I used to look up to now cracked out. People that arent doing too well are ashamed to talk to me.
2.
My parents are great people. To see them now you would think they were Ozzy & Harriot but they have a past like everyone else I guess. When I was 16 my father told me that my oldest brother was actually my half brother. While he was in Vietnam my mother got fresh with one of her childhood sweethearts. When he got back he found out she was pregnant. They had a fight and mutually decided they were too young to be married in the first place (19). They got divorced. After a year they decided they couldnt live without each other and, much to my grandparents dismay, they got remarried. Ive never known anyone to do this but evidently these people exist.
Whats even more amazing to me is that my dad decided to father a child that wasnt his. He was there when my bother was born. He was like a surrogate father. I cant imagine how that felt. Raising a child that isnt yours. That doesnt have your eyes, your nose, your thoughtfulness, your sense of humor, your love of music, nothing. Every time you look in his eyes, see his nose, see his mean streak, hear one of his jokes, hear him talk about hobbies you dont understand you realize were he got it from and you know it wasnt you. I wonder if someone could ever get used to that. I never asked and he never told.
I have a theory as to why he raised him, though. He never knew his own father. He knew the effect of not having a one.
Sean, my brother, met his real father once. I was seven, he was fifteen. A man came knocking on the door asking for my mother.
Who are you?
Is Helen here?
Who are you?
Is Helen here?
My brother beginning to get impatient asked one more time to the same result. After he slammed the door I asked him who the man was.
To be continued tomorrow.
Ive decided to post a portion of my manuscript because I have nothing better to do. So here is some background information before we get started. The title is Girl Friends. Its the story of Taye-Kin Childs (pronounced like you would the word taken if you split up the syllables.) Its about his 4 years of study at the University of miami and the various people he meets (mostly girls) during his time there. The part that I decided to post (in honor of me going back home last week) is Taye going back home to Montgomery, AL. for Christmas. The only two characters that are mentioned and not explained are Brandy (his girlfriend) and Donnie (his best friend since elementary school). the most interesting thing about the story is that it written in first person and in the present tense. most stories are 3rd person in the past tense. Most publishers have a problem with that and with his name. (Its too ethnic) Ill just post one page per day. It should only take a week to get though it. So without further adue, Peep out the manuscript, you see thats its a must i drop gangsta shit:
Chapter 4
Meet The Parents
1.
Its almost the holidays and everyone is headed home for Christmas. Ive never been really close with my family. To tell you the truth Ive never been really close to anyone. I dont think my parents really understood me. They just let me do what I wanted and hoped I didnt get anyone pregnant and/ or end up in jail. Good thing I wasnt a wild child. Ive always felt older than I really was. I think its a variation of the Napoleon Complex. I look really young so people treat me like a baby. So to refute that I act ten times older. It doesnt always work though.
Its only been a few months since Ive seen them last. I missed them Thanksgiving because I had to work. (Thats right, Wal-mart only closes on Christmas Day.)
Alabama isnt what you think. Yeah, there are country people. There are places with no running water. There are people with no front teeth and people that wake up each morning to a six-pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon except on Sundays. (On Sunday they wake up to two.) Lets not forget racism. If you go through a rural enough city youll see a crispy cross or two. Of the Montgomery Six Most Wanted last month, four were black males the other two were white females. In Montgomery you are either black or white and its pretty much 50/50.
But Montgomery is a major city. The population is over two hundred thousand. Were in the top one-hundred largest cities in America. (number eighty nine.) There are old ladies that stop and say hello to me. There are skyscrapers and major businesses and its possible to leave the city without a accent.
So take that mister/ misses Im too good for Alabama. But I digress.
The south is known for its hospitality, some times genuine but most of the time fake. Its where most of my family is centered. Its weird going back sometimes, though. Seeing people I used to look up to now cracked out. People that arent doing too well are ashamed to talk to me.
2.
My parents are great people. To see them now you would think they were Ozzy & Harriot but they have a past like everyone else I guess. When I was 16 my father told me that my oldest brother was actually my half brother. While he was in Vietnam my mother got fresh with one of her childhood sweethearts. When he got back he found out she was pregnant. They had a fight and mutually decided they were too young to be married in the first place (19). They got divorced. After a year they decided they couldnt live without each other and, much to my grandparents dismay, they got remarried. Ive never known anyone to do this but evidently these people exist.
Whats even more amazing to me is that my dad decided to father a child that wasnt his. He was there when my bother was born. He was like a surrogate father. I cant imagine how that felt. Raising a child that isnt yours. That doesnt have your eyes, your nose, your thoughtfulness, your sense of humor, your love of music, nothing. Every time you look in his eyes, see his nose, see his mean streak, hear one of his jokes, hear him talk about hobbies you dont understand you realize were he got it from and you know it wasnt you. I wonder if someone could ever get used to that. I never asked and he never told.
I have a theory as to why he raised him, though. He never knew his own father. He knew the effect of not having a one.
Sean, my brother, met his real father once. I was seven, he was fifteen. A man came knocking on the door asking for my mother.
Who are you?
Is Helen here?
Who are you?
Is Helen here?
My brother beginning to get impatient asked one more time to the same result. After he slammed the door I asked him who the man was.
To be continued tomorrow.
Glad you decided to post the manuscript.
GOOD book, again I say!!