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Now before I get all deep like I ususally do I have to say,
this journey has been a great one at that and I’ve enjoyed this
whole process immensly. You want to write a book, hey…I know a guy. Sakura
Publishing is where it’s at!
In the process of writing this book, I do that thing I do. I
think, I reflect, I share. Soooo here I go…..
We all have dreams. Whether they’re good or bad,
inspirational or depressing, whatever it is, we each possess our own that caters
to our own individuality. We are complex creatures so how we view, obtain, or
reach for those dreams all differ.
I remember when I believed dreams to be unobtainable. That
the dream was to dream because that was all it could ever be. I flourished
as a daydreamer, loosing myself in the fantasy of things. When you’re young it’s
the most beautiful escape from the conformity you work so hard to be a part of.
It’s not so much you wanted it as it was the feeling you needed to have it. Like
it was the initiation to normalcy before you came to the understanding that
there was no such thing. You wanted to blend in, you wanted to be liked. My
earlier dreams where of love. I would lean forward with a slouched sloppiness
onto my desk as my head rested in my hands and dream of the men I loved who I
could pretend loved me back. Oh sweet adolescence… how I don’t miss you at
all.
As I got a little older though still quite young and foolish,
I concluded my dreams would come to me. I assumed if I wanted my dreams, well
they wanted me just the same. All I had to do was just sit there. Relaxed and
lazy atop of a big green hill and wait for it like a hurried wind. My dreams
would envelop me as I sat there almost famous. I wanted to be a singer, an
actress, a celebrity. I wanted to be somebody rather than nobody and nothing
makes you feel more like a nobody than living in a small town. You feel like
there’s only one dream worth having…as long as it involves being rich or famous.
Those sorts of dreams appear most unrealistic to small town folk so it’s almost
always more desirable to strive for what most people see as impossible. Who
doesn’t want to prove everyone wrong? But I was young and still uncomfortable in
my own skin and completely unaware of my real dreams.
College came and went like the perfect voyage. Some days it
felt like there was no end in sight and other days you could see glimpses of
possibilities. And then finally, there she is…graduation. Then the reality sets
in and the uncertainty you feel, wondering if this is a good thing or a bad
thing. But somehow you know it was all necessary no matter the outcome because
it was the journey of joys and struggles that made the adventure worthwhile. You
found out who you really were. In college I found out about my dreams, my real
dreams. It really wasn’t about finding the perfect major or finding that great
job that’s gonna make me millions of dollars. I guess my life would be much
easier if it was. I fell in love with men and it never really worked out. I
took classes I really didn’t care about but I had this one thing that
surpassed it all….writing. Nothing really seemed to make me happier and poetry
was the most of these. I needed college to figure that out…I just wish it didn’t
cost me so much money.
I realized my dreams weren’t unobtainable and I knew I
couldn’t wait for them either. I knew that if I put forth the effort to seek my
dreams out then fate would have a much harder time denying me of what was
rightfully mine. Eventually, if you work hard enough, the thing you were meant
to do will eventually take hold of you as long as you keep reaching out for it.
For the past 5 years, the only dream I can remember having is writing a book
and now I’m seeing that dream come true. It’s like reality met my dream
world in which they’ve inexplicably collided and have come to comfortably exist
within one another. I’m really happy about this.
I have something to say and writing was the venue I was given
to say what I must. It’s amazing the gifts we’re given and the need to share it
to the world. Whether you’re a basketball player working towards a championship,
an activist fighting for justice, or a writer publishing a book, we need YOU out
there to be a part of it. I’m hungry for the reader, the stranger who will read
my words and love it. For the reader who will want more of me because they
understand or because they can relate or even because it makes them want to do
something about it. It’s about my impact on you and the emotions I can evoke out
of you.
My book is here and I’ve reached a dream as I know you will
yours. There are a many more to be realized and more accomplishments to
be reached by all of us because there is always a beginning and never a
ending when you get the hang of it, just unfinishing’s.
DEATH OF A BLACK STAR will be released on Black Friday
(11-25-11)!!!! You can pre-order it today!
