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Road Trip – Port Perry

A few weeks ago, my mother called me up and suggested a road trip. I agreed and then was stuck trying to find a place close enough to Toronto that we could drive there, have a little fun and get back before the cows come home. After digging through the tons of small town around Toronto, I suggested three and she picked Port Perry. I’ve only been there once, years ago to the casino with a couple of friends. I didn’t get a chance to see the actual town. We got in the car and took off. When we arrived, the town struck me as a true small town. It is the kind of place I write about in my books all the time. I love a good small town with one main street, a few stores, a couple of diners, people who knows each other and everyone else’s business. Stepping from the vehicle here was like stepping into the pages of one of my books. I looked both ways and my heart soared seeing …

Hollywood’s Whitewashing Issue

Yes children, I am going there. Hollywood, we have a problem! I write interracial romance and erotica. I Love writing interracial romance and erotica. But I believe when you go into someone’s culture, you show it the respect it deserves. Those who knows me, get that I love culture. When you’re creating a world with a blend, it’s the most beautiful thing. But for a time tested tale like Aladdin, there isn’t much wiggle room to go off half-cocked and change stuff. A few years ago the world imploded when Scarlet Johansson accepted the role of The General in Ghost in the Shell. I was one of those people thinking what in the hell is she thinking when the news reached me. There was absolutely NO excuse for that. Of course she couldn’t say she didn’t know she wasn’t aware of what race the character is supposed to be. Ghost in the Shell had been around for years and a seasoned actress like that must have researched the role before accepting it, right? I mean, it’s not like it’s …

[Jo Date] The Hitman’s Bodyguard

It was a long time coming but finally, last Friday Jo and I got around to going on a date. Well, it was planned for the weekend before but, I had to cancel because I forgot about it (didn’t put it in my calendar and I’m getting up there in age) and then made plans with the niece. So, Friday night we met up and went to see The Hitman’s Bodyguard. Let’s preface what’s to come by saying this – the second I saw the redband trailer for this movie I WANTED IT! Then the I started counting down to the release date. I was going to see this movie with or without someone. I missed the release day because, well, again, I’m old and I forget things. Then finally it was time to see this movie. So, real quick, the movie is about a convicted hitman Darius (Samuel L. Jackson) who is needed by the Hague to testify for the prosecution seeking to convict a war criminal and former dictator, Vladislav (Gary Oldman).  Michael …

Just another victim on the hit-list

I try not to get political, because the world is in such a state where two people can’t have a civilized conversation without it turning nasty.  But there are some rare occasions when I have to blink and just say something.  Recently, the currently US government declared that they were going to stop trans men and women from service in the United States Military. And there are those who agree with this and they don’t see the issue here. Before I get into that, might I remind you that the draft system is not a thing in the United States anymore? These men and women are serving so your children don’t have to. They are serving so that you can be a coward behind the keyboards and talk shit about them. They serve, basically, to protect your right to hate them. That’s the kind of society we live in. We return people’s kindness and generosity by ripping the rug out from under them. Also, keep in mind that these men and women (I am not …

Again…Suicide

Chester, lead singer to Linkin Park is dead. How? He hung himself. Okay, let’s get this out of the way for those of you who are easily offended. Yes, I get that when it comes to drugs and alcohol and celebrity–the struggle is real. Hell, it’s one of the realest struggles most of these people will ever have to face. Yes, I understand its more than just a little hard. Yes, I get that most of them don’t seek the help they should or even if they do, the ‘yes men/women’ around them does not help with finding sobriety. Yes, I get all of these things. But…oh yes, there shall be a but… After his death, a whole slew of articles and facebook and twitter status began cropping up about “RIP Chester” and “Gone too soon” and “He passed away…” No. No, he didn’t “pass away.” We’re in a society where every thing offends us. I think if we stop being so damned offended all the time we could actually save some lives. Stop saying …

My FIRST private reading…

Subtitle: A novice author’s trek to a far away signing… My girl in BC has hooked me up with a private reading. I am terrified. Why? Well, first of all, it will be my first private reading–my second reading over. I did one reading in Ottawa at RTC a couple of years back and I had other authors with me to have my back. This time, I will be running this bus by myself. So, I have the story written and ready to go in eBook. Print to come. I ordered all the prizes and had them ship ahead of me to BC so I didn’t have to lug all of it on the plane. Turns out, if I bring a suitcase I have to pay them 25 dollars if it’s 60lbs or less. More if its heavier and if I want to carry two. I find I reprehensible that you can’t even bring clothes on your vacation anymore. Anyway, I digress. I have all that finished but I still have so much to do. …

Passing on Some Advice

Hey everyone! Most of you who follow this blog are people who know me personally. But a few of you don’t. So let me recap. When I was twelve years old, I was adopted and moved to Canada. To say coming to this country was a culture shock – well, that would be the understatement of a lifetime. In Jamaica, the only cultures I was used to were Jamaicans (Blacks), Chinese Jamaicans (Chinese) and a few Russians (when I said a few I meant like 2). On television, I’d watch programs like Rags to Riches starring Josephe Bologna and Tisha Campbell – Side note, for all you young’uns who think GLEE was the first television musical for kids of the age, think again. Don’t believe me? Click here.  It was a thing, trust me – There should be eps on youtube Gawd I just aged myself. Anyway, watching these programs and from meeting a few people who came to visit our high school, I knew there were other people in the world. But when I …

#RTF2017 Hangover

I’ve been to a few writer cons in the past four years. I’ve had good experiences and bad experiences, but let me tell you, deciding to attend Romancing the Falls 2017 (RTF2017) was one of the best writing decisions I’ve made in a long time. Sometimes you attend a convention and because you’re not NYT Bestseller so and so people don’t talk to you. Readers avoid you and other authors treat you like the you have the plague. Let me break down RTF2017 like this. Freya Barker I met this goddess a few years ago at the first Romancing the Capital. I was new to cons, my first foray into the unknown and I was TERRIFIED. I guess I wasn’t very good at hiding it because she saw it instantly. I remember her saying to me “don’t worry so much. It’s not that serious. You got this.” Then she gave me one of the biggest hugs ever. And to think she didn’t know me. I think the only reason she knew I was one of …

Suicide

Hi everyone, For those of you who are personal involved with me, you know I am a big supporter of helping those who suffer from a mental illness or contemplating suicide that sort of thing. I read this article where it seems the newest trend among teenager is suicide by cop. Now, for those who have no idea what that mean, let me try and explain it as best I can. Suicide by cop is when someone points a gun at a police officer, ignore all warnings to drop the weapon and the cops are then forced to shoot the person.  So far, there have been two cases that I’ve read about–one in San Diego and one in L.A. Both these teenagers left suicide notes. Now, I hear people asking “why did they have to kill the kid?” “Couldn’t they shoot the kid in the leg or the arm?” ” Can’t the cops tell a fake fun from a real one?” These are all valid questions. I don’t know the answers to two of these …