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Sunday, June 28, 2009
A Voice from the Past: Novel Soundtrack Song 4
Saturday, June 27, 2009
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Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Drifting into Love: Novel Soundtrack Song 3
It happens to all of us. That moment you feel yourself falling in love. It is truly an unforgettable experience. The lyrics of this song describe what goes on inside as we begin to allow that special person to have a piece of our heart. In my novel, The Last Ms. Understanding you can experience this by reading along with each chapter. I hope you will enjoy this seasoned performer as much as I do. Song 3: Michael Franks w/ Veronica Nunn - When I give my love to you. (Don't forget, soon you will have the chance to win this compilation CD and/or DVD) Keep checking back in each week for another sensational musical performance..
Why can't baseball players get any love?
You know …wooden bat, little white ball, homeruns. For a while now I’ve wondered why baseball players don’t seem to be so popular. Let me ask you; Do you even watch baseball?
If not, why not?
In my debut novel, The Last Ms. Understanding, the lead male character is a former baseball star.
Myself, I grew up watching the game and I still do. But, when Michael Jordan stepped onto the scene in the mid 1980’s and became a global icon it seemed like every kid laced up his sneakers and threw down their baseball gloves.
Why do you think baseball has lost its popularity? What will it take for baseball players to get some love?
Oh, by the way…In 2009 Ryan Howard, a baseball player on the Philadelphia Phillies will make $15,000,000 compared to LeBron James $14,400,000. Go on, admit it. Baseball’s starting to look better already….
(Detroit Tiger, Curtis Granderson, shown above)
The C word...Commitment
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Discussing Money Matters...
The critical question is how do the differences affect you? Can you live with the consequences that may result from the differences? Some differences can be easily accommodated. Some differences can cause uneasiness in your relationship resulting in resentments that outlive the love. Is it wise to discuss money matters while dating? If so, when is a good time?
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What Others Have Said
Praise for
The Last Ms. Understanding
“RL's debut novel, The Last Ms. Understanding ignites a hope and belief in true love and the ability for anyone to change. This novel is for the lover in all of us. RL's ability to creatively describe a scene puts the reader smack dab in the middle of the drama. Awesome!”
-Ann Thomas, Founder of Mind, Body, and Soul Productions
“...promotes real emotions that reveal the power of what a true misunderstanding can unleash”
-Shana M. Jackson, Founder and President, Serenity Women’s Circle
“After reading this I agree that RL is the romance novelist of the future” -Demetrius Mannheim, author of Rise Beyond the Shadows
“The thing that amazes me is how real the story is. Anyone can relate to the experiences and emotion within each page. RL has captured the feelings and frustrations of being in love” -CeeGii, Contemporary Poet
Comments from Readers
“The Last Ms. Understanding was an excellent read. It kept my interest from beginning to end. The characters were so intriguing. Each time a new secret was revealed it added to the drama surrounding them all. RL you did it the right way - straight up good! I can't wait to read more from you”
“I loved The Last Miss Understanding! I loved the story and I like your style of writing. I'll definitely buy your other works!”
“I have to say that I really enjoyed your book. This book was a good surprise. I like the climax of the book and how it made me want to find out what happened to the characters. Lee was a character that most females can relate to dealing with…other authors better watch their back!”
“Great, sophisticated deep insights into relationships…”
Thursday, June 18, 2009
When Love Calls: Novel Soundtrack Song 2
Serenity Women’s Circle President weighs in on the Mother/Son Relationship Factor
Shana M. Jackson is the Founder and President of Serenity Women’s Circle. She is the guest blogger this week. Serenity Women's Circle is a nonprofit organization founded by women for women. They provide special programs in order to empower, educate, and serve the entire population of
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Dating a Successful Woman
Many men in this situation have found it difficult to mingle with colleagues and friends of their girlfriends, dates, or spouse. If he does not have the same status the he may fear being treated differently among her higher class social groups. This may cause a multitude of problems. Many times, if success levels are not equal, the relationship suffers in the long run, no matter the extent of the initial connection.
If you are a successful woman have you ever dated a man on a lower financial level than you? What do you think is the biggest reason that men are intimidated by a successful woman? Do financial or educational levels have to be equal for a relationship to last?
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Friday, June 12, 2009
The Stage is Set: Novel Soundtrack Song 1
Excerpt from The Last Ms. Understanding
The instant Lee lifted his head from staring into his drink, he saw her. His mind shifted expeditiously as he sat up trying to keep a cool look glued to his face. Keith and Uncle Charlie both already needed to wipe the drool from the corners of their dry chapped lips. Those two talked a good game but usually settled for local regulars who were odd shaped and low on intelligence.
He desired to meet someone with substance, a lady with classy style. Someone like this mystery woman who just walked in was exactly what he envisioned for himself. You could tell by the way she glided across the floor that she wasn’t from around there. He kept thinking to himself that she had to be lost. Somehow she just didn’t fit in with the crowd filled with locals who grew up together but never found the courage to leave. He knew if he didn’t act fast, that some ridiculous looking clown, clad with polyester pants and knock off cologne would approach her, equipped with an act of buffoonery within minutes.
Without speaking, he instinctively removed himself from the bar progressing towards the stranger whose enchanted face danced beneath dim light. Her body language exuberated confidence. Her face was to be desired. Everything about her from the way her wavy hair complimented her face, down to her model like shape was in perfect place. Even her feet were gorgeous as he watched her take a seat. She sat alone at a table near a window, looking slightly bored.
“Where’s he going? Where’s he going?” Keith asked as he and Uncle Charlie slap boxed playfully, bouncing up and down like children wanting to be picked up.
Lee knew exactly where he was going and he wasn’t about to blow it by hanging around with his usual crowd. He dispersed from their vicinity, eager to approach her. Out of the corner of her eye, the lady noticed the well built former athlete moving in her direction. As a waitress passed by shouldering flutes of Moet & Chandon White Star champagne Lee grabbed two glasses and kept moving like you see in the movies.
Perhaps being Charlie’s nephew had its perks to go along with years of poor advice? Lee’s father died young and Charlie was his mother’s brother who to his credit stepped in to fill the void.
He stepped within a few feet when she glanced his way her eyes looking up at him, leaving him momentarily paralyzed. Her long eye lashes hovered over her light brown Asian inspired eyes.
Lee extended his hand. “Oh I’m sorry, can I sit down, I mean are you…” He stumbled over his words like an old drunk at midnight. Feeling sorry for his audible error, an invitation was extended to sit down by way of a hand gesture. She moved so gracefully, almost like she was below the oceans surface. Her jewelry shined radiantly, a tasteful mixture of gems and semi-precious stones adorned her neck, wrist, and fingers.
She shook his hand. “Rita Clark, nice to meet you,” she said. Her voice sounded better than she looked. The smoky sound was laced with proper tone and pronunciation.
“Lee Johnson. The pleasure is all mine,” he said. One thing was for sure, Lee had to step his game up, and it was unequivocally clear by the Burberry perfume that intoxicated his nose she wasn’t like the ladies from around town. He breathed deep to take in the fragrance again. She sipped her champagne slowly.
“I’ve been in town for a few weeks now,” she explained, “I bought one of the new lofts not far from here and commute to the city for work.”
Lee was familiar with the lofts she was referencing. He used to play baseball behind those once abandoned buildings as a youngster. He toured one of them at an open house when they first remodeled the once vacant furniture factory. Reality was he couldn’t afford half of a payment they were asking for the loft.
The brief conversation was moving along exceptionally. She was smiling and laughing at his usual charm while he continued to speak with confidence. Keep your cool he kept telling himself.
“What do you do for work?” Lee asked, doing his best to sound professional.
“I’m a CPA, I just started a job with a firm in the city but I wanted to live out a little. I’m tired of the hustle and bustle of the city. I needed a change,” she continued, “and when the opportunity came to head up Jackson & Fitz Accounting Division, I jumped at it.”
“You run the company?” Lee asked.
She laughed playfully with a sparkle in her eyes. “Oh, you don’t think a woman can handle her business?”
Even her teeth were perfect, along with her laugh. Perfect.
“I’m the first female COO in the company’s eighty-five year history and I’m proud of that,” she said. She took another small sip of champagne. Her glossed lips shined as Lee watched them closely. “Enough about me, what do you do?” she asked.
Lee froze. Panic stricken, he felt his body temperature rise and a little trickle of sweat slowly rolled down the center of his back. “I work at Home Towne Mailers as the first shift supervisor.” Lee looked down; his eyes fluctuated left to right.
“That’s great, have you been there long?” she asked with interest.
“Yea, ten years now,” he said while shrugging his shoulders. The player façade he once had was now removed, and Lee didn’t feel much like conversing. Somehow ex-baseball player and bulk mail supervisor didn’t seem so fascinating matched up with accounting firm COO.
“Stability…I like that in a man,” she said. Rita smiled as she talked. “I’ll tell you what Lee, I have an engagement in the morning and I just wanted to check this place out. A girl at work recommended it to me. Why don’t we exchange numbers and talk sometime.” She reached into her pecan brown leather Coach bag and handed him a business card.
“I’d love to talk again. You know what… I’m all out of business cards here’s my number.” Lee tried to sound cultured as he scribbled seven digits on a soiled wrinkly napkin. Within moments she was gone after politely thanking him for the champagne.
As he walked back towards the bar, he watched her pull out of the parking lot in a brand new silver two door Audi TT 3.2 coupe. Lee lethargically dropped his head, still rubbing the business card she gave him as if he was consoling it. Inside his head he was thinking, maybe this time he was in over his head, and perhaps out of his league. His good looks could always get his foot in the door, but this door wasn’t like any other he’d knocked on.