Why Lust is Now

Lust, is a super spicy romantic story, good for giving you all the feels. But, it’s also something more. In these troubled times, it gives the reader physical and social satisfaction.

Here’s how:

POC/ LGBT – Black girl, North African guy, Gay best friend.

Anti-Muslim Sentiment – Karim comes from a Muslim family and has dealt with islamophobia.

Immigrants – Karim is a second-generation American.

Feminism/Women’s rights – Isadora is powerful and respected in politics. She deals with sexism and envy, gets the boy and her dream job, and still stops a coup.

Greedy, sexist politicians – Julian and Peter sexual predators. Willing to use a natural disaster to gain power.

My primary goal as a writer is to write the stories I needed to read in my early to mid-twenties. I want young women to see themselves in relatable characters who show possibilities the readers may have not imagined for themselves.

As an example using Lust, I would love for a 20 year old Latina from the Bronx who grew up with family telling her she couldn’t do x/y/or z, or that bringing home an Arabic boy would never be ok, to see herself in Isadora, a black girl who’s family doesn’t recognize what she has accomplished doing what she loves, and who is not only willing to go after what she wants career-wise, she’s unafraid to enjoy what she finds relationship-wise. I want a Filipino girl who’s really smart, but hides her anxieties and has a huge crush on a black guy she’s just sure would never been interested in her, to think maybe she does have a chance.

Lust is about POC and homosexuals getting things done. Race doesn’t matter (this is why it is not immediately obvious. The characters are just people. They are not their skin or sexual orientation). It’s about the satisfaction that comes when sexual assault is punished. It’s about preparing a plan of attack in the face of an emergency, but using unexpected opportunities as well. It’s about WOMEN deciding when physical intimacy happens and how far it goes – and the men who EXPECT it to be that way. Feminist men are not the exception. And they don’t see themselves as exceptional enough to deserve a cookie for supporting a woman.

Come along with Karim and Isadora as they right the world and satisfy each other.

#diversebooks #ownvoices

Perfect Conditions

The best way to stay stuck? Wait until conditions are perfect.

So, I posted a video with a bunch of moving boxes and other stuff in the background.
I hesitated to do that. What would people think?
“Oh, she’s not serious.”
“She couldn’t have cleaned up a little before she started going on and on about herself?”
“She wants people to listen to her, to believe she has anything to tell anyone, when she can’t even clean up her own mess?”
(As you can see, I have a very vocal inner critic.)
All those things may be true. There are probably more than a few people who will think all that about me.
But that’s ok. A wise friend once told me that we’ll never get anything done if we wait for conditions to be perfect. And he was absolutely right. If I’d waited for perfect conditions, I never would have made it to France. I probably wouldn’t have my Master’s, and I seriously doubt I’d have completed my first book.
Get out there, get the thing done. Even if it’s messy, even if it could be better. There will always be “couda, wouda, shouda”.
But there isn’t always “done”.

"Whatever you're meant to do, do it now. The conditions are always impossible." - DORIS LESSING:

Growth and Interns

Growth can be painful, and potentially embarassing.

This is the case for writers, just like anyone else.

This witty and funny post you are currently reading is actually a test of my social media skills. A test that I may pass, but if I do not, the penalty will be a certain level of embarassment.

I hope that I do not die from it.

 

A few weeks ago, I had the opportunity to help a young man. He applied for an internship with me (to help with my social media presence, a subject that is clearly important at the moment).

He was catastrophic. The writer in me wanted nothing to do with him. But the teacher in me felt obligated to explain why I could not offer him the position. I did my best not to be too harsh, though I imagine that what I had to say stung a little.

Here’s hoping that karma isn’t too unkind.