Just Write

Just write. No matter the weather or the mood. Write always. Write with reckless abandon. Write what is not prudent. Write intimately. Let the words flow. Just write. Stop hitting backspace, stop editing while writing. Just write. Let the weeds come up with the chaff or wheat with the chaff and separate at harvest. Just write. Do not think of critics or competition. They do not exist here. Trust your inner voice. Just write. Get it all out, all of the people places and things crowding your brain. Do not worry over what people may think when they see you had all of that in there; in your head? How do you do that? How did you think of that? You got to be a genius or a weirdo or both to think like that. So what? Just write. You can always switch modes later but for now write. Write like you never have written before. Get the books out one word at a time.

Write like there is no book all ready published. You are not competing with your former work even. You are birthing a new thing; new things even. Each is its own entity. Be you and do you; you are the only one who qualifies to do it. Your voice is unique and you matter. Just as each day is unique and fleeting and will never repeat though the date and season will come again… you are one unique person and your time is now.

Her Confession on Amazon.com

Excerpt from Her Confession Review by Dimonique Boyd
Her Confession is a book about Ashara Jones, who meets the man of her dreams, not knowing that she is about to enter a physically and emotionally abusive relationship. Now, I have been addicted to the internet for awhile now, so to say I picked her book up and didn't put it down unless I absolutely had to is saying something. It was a great story, and I'm not gonna tell it here. You just need to buy the book. Here are a few things I found INCREDIBLE about the book:
1.) It showed me just how subtle the signs of abuse can be. He started the abuse so smooth that I was floored the first time he hit her. You might think a man is being cute, protective, and jealous, but it's oftentimes a warning sign of abuse. It amazed me that I was sitting here reading the book and I MISSED those signs-just like Ashara did.
2.) I loved that Ashara seemed to still be soul-searching as she told the story. In the midst of telling us what happened to her, she was still gaining understanding about how the situation came to be. That made it that much more real to me.
3.) I pride myself on knowing where the book is going-I never was able to guess what was going to happen next.

In any case, Her Confession was a VERY good read. I actually went home after work, and instead of turning the TV on, I FINISHED it-and that's unheard of for me these days.

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