FAIRY TALE LIFE Vol.1

Cinderella is a gold-digger, just in case you didn’t know. She wore glass slippers? Where I’m from, only strippers wear clear heels. They’re the type of bad girls that dance in hole-in-the-wall, illegal strip joints to get money. Sometimes, they work a gold pole in the middle of an apartment living room. (True story, I’ve seen it with my own eyes) They take their clothes off on a dirty stage, shake their best body parts until everybody tosses money at them, totally dazed and amazed. You can’t really blame Cinderella for what she’s become. She was broke, working hard for other people and hated her life. In real life, the fairy godmother would have been an older, washed up, been around a few blocks, seen-better-days type of woman who would have put her on to the game. Everything she said would have said to Cinderella would have sounded like sense. She would have made it seem like it wasn’t that big a leap from what Cinderella was doing already. She would have just conveniently forgotten to tell her about the emotional scars it might leave. And of course, there would always be a trick searching for Cinderella after she lost the glass slipper from her foot. He’d try to save her even if she didn’t want to be saved, to his own detriment and, ultimately, his destruction.


The Little Mermaid is confused. She doesn’t know if she wants to be a fish or if she wants to walk on dry land. Avoid her at all costs before she confuses you too. She’ll always live on the beach because she’s just one of those people that doesn’t want to make a choice. Even if you move her into your castle, you’ll catch her sneaking off to get wet, time and time again. She’ll even take you swimming with her but, don’t be surprised if she drowns you.

Snow White is attention starved and surrounded by those who are willing to give it in ample doses. All seven of them want her but she wants none of them. (She makes sure she acts like she does though) How else is she going to keep all of the lights on her? Spotlights, headlights, streetlights, camera flashes, and stage lights. She’s perfect from the outside looking in but she’ll never let any of them see her insides, no matter how hard they try. She’ll never show them who she really is. The persona she’s created is what she’s comfortable with, even if it’s a lie. The only problem is that the seven that she’s attracted are miners and will dig until they possess the treasure that they believe her to be. She’ll never give in to any of them totally because she knows that a treasure to them is all she’ll ever be. They want to own her, not love her, or even find out who she is. Eventually, somebody always tricks her into biting the apple though. Then she’s finished.

Sleeping Beauty is a classic. She waits for a prince to rescue her from her life instead of trying to find a way out of the tower herself. But, you see, Sleeping Beauty would rather watch as suitors try to climb up and lose their lives trying to save her. She doesn’t want just ANY man. She ONLY wants her prince. She believes she deserves perfection because she believes she is perfect. Along the way, men will come along that would have loved her but she’ll ignore them and let them go because she’s lost in a daze with unrealistic expectations. At the end of the day, she’ll blame the man she thought was her prince for everything when it’s her own fault that she let more than one KING pass her by while she had her eyes closed.

Rapunzel’s mother kept her locked in a tower, trying to make sure that her daughter never made the same mistakes that she did. The problem with that is, when you take away a person’s freedom for so long, the moment they see daylight, they go wild. The wildest girls had the strictest parents. And, you can quote me on THAT!

The real Beauty is the best because she’s not afraid of the beast. In fact she knows how to tame it. Instead of fighting for no reason, she rather see what makes the beast tick in order to make life with him easier. She wasn’t looking for what she found in him but when she did, she appreciated it. Love is a random thing. It hardly ever lasts when we try to force it to work with what we’ve chosen. Love is always a thing that takes you by surprise. She never saw him in that light but one day, to her surprise, she realized that she couldn’t live without him.

The Assassination of the Inner Critic

I have loyal supporters* who would love for me to release more material, more often. For a long time, I didn’t have the heart to tell them that I probably could if I could just mute the inner critic that constantly torments me. It is the villain that keeps me working on a single page for an entire week in a frustrating attempt to get everything just right. It is the plague that poisons my mind and makes me spend all morning taking out a comma, until I finally decide that it belongs where I put it. My inner critic is bigger than King Kong. It keeps me up at night and causes me to doubt myself.


I’d like to take this moment to thank KR Bankston, Elizabeth LaSahun, and DK Gaston for giving me the tools necessary to assassinate my inner critic with what is called a DEADLINE (Even though I missed the 1st one by about a month) We’re putting together an anthology which I’d like to say from now, is going to be amazing! If it was up to me, I’d still be writing my contribution well into next year. I’m grateful for the opportunity to work with such talented authors and the pressure of finishing somewhat on time has helped me immensely. Now I just close my eyes and write. Yeah, at times when I re-read I question my own thought process because occasionally, there will be gibberish but, for the most part, I get much more done now. This project has helped me free myself and take a step closer to being a complete author. I can’t forget to thank Kisha Green as well. She gave me the opportunity to write a weekly column called, “Makes Me Wanna Holla” on her www.writers-vibe.com site. Also, Brandie Randolph has also given me the opportunity to write articles freelance for her as well.

As far as finally putting an end to my inner critic, I haven’t. I still need it for the editing process but I’ve learned to lock it up until then. Lately, I’ve found that my stories flow more fluidly. It feels good to be able to smoothly empty all of the voices in my head onto the paper. They used to haunt me and scream to be set free. Now, I only let the inner critic take over when I have the red pen and highlight marker in my hand.


*[I hate the word fan because it’s derived from the word fanatic and none of my supporters are fanatics]

Voltron Facebook Promo Poster

My cousin did this for me to promote my 2nd novel, OPEN SPACES, while everyone on Facebook was using their favorite childhood cartoons as profile pics. (She's the best!)

Letter to Young Reem

You know, if I could go back in time, I wouldn’t change anything because everything I’ve been through has made me the man that I am. However, that doesn’t mean that I don’t have regrets. I’ve just learned how to live with them because it’s pointless to dwell on things you can’t change. Some of the mistakes I’ve made still make me shake my head in disbelief. As they say, in hindsight, your vision is always perfect. If I could write a letter to myself, it might read something like this……..




Dear Young Reem,
             
                    Things didn’t turn out as bad as you thought they might. Trust me, I smile every day. I’m writing you this letter, not for you to change the steps you’ve taken or the mistakes you’ve made. I just want to let you know how to deal with them better. You hold yourself responsible for too many things that have gone wrong. I want to tell you that things will get better as soon as you stop taking everything so seriously. (I know, it’s the Capricorn in us) Still, you have to learn how to control that kid. Those fits of depression are no good for you. For now, don’t feel bad that people don’t see things the way that you do. Later on, they’ll love you for it. Stop trying to be perfect. If that’s what you put out there, then that’s what they’ll expect you to be. As soon as you embrace your flaws, you’ll be free. Don’t ever feel guilty if someone says they love you and you don’t feel the same. Never say it back just to alleviate guilt you shouldn’t even be feeling. Also, never give a person anything when they give you nothing. There will be people who get upset with you when you learn this. Laugh at them and then dust the dirt off of your shoulders. (Leeches don’t want to die of thirst so it’s to be expected.) Don’t keep people around that you know you will eventually fall out with. Avoid nonsense ….EARLY. Keep an open mind. In time, you will learn to be a better judge of character. Experience is almost always the best teacher. Every single thing that bothers you now will be something to laugh about later. Trust me.

                                                                                                                   See you when you get here.
                                                                                                                  
                                                                                                                    Sincerely,

                                                                                                                   The Reem you will become

PS, Give anybody who’s against you the middle finger, right before you grind them & their whole entire movement to dust.

The Prerequisites of Perdition

By Keith Kareem Williams


The Countdown to the Deadline           
7 Days to Write

First, I’d like to thank my co-authors for their grace and mercy. They extended the deadline for 1st drafts when I was the one dragging. Thanks for believing in me and my wacky creative process.

Creating a short story has been more difficult than I anticipated because I’ve grown so accustomed to having much more space to work with. A full length novel grants me ample space for character/plot development, and conflict resolution etc. At this point, I have a new respect for authors who specialize in short stories. This project has come close to driving me insane on more than one occasion. I’m also certain that “The Prerequisites of Perdition” and sleep are sworn enemies.

When DK Gaston, KR Bankston, Elizabeth LaShaun and I made the official announcement that we were going to create this anthology, I was filled with excitement. I respect those authors’ talent greatly so I found myself feeling like a kid on Christmas Eve with huge presents labeled for me under the tree. Before long, that wore off and I realized that I didn’t have a story to write. I have a super-secret, spiral journal with ideas but none of them were outlined or designed to be short stories. To make things worse, my mind was completely submersed in the creation of my 3rd novel, “Monsters, Mirrors & Smoke.” I was trapped and I found it almost impossible to pull my mind or my energy away from it. Fortunately, I wasn’t completely lost.

Years ago, I’d written two paragraphs of a story I’d dreamed up about a depressed woman who almost let her children die on purpose. It was titled, “Dark Mother” but there was a problem. It was still only an idea and I had no idea what to do with these two paragraphs, written so long ago. Then, for the first time since I’ve been writing, an unfamiliar feeling overwhelmed me. Fear crept into my mind and caused me to doubt whether or not I could re-create the magic of the ink where I transform almost nothing into something memorable. Even now, I’m not certain that I’ve accomplished that. (I’ll leave that for the readers to decide.) However, I can finally say that I am proud of the story I’ve written. The process has also taught me a valuable lesson about creating these stories.

The biggest flaw in my creative process as an author is self-criticism. I’ll spend days re-writing a single, hand-written page. I’m always satisfied with the end result but the same could be accomplished by letting the work flow and then revisiting it at a later date. This was an important obstacle for me to overcome, just to become a more efficient author. I usually can’t keep up with the stories that I dream up because it just takes me too long to write them. I think I’ve taken the 1st step to having better time-management skills when transferring my thoughts to paper. (It does get confusing at times because I’m not completely sane.) But, if I plan to be what I know I can be, consistency is one of the keys to achieving that.

Thank you, the reader, for listening to me ramble. Be ready. This anthology is going to be amazing.

Blame Game

Whose Fault is it Anyway?


I guess the question would be, “Whose fault is ALL of this?” in regards to how some of my past relationships have gone sour, withered and died? Well, I never run much or been afraid to answer the hard questions. I’ve always embraced my imperfections and my humanity even when others haven’t and did everything but verbally proclaim their perfection. Because of this, I’ll take the blame solely on my shoulders. Why not? If you let them tell it, it was my fault anyway.

Through the course of our relationship lives, we’ll ALL encounter people who will hurt us. Every hurt will leave scar, some deeper than others. Some completely blame themselves while others blame everyone else for things falling apart. The reality is never to the far left or the far right. Truthfully, it’s usually somewhere in-between. After the smoke clears in the war games that are relationships, the dust settles and then, the walls go up.

As people become jaded, they build walls and swear to never let anyone ever get close again. Every disappointment only makes them add bricks and defenses. Before they know it, the wall isn’t serving the purpose they built it for. What they create is their own prison. The beauty of it is that they don’t even need guards. In graffiti written on the outside is name of every person they blame for everything that ever went wrong in their lives. Most of the time, you’d notice that they’ve never added themselves to the mural of misery.

There was always something you could have done to improve a bad situation, even if that meant leaving it alone completely, at that moment when you knew that you should have. Everyone has stayed for the wrong reasons when the right reasons to leave outweighed the madness. Most people rather stay than risk the scars that are always left after the wound heals. Circumstances usually force them out of their situations. Then, fear takes over and walls get built.

All I have to say is this:
While some of you build walls and hide your hurts on the inside, I wear my wounds on the outside with a smile. I take pride in showing off the wounds to let people know that I did heal. It’s better than letting my life bleed out while I hide myself behind walls. I come across people who choose to imprison themselves all the time. Yeah, I could toss grenades and eventually make a hole big enough for me to stay but I choose to say goodbye. As I make my exit, here’s another brick for your wall.

Kanye West - Blame Game Ft. John Legend (Full Version)

I heard this on a mixtape and HAD to make it the song of the week. Stay tuned and check back later for the blog update that goes along with the song.

Latest News: Sometimes Brooklyn, Mostly Mars

As some of you already know, I’ve been working on something a little different lately. I’m in-between novels at the moment and I’ve been receiving requests for fresh material. I realized that what many of my readers are waiting for is a deeper look at who I am. Of course, I leave pieces of myself inside every novel that I write but since I’m not quite ready to release Monsters, Mirrors and Smoke, I decided to accomplish this in another way. This spawned the idea for Sometimes Brooklyn, Mostly Mars.


Inception, Reem After Dark (Seduce you), Mars, The Grind, Haunted, Goodbyes, Write or Die, Power, Tributes, and Visits to Venus are the chapter headings that I have so far. Basically, this book will be a compilation of all my favorite Facebook status updates, Tweets, blog posts, short pieces and thoughts of 2010.

Putting everything together and organizing it all under the proper headings has been a task in itself. It has also been interesting for me as I get a chance to reflect on what my mentality has been. (It’s official, I AM crazy) LOL. At times, I’ve really been way out there. At others, I’ve been incredibly focused. All the same, it’s all been part of an interesting ride. As I look back, I wouldn’t change a thing.

What’s surprised me the most on this project is the varying lengths of the chapters. It shows how certain feelings have dominated my psyche. “Goodbyes” happens to be one of the longest. I was surprised to discover how many people and things I’ve let go of this year. But, as I read each passage, I knew that I had made the right decision, every single time. It is what it is, and I always let it do what it does. All I know is that I will always do what it takes to keep me smiling and moving forward. All I can do is hold onto the right things and let go of the wrong ones. Hopefully, all that will be left is just a better me.

If you happen to be reading this and you happen to be one of the people I said goodbye to, I won’t apologize because you know why I walked or had to turn my back. I never meant to hurt your feelings but, I can’t worry about how you feel when you were trying to impose your negative emotions on me. I’m not a drop-off box for your past pain. Or, maybe you might have just been a leech or parasite. I can’t have that either. Growing up, I’ve learned to let go when I’m supposed to. (And I’m quite grown) And to be honest, some of you just aren’t good people. Why have you around when it’s only a matter of time before you do something that I wouldn’t forgive?

They ARE Me and I AM Them

What most people know about me is that I’ve written and published two novels. The first was titled WATER FLOWS UNDER DOORS and the second was called OPEN SPACES. From the feedback I’ve gotten, most of my readers love my unorthodox descriptions, metaphors and plots. They say that they were absolutely captivated by my characters but, that’s all been documented already. Let me tell you something that not many people know.

I’m proud to have given you heroes to love, cry for and adore. Readers have often asked me if these heroes were based on aspects of my personality. I always answer truthfully and admit that they were. Sometimes, they get a look in their eyes as if they’ve been struck by me just as they were taken by the leading men I penned onto their psyche. Many times, they then go off on rants about how much they hated the villains, and the monstrous men I created. What’s always amazed me is that they’ve almost never asked where I found the inspiration for these beasts. Most times I’m relieved when they don’t. It never occurs to them to inquire. They believe that these antagonists are just figments of my vivid, overactive imagination. Oh, how I wish that that were true. If my world had been perfect, it might be but the life I’ve lived makes it unlikely. The truth is that all of the evil, wicked, ruthless men are pieces of me as well. It’s therapeutic for me to purge myself on the paper. The ink from my pen is like a serum that keeps Mr.Hyde at bay. I rather write about them than become them. I’m a better man because of it. I can look at them in the chapters as if I was looking at a distorted image in a broken mirror. With words I describe things I’ve done or thought about doing. I’m just glad that I found a way to bind them to the paperback spine and between book covers.

So, the next time you read about young Tyler falling in love with Tracy, or troubled Sedari struggling to save his marriage with Mika, and you happen to think about Keith Kareem Williams, please remember this: The fire that burns in Remy’s eyes and his twisted love for Tracy is mine. The ruthless determination that fuels Lee’s desires for Mika is also mine. Re-read those stories and when you shake my hand, I’m sure you’ll look at me differently.

Lil Wayne Ft. Eminem - The Bad The Sad The Hated (Lyrics)

This is the "Gully Song of the Week." I've had it on repeat since I 1st heard it.

Trey Songz - Unfortunate

Every Week, I'll be posting my "Gully Song of the Week" There's always a song that catches my attention that I put on repeat while I write. This is one of them.

WELCOME TO THE TRAP

the Trap n   1 : anywhere I decide to jump out, set up & sell my novels



Examples:

The Beauty Salon- No, you are not safe under the dryer or leaned back with your head in the sink for a wash and set.

The Liquor Store – Yeah, that’s right. If you're ready to get your lean on, I don’t care if I’m right in line behind you to get my own bottle, I’m going to sell you a book. I don’t care if you’re staggering outside the spot, already tipsy, I will sell you a book.

The Nail Salon – Yup, while your tips are still drying, I’ll have you blowing on your fingers or,...... better yet, you just gotta open the purse. Trust me, I’ll take the right amount of money but, I am going to sell you a book.

The Laundrymat – While your clothes are in the dryer, I’ll sell you a book. And don’t think I don’t take quarters because I do!

The Check Cashing Spot – You just cashed your check so DON’T EVEN TRY TO FRONT LIKE YOU AIN’T GOT IT!!!!!!!! (Cheap asses)

The Barber Shop – As soon as I drop a new title, my friends that own shops have my back & support me. Book signings and all that in their spots.

The Block – (My favorite) Any block where there’s a heavy flow of people walking, window shopping or just standing around. I get out, set up & get it in. I love the block & the block loves me right back.

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I love the Trap but it’s a challenge to face it every day. I always feel like I should be deep in my notebooks with a pen or typing furiously on a keyboard. I have to put all of that on hold to get busy and promote myself. That is no easy task. The YES’s feel great but the NO’s, (especially the ones with attitude) don’t. And please believe me, you get way more No’s than YES’s. But still, I get up every day and thug it out. Why? Because you will KNOW who I am. If they don’t take a book, they’re getting a flyer and eventually, they’ll have seen that book cover so many places that they’ll have to get a copy. Yeah, you can write the book but it does not promote or market itself, no matter how sick you are with a pen. This sh*t is a daily war. It takes nerve, courage and uncanny boldness to get people to listen to you when you say that you’re book is good. Even when they don’t buy a copy, they have to remember who you were on the strength of your personality. The “shy guy” stuff ain’t gonna fly out here if I expect to eat so I’m out here like a beast. I’m so serious about promoting these books that I would consider myself a “trap-addict”. I can’t walk out my door to check the mailbox without at least one book in my hand. If you’re passing by my house I’ll try to get you to buy a copy. How else is anyone going to know that WATER FLOWS UNDER DOORS, or take a look at OPEN SPACES or know about the MONSTERS, MIRRORS & SMOKE?



And yes, I LOVE THIS SH*T. I love talking about books to readers as much as convincing non-readers that they should start. I love every one of y’all that stops & I have a special appreciation for every one of you who copped. See you on the block.

SiStar Tea of ARC Book Club Inc.'s Review of Open Spaces

................Just thought that for today, I'd post the latest review I've recieved for my 2nd novel. It was one of the bright spots of my day.

Open Space by Keith Williams


Let no man out us under

This is my second read by Mr. Williams and this man has a way with words that will draw you in and have you turning pages to see what’s going to happen next. He is a pure story teller and has quickly made a supporter of me. This is one of the best books I’ve EVER read, “Open Spaces” is so descriptive you feel like it’s a movie playing out right before your very eyes. This author has some serious skills and will be one to look out for.

Mika is “happily” married with a son, Corey. As we follow the family we see they (Mika and her husband Sadari) both have issues with the marriage. Mika’s main issue is with Sadari’s best friend Desiree who happens to be her brother-in law’s ex-girlfriend. Everyone except her husband can see that she is in love with him. Mika is a dedicated wife with the best interest of her family on the fore front. When she discovers a lie by her husband her world is shattered and she reacts.

Sadari is a hardworking man doing his best to be a stand-up guy and take care of his family. When his wife became pregnant he left the streets alone and started working a 9-5, and although there is never enough money he keeps on trucking. One night a little white lie on his part sets of a chain of events that make this novel a must read. When his wife Mika bumps into her first lover (Lee) the actions of his white lie cause her to kick it with Lee. As we read we see what we thought was a rock solid marriage gets rocked to the core and it’s no telling if they will survive.

I’ll be the first to admit that reading about couple’s marriage problems is nothing new but it has NEVER been written about like this. You will be undecided if you want them to stay together or just call it quits. This is a perfect example of for every action there is an equal reaction. All the problems of this couple can be brought back to a split decision Sadari makes to tell his wife a lie while he helps Desiree and it goes downhill from then. Mr. Williams takes you through every emotion this family goes through. I was very pleased with the end. I commend Mr. Keith Williams for becoming one of my favorites and I look forward to reading his next novel.

SiStar Tea

ARC Book Club Inc.

5 star rating



Peace and Blessing

SiStar Tea

ARC Book Club Inc.

"It is not true we have only one life to love, if we can read, we can live as many lives and as many kinds of lives as we wish."

NO STRINGS ATTACHED

NO STRINGS ATTACHED

When I say “No strings attached” I’m not talking about being detached and disconnected. I feel it’s necessary to fight against being manipulated in all aspects of my life. I don’t think that’s crazy or, maybe it’s just me.

I’ve been working since I was 14 & have been living on my own since 19. Of course, I got pulled into what I call the 9-5 working man trap. That’s where they tell you to go to school, work hard and you’ll be fine. Bullshit! At times, I worked two jobs AND attended college and I still wasn’t fine as they had promised. Throughout all those years working, I always barely kept my head above water. Finally, I realized that I had jobs. I had ambitions to be an author but I wasn’t in the pursuit of a career. I was caught up with the maintenance of jobs where I actually used my talents to help others build wealth. I felt like a marionette puppet. Then, I studied successful, happy people and realized that they ALL worked for themselves. So, in March of 2010, I cut my 9-5 working man trap strings and went independent. I’ve been career-chasing since then. In just these few months, people big and small in the lit industry know my name. Why? Because I go hard at this for real! I even do this independently because I don’t want to be connected to any publishers unless they’re willing to offer real money. (…and yes, I know what real money is.)

The next part of my “no strings attached” movement ventures into touchy waters so prepare yourself.

Let’s talk about the past. Let me start off by saying, FUCK YOUR PAST!!!!! Real talk, if I hear one more person blame past experiences for making them into the assholes that they are today, I’m a go ballistic. If you’re an asshole, it means that that’s what you ARE. Please, stop making excuses and hiding behind things that don’t matter anymore. This is the present and a second from now, it’ll be the future. I’m not saying to ignore the lessons you learned but how long are you going to stay connected to those things? Trust me, the road to where I’m standing right now ain’t been an easy one. Those of you who know my story know of what I speak but, I don’t let it rule me. I cut those strings off too. I do what I do in the present so that the next seconds, minutes, hours, days, months and years I have left can be that much better. For some of you, by the time you realize that you’re living for the past, you’ve wasted your entire future with only seconds left on the clock that is your life.

Finally, let’s talk about attachments to other people. I don’t mind having strings attached but, only to the right people. Being selfish is sinful but you also can’t allow yourself to be someone else’s puppet. Every now and then, you’ll encounter people who understand what motivates you. If they’re clever, they’ll attach strings and you won’t even notice. Before you know it, they’ll manipulate your actions and even your thoughts if you let them get deep enough. I was never one to follow rules much or get sucked into anyone else’s program. (Ask my ex/children’s mother. She’ll tell you all about me) I’ve seen it all so sometimes, I’ll just watch as they try to tie me up. But, as soon as the lights go up and the curtains pull back on the stage, I use the big scissors I keep with me and cut myself free. Now, here’s my problem. I know where I’m going. I’m just having a hard time distinguishing who wants to go there with me and who wants to pull my strings from backstage. And, it’s even worse since people have noticed that yes, ya boy has talent and true potential to be something great. Now, I find myself wondering who’s a groupie, who’s a succubus and who would really ride. I’ve cut a few strings and I’m pretty sure that before I’m outta here, I’ll have to cut a few more. If you find yourself further and further away, it’s most likely that that’s where you’ll stay. It’s at my own discretion and for my own protection. Ya dig? But, if you’re really on my side, please be patient. I’ll see you, sooner or later. If you really should be here, you will be.

And, before anybody gets offended, ask yourself a question. What do you really want to be in my life? If you fit the description of the people I don't want around me, then by all means, GET OFFENDED. But, if you have good intentions, then relax. We're good. You'll see. I just gotta spot you in the crowd.

Iron Maiden

Iron Maiden

……..even my own mother accuses me quite frequently of having a nonchalant, fatalistic, “I don’t really care” attitude. Let me explain to you what it really is with me.

Definition: “An iron maiden is a torture device, consisting of an iron cabinet, with a hinged front, sufficiently tall to enclose a human being. It usually has a small closeable opening so that the torturer can interrogate the victim and torture or kill a person by piercing the body with sharp objects (such as knives, spikes or nails), while he or she is forced to remain standing.” - From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Ok, so let me explain. It’s not that I don’t care about anything. Truthfully, I actually care about a great deal of things. From what I’ve witnessed from other human beings, I actually think that as long as I care about more than just myself, I’m pretty much ahead of the curve. Earlier this today, I got my morning started by saying I was, “…..locked in an iron maiden with thousands of needles but.....it still hasn't pierced the weak spot I got.” The description courtesy of Wikipedia above should clarify exactly what an iron maiden is for those who didn’t know. Now, let me explain what I meant.

The iron maiden torture device is just a metaphor for what I’ve had to face in my life. At times, just because of circumstances, I haven’t felt completely free. Hardly ever felt like I was free to move around and do whatever I wanted to. That used to lead to me feeling stuck in place. On top of that, as if being stuck in one place wasn’t bad enough, I felt all kind of pressure coming from all sides and directions. There were always big problems but never anything that would kill me. But there was always something to make me bleed out slowly. It always felt like I was being tortured.

The reason I have the attitude and the will that I have is because, even after being trapped and tormented, I’m still here. I still haven’t lost myself and probably never will, no matter what is thrown at me. A thousand problems, a thousand needles, a thousand hurts and my spirit is still not broken. I have no fear of the Iron Maiden because it still hasn’t found a weak point that would break me. Life goes on. So yeah, I live life wearing a smile and a shrug on call anytime I need it.

CREATING: Monsters, Mirrors & Smoke

Creating “Monsters, Mirrors & Smoke”

Synopsis:
Either hope, or the fear of loss can drive a man to do great & terrible things. Hector's sinister hopes & Lenox's fear of loss put them on the same path of blood & violence, with different purposes. Welcome to the world of "Monsters, Mirrors & Smoke" where it's not as hard as we think to become beasts.

“….gritty urban fantasy realized through dreams & modern mysticism.”

Lost & Found:
“Monsters, Mirrors & Smoke” was originally titled “Suicide & Steel” when the story invaded my dreams years ago. I had even started to write out the plot to combat boredom in-between and even during class when I was a student at City College. Often, thoughts of it consumed my thoughts as I ignored the speed limit on the FDR drive on my way to 135th Street and Convent. Even while working two jobs and attending college full time, I couldn’t escape the haunting voice of the story as it screamed for me to write it. It had almost become its own entity and seemed to write itself in my mind. But, balancing between work, school, and various entanglements with the opposite sex proved to be overwhelming. One day, the story just went silent and stopped trying to be heard. In fact, it buried itself so deep that I completely forgot it even existed. As some of you know, when I eventually decided to seriously put pen to paper, I unleashed “Water Flows Under Doors” first. For a time, it was good. The feedback was amazing and served to confirm that I was on the right path. Then, for a time, life got in the way and I put my career on hold, mainly to keep others happy and comfortable. (That’s a story I’ll save for another time)

My career remained on hold much longer than I’d like to admit. Eventually, after I’d lived some more and passed through pain, I was inspired to write “Open Spaces,” my 2nd novel. For a time that consumed me. As I got closer to finishing my sophomore release, still there was no sign of the story that had abandoned me so many years ago. But, I guess it’s unfair to say it abandoned me when I left it lingering as well until it vanished. Then one winter morning, out of nowhere, the entire story I’d lost came back to me. I felt as if I’d been underwater and finally broke the surface to gasp for air. Every character, every side-plot, the beginning, middle & end was all there as if it had never left. Even the original title came back to me.

As I got deeper into detail with the story, I realized the title didn’t fit so it evolved into what it is now. I’m excited because it’s so different from the 1st two shots I fired at the literary world. I feel like the boundaries with “Monsters, Mirrors & Smoke” are non-existent. As I write more and become more comfortable, I seek more freedom. The reviews and success of my previous work certainly has made my writing style bolder and more aggressive.

Warning:
Once I release this one, it will be very different from what you’ve read from me before. Prepare yourself. I let the ink fly and explored the crazier, more complex side of my imagination. I’m not even sure what genre it belongs in. All I can promise is a ride that you will never forget. I promise, Monsters, Mirrors & Smoke” is frightening at times, thought-provoking, heart-wrenching, erotic, and wildly entertaining. See you “Live from the Block” with copies in the Fall of 2010.

From the time my stories find their sparks in my mind, they have life. There are just so many that it’s hard for me to sort them. But, for no one and nothing will I abort them. - Reem

MADONNA

Madonna (Italian: My Lady)

…has to be crazier than me but also have a different grip on reality than I do. (If that makes any sense?) Because we’re both passionate and melancholy beings, we have to balance each other’s personalities in some way. She’s talented but in a different way from me. I work with words and she’s creatively crazy in another medium. We both share freaky, geeky, unique perspectives on the world.

Power: …...she has power over me that other women don’t, and never will. What gifts I have, she’s an amplifier. She makes me stronger and last longer in everything I do. I’m a force alone but when I’m exhausted, my Madonna makes me feel alive. Basically, she makes me better, not worse. Her being in my life is a gift and not a curse. The story in her eyes and the truth in her smile is too complicated for anyone to understand except me.

Fear: …………of course, there’s always the fear factor. Both of us know that we might not survive being hurt by one another because it just runs that deep between us. Ours is not a random, roll of the dice relationship. From the time we started, it felt like it was designed. We both fear the devastation that the breaking of the bond we share would cause.

Freedom: ….................The beauty of our situation is the freedom of it. We stay because we choose to, not because we have to.

*Now, I know some of y’all are going to read this and say, ”Damn, who is Reem talking about?” Well, if it’s you, you already know. But, it’s most likely that I ain’t finding a Madonna this time around. It’s cool to write about it though. LOL

…………..ON HATERS VOL.1

People moving forward and making real progress hardly have time to look back. To be honest, I’m tired of this whole stupid “I’ve Got Haterz” culture. Jealous people exist. Ok, ok, we get it! Now stfu about it already.

The flyest people hardly talk about them. Why? They’re so fly that they don’t even see the wack, corny, busted, no swag-having losers that hate on them. People who are REALLY getting it in don’t have time to even mention other people who aren’t.This is just a fact. And, for all of you who get up every morning and your sole purpose is to complain about who’s hating on you, sit yo ass down. Nobody cares about what you’re doing. And another thing, if you find yourself surrounded by “haters,” look in the mirror and re-evaluate yourself. Birds of a feather, flock together. Surround yourself with people who are about GETTING it too. Smh. That is all!

Open Spaces Finally

Follow the link to read the reviews for my sophmore drop, Open Spaces.

http://www.amazon.com/Open-Spaces-Keith-Kareem-Williams/dp/1451504586/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1274582133&sr=8-1

Right now(Write now) This is……………..

Right now(Write now) This is……………..

Voice said, "You got baggage on you.Get rid of that. The story's too long, you can't twitter that. Focus on the ones you’re close to. That's the ONLY way to DO & BE what you’re supposed to. You didn't choose this thing you do. This is destiny & it chose you. Go hard until EVERYBODY knows you. And if they suspect, leave 'em at the wayside. Get right with right ones. At the end of it all they already proved to you they ride.

“Roger that!” is how I replied.

People don't understand the type of people that we, (meaning authors who write with passion), are. We are able to write the way we do because of the way the world seeps into our souls and affects us. It takes a heightened sensitivity to be able to do what we do. People can't deal with us or think we're crazy and I guess, we kind of are because we see the world differently from everybody else. What is entertainment to most is what we FEEL on a daily basis. And to tell the truth and put it bluntly, that shit can get f%*!# HEAVY! We try to earn money from our books so that we don’t have to work bullsh*t
9-5’s that bleed us dry and steal our time. All we want is more time to write. That is all. Real authors are not here to hustle readers out of their money. We’re just trying to tell you how the fuck we feel. LISTEN and don’t just HEAR what we say when we write it folks.see the world differently from everybody else. What's entertainment to most is what we FEEL on a daily basis. And to tell the truth & put it bluntly, that shit can get fucking HEAVY! We try to earn money off of our books so that we don't have to work bullshit 9-5's so that we have MORE time to write stories. That is all/ Real writers ain't here to hustle readers out of their money. We're just trying to tell you how the fuck we feel! LISTEN and don't just hear what we say when we write it folks.


PASSION IN THE FACE OF WHATEVER ADVERSITY!


…………………………………………..how I feel.

Tattoo

Went to the tattoo parlor in Long Island today with my brother. Meant to enhance the dragon wrapped around my arm but, as I saw how much empty space would be left after adding the new elements, I decided to have a new image added. The Koi fish now has become a part of the overall design. Why a Koi fish you may ask? Let me explain.

According to Japanese legend if a koi succeeded in climbing the falls at a point called Dragon Gate on the Yellow River it would be transformed into a dragon. Based on that legend, it became a symbol of worldly aspiration and advancement.More generally, the Japanese associate koi (also known as carp) with perserverance in adversity and strength of purpose. Because of its strength and determination to overcome obstacles, it stands for courage and the ability to attain high goals.Others say it means good fortune or luck.

Therefore, I thought it was appropriate to add the design to symbolize my struggle to become greater than I am as a writer. The Koi I had inked on my flesh also isn't just a regular one. It happens to be part dragon and symbolizes the transition it is making. (That's exactly how I feel) So, what started off as a "You know what? I want this dragon to have some background to make it stand out" has evolved into a whole sleeve. (From shoulder to wrist)

Also, the background is amazing, although I have to go back for one more session to have the shading done. From my elbow to my wrist, the background is very stylized water. The Koi fish is partially wrapped around my forearm and is shown splashing in it. On my Bicep, going all the way to my shoulder, there is a majestic cloud design with wind. That's where the dragon that wraps around my entire left arm head sits. But, my dragon is not baring it's teeth or snarling. It's mouth is closed and it remains majestically serene, even in the middle of the wild winds of a storm. And, that's exactly how I am. Eternally calm, even in the face of adversity. I try my best to never despair because I know, I feel in my heart that I am blessed & protected. Forever faithful.

(Sorry I haven't updated much but I'm back on it.)

The next blog post: Let's get into what it was like to create my 2nd novel, Open Spaces.

GHOSTS OF THE GULLY GOD

Ghosts of the Gully God
(excerpt from The Gully God Chronicles)
©Keith Kareem Williams 2010

I just came back from standing in this blizzard. I didn’t know what possessed me to step into the snow and the cold. More than the fresh snow called me and that’s when SHE saw me. We stood close without feeling cold. “But we should get inside,” I said and tried to pull her close. She left without leaving footprints and yelled back that I shouldn’t talk to ghosts.
And maybe she was right. But, I can’t help it because I’ve been haunted all of my life. The Ghosts of the Gully God surround me. Some protect my flesh like armor while others seek to destroy me. The love of some haunts me spitefully while others laugh heartily at my misfortunes and folly. To tell you the truth, these ghosts, apparitions, spirits, banshees, angels and demons are so familiar that they’re family to me. The realest thing I can say is that I trust these incredible intangibles more than I trust the living. Why? Because I know their purpose. I know their intentions and exactly what they want from me. I’ve kept knowledge of them to myself until now. It’s against the rules for me to say anything aloud so I’ve just decided to write it down, quietly. If I dare to speak these secrets with my voice, it would just spoil the magic. And, I’d miss them if they left me, even the monsters. I enjoy the fights with them from time to time because they keep me strong. And, my ghosts are always with me, even when everyone else is gone. As I tell this, please understand that I’m not that crazy. This is fact, not fiction and this is my reality.

THE DAISY MAIDEN
The Daisy Maiden is the “SHE” that I spoke of before; the one that walked away without leaving footprints in the freshly fallen snow. I’ve chosen to call her the Daisy Maiden even though she isn’t that dainty at all. I though t I had no weak points but she’s like the medieval torture device called the iron maiden. She’s gifted with thousands of inner needles and when she trapped me inside of her, one of her spikes was bound to puncture that weak point I thought to be so well-hidden. She’s the reason why some of you may find it impossible for me to fall in love with you. You see, to me, she’s as delicate as the flower I named her after. In fact, I know for a fact that they’re her favorite. On a quiet night in bed, she told me so herself. She even has one drawn on her body. But, I never forget that she’s dangerous. I’m lucky that she’s so quiet now because once upon a time, just one careless whisper from her lips was enough to trap me in her field of flowers.

THE WINGED WRITER
I want you to imagine my shock as a young kid, to wake up from a lazy, daytime, summer vacation nap to find that someone was standing on my fire escape. Yes, on the other side of the bars that protected the living room window, I saw the Winged Writer with a long piece of aged parchment in his hand. My grandmother’s one-bedroom apartment always had too many people home, (usually seven to be exact), but somehow I knew that he was there for me. He looked up from his parchment for a split second and I nearly jumped out of my skin when we made eye-contact. He calmly put away his pen, tucked away the parchment and smiled before he flew away. I used to wish that I knew what he was writing or what list he’d put my name on but nowadays, I’m not so sure I want or need to know.

THE FEVER
As a child, I used to get sick and drift off into these fever-induced dreams where I’m almost sure I drifted between life and death. Under the light of my mother’s fearful face, it felt like I existed in two places at the same time. When I couldn’t see her face, I was sure that the Fever was trying to kill me and take me somewhere that I didn’t want to go. But, mercifully it wasn’t alone. Something else was there that, although I’m a writer and I’ve been told that I have an uncanny gift with words, I’ve never been able to describe. The words to describe the other presence escape me and hide, just beyond the edge of my memories and subconscious thoughts. All I know is that something was there that chased the feelings of death away and always came just in time to keep the Fever at bay.

THE DRAGONS
I was born in the Chinese Year of the Dragon. I find it ironic that I dreamed that one nearly ripped my head off while I was half-awake and half-asleep. Or, so it seemed to me. Since then, I’ve taken something that I’ve been fascinated with while being simultaneously fearful of and tamed it. I’ve taken the images of the dangerous mythological creatures that scared me half to death once and made them my protectors. I’ve had the Dragons permanently inked into my flesh to defend me like armor.

THE FOOLS
Now, I’ve hated the Fools with a passion for a very long time. I can’t really tell if they’re evil or good. Why? Because quite often, they seem to ally themselves with the kinder side of me and actually encourage good deeds. However, when people take kindness for weakness, or reward goodness with wickedness, the Fools laugh in my face. It never fails and they’re always there to laugh when things go wrong. But, I’ve learned to laugh with them and over since then, they’re not as noisy as they used to be.


- These are 5 of the Gully God’s Ghosts. There are more but we’ll save them for another day. Just thought you’d like to take a quick peek at a few of my roommates on the Gully Mountain’s peak.

SMOKING and DRINKING PART 2

SMOKING and DRINKING
(Sometimes Brooklyn, Mostly Mars)

Part 2 : Drunk and Wasted

I’m drunk and wasted off of pain and I’m almost sure that that’s what keeps me insane. And it’s not just my own. So many people have poured their problems and woes in my glass that now I’m always drunk and wasted. I’m so far gone that I hardly ever look at the ground. Their pain is so real that I can taste it. I can’t put it down. It occupies so much of my time that I need an intervention. This wine of woes is deadly and it keeps me tipsy.
Over one thousand bottles of beer on my wall and each one represents a person that I’ve known. They just passed by and I only knew them for a moment. The dregs at the bottom of every bottle is every tear-stained sob story, tale of misfortune or tragedy I’ve ever known. Those beer bottles are just the people who only spent a blink of an eye in my life. Still, somehow the empty bottles found homes on my wall. I needed a bigger spot because I was running out of space over at my place. So, I write these stories and that’s become the Gully God’s Bar. So, you can hop up on a stool, or even reserve a VIP table if you’re able, drink until you’re nice while you turn the pages. So, on a light night I sip beer too but most of the times I guzzle stronger liquor.
My parents’ pain burns my chest to this day like Jamaican over-proof white rum, straight with no chaser. Both of their childhood stories, histories and memories were enough to keep me staggering sideways and then some. It’s been like that since I was born because it had a direct affect on them and governed their co-existence. But, I’m a grown man now so I’ve managed to maintain and my tolerance is higher. Mercifully, I haven’t experienced the hangover because I haven’t gotten to the day after yet.
I probably take on other’s people’s headaches more than I’m supposed to but I don’t believe in turning my back on the ones that I’m close to. Sometimes, we just toast and toss back a shot but there are times when we dead the whole bottle. All we have is each other because where we’re from, we don’t have real role models. If somebody makes it, it’s only a matter of time before they fall flat on their face so we’ve all agreed that to chase them is a waste. It’s the pain that we share that keeps some of us crazy. Our worlds spin out of control until we’re sick. Eventually we throw it all up and disgust the world when they see our guts all over their streets. That would explain so much of this misery I see and the pounding in my head. I know I’ll never escape because we even pour out liquor for the dead.

Worst of all, the news from all over the world keeps me so twisted that I don’t even look anymore because the room is constantly spinning. The woes of the world can give you alcohol poisoning if you try to take it all in. So much of it is right in my face so I stay drunk and wasted all day. Maybe it’ll change. I hope so because I can’t wait to be sober. I wonder what that’s like?

SMOKING & DRINKING

SMOKING & DRINKING
(excerpt from the Gully God Chronicles)
Part 1 : Full of Smoke

My first love was like smoke from a house fire. It caught me while I was asleep and nearly killed me. The batteries were dead in the smoke alarm and I only knew something was wrong when I started choking. That opened my eyes only to find that the world around me was burning faster than I could put out the flames. In the end, I had no choice but to jump out of the window. It was the best kind, the hottest type of passion that started the fire but I knew that in the end, it would become dangerous to kill me. In time, the burns from the fire healed but my lungs were still scorched from the smoke.
After that, I strictly took in all types of that good smoke that makes one mellow. Some I found around my way, basically homegrowns and domestics. Then I decided to branch out and try the foreign and exotic blends. I guess that could be considered the peace pipe era. No stress, no strings and not really much of a distraction. The only tricky part was keeping my lungs filled. There was no reason to hide anything and I was satisfied with that life. It was easy to keep my sanity and maintain the perfect balance between the soothing smoke and the fresh air.
Just as I was getting comfortable with my pleasant entanglements as opposed to relationships, I introduced myself to one of the deadliest types of smoke known to man. She was like cigarettes, a slow killer. Slow addiction that you never notice until you try to stop. It’s not a demanding type of smoke and it’s easy to keep with you for a long time. It helps you to relieve stress. You put it to your lips without a second thought but over time, that cigarette smoke shrivels your lungs. It makes you weak and prone to getting sick. I didn’t realize that the smoke from that cigarette was killing me slow until I tried to fly like I used to and found out that something as simple as me just being ME could leave me out of breath. Seven years and two months I held that cigarette smoke in my lungs until eventually, I let go of that nicotine addiction. (I still give cigarettes a try from time to time but I never buy packs anymore.)
Now, withdrawal from giving up those cigarettes had me fishing for trouble right after; basically a rebound situation. I was looking for the sexiest high to balance out the lows that only a person who has lost love knows. The problem was, everything I came across reminded me of crack. I never tried it myself but I know what it does to addicts who’ve inhaled the smoke of that demon. Therefore, I never started. I know all about the men who get hemmed up with deadly women who can’t be trusted, drape themselves in deceit and eventually cheat. But those men ignore their suspicions and common sense because her loving is sweet. I never ever breathe that type of smoke.
So, then I decided to take my time. I blow cigar smoke now when I need to ease my mind. Strong-willed women still try hard to make me marry but, the beauty of a good cigar is that I never have to inhale to enjoy the feeling of smoking.

***Of course, those of you who know me know that I’ll re-write this a million times until I get the right vibe. It can’t be helped. It is what it is & that’s how I do what I do.***

COMING SOON – PART 2 : Drunk & Wasted

Who is this?

He was that writer that sat silently for the 1st three weeks of his first fiction workshop because he wasn't sure how his peers would respond to his brand of fiction. Finally, for fear of failing, he finally read aloud in front of the class. After reading what would later on become the first two chapters of “Water Flows Under Doors”, they labeled him the truth.

After the 1st print run of Water Flows Under Doors, he disappeared for years as his responsibilities to his young family and real life situations dragged him away from his dreams. In that time, his lost a lot, and gained a little. However, he never stopped writing. It had become such an integral part of him that he needed it as if it was the air he breathed. His pen, the paper and his soul had formed a symbiotic relationship that could not be broken.

Finally, after readers of “Water Flows Under Doors” demanded another novel, he decided to re-release his 1st novel and make preparations to unveil his 2nd titled, “Open Spaces”. Since then, he’s made his presence felt at book fairs as well as on the urban blocks throughout his birthplace, the Empire State of New York. Quickly he is making a name for himself throughout the industry and his contemporaries have labeled him a “Beast” with the pen. Social networking sites wake up to see what he has to say next, whether it’s sexually charged flirtation or a vicious rant meant to maim and destroy someone who needed to be put in their place. Some comment while others are just spectators but they all read the posts and affectionately refer to him as Reem the Gully God. Open the cover, take a step inside Keith Kareem Williams, aka Reem the Gully God’s freshman debut, Water Flows Under Doors and see why. Then, after taking a deep breath, prepare for the release of his sophomore giant, “Open Spaces.”


COMING SOON – The review of Open Spaces by Kim McRae (president of the “Readers in Motion Book Club”)http://readersinmotionbookclub.ning.com/

Water Flows Under Doors chat excerpt

If you missed the chat with the Readers in Motion Book Club last night, here is a sample of how it went down. (Sorry, you had to be there to hear the rest) If you weren't in the building, you missed something amazing.

This is the most realest, calmest, and deepest chat RIM has had yet. Keith pulled RIM down a notch. We aint mad at ya...Speechless!!!!If you haven't read WFUD, you are definitely MISSING OUT. COP that ASAP!!! Take a journey with Keith as he exposes you to the parts of the world that everyone seems to look overlook.Thanks Keith AKA The Gully God for this opportunity. RIM are your #1 supporters. Keep up the outstanding work.For those that missed the chat, enjoy the excerpt below:


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MINAH: WATER FLOWS UNDER DOORS BY KEITH KAREEM WILLIAMS AKA THE GULLY GOD
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MEL-G: round of applause
Reem_the_Gully_God: thank u thank u, you're far too kind - in my Jay -Z voice
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thick_kim: yay
MINAH: FIRST WE'D LIKE TO WELCOME KEITH & NEW MEMBERS WHO ARE SHOWING SUPPORT
MINAH: HOPEFULLY YOU WILL ENJOY AND CONTINUE ON WITH RIM
thick_kim: welcome everyone
Kecia: welcome welcome
Pat_Brown: Thank you would not miss it for the world
PATRICE: welcome
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MINAH: NOW LETS GET STARTED
Reem_the_Gully_God: Let's get it!
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MINAH: KEITH YOU KNOW WE ARE GOING TO BE NOSEY FIRST.....WANT TO KNOW YOUR AGE, WEIGHT, HEIGHT, LENGTH (HMM HMM), # KIDS, ADDRESS, PHONE NUMBER, ETC
MINAH: JUST KIDDING
MINAH: NOW, WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO WRITE
Ambriea: lmao
Mika: rotflmao
Mika: wow
MEL-G: lol
thick_kim: ROFLMAO
MEL-G: she not kidding
Reem_the_Gully_God: Ha! I was about to answer all.(I ain't skerred)
thick_kim: LENGTH....OMG
PATRICE: first of kin... cause we are going to kill you for that ending
Ambriea: lmaooo@reem
thick_kim: RIGHT AT TRICE
Ambriea: ROTFLMAO@TRICE
Mika: oh heck yea@trice
MEL-G: @kim lenght of book or.........................
thick_kim: idk I didnt ask
Reem_the_Gully_God: Private inbox me later 4 pics
MEL-G: who is trice i dont see nobody named trice here
MINAH: LET KEITH ANSWER THE FIRST QUESTION
MINAH: ROFLMAO
thick_kim: roflmao
MINAH: I WILL ASK AGAIN
PATRICE: lmao
MINAH: WHAT INSPRIED YOU TO WRITE?
Kecia: yall are to much my virginal eyes
Ambriea: lmao @ma
Mika: mines to @kecia
Reem_the_Gully_God: I'm 34
Reem_the_Gully_God: 2 kids
MINAH: KEITH
MINAH: WHAT INSPIRED U TO WRITE
MINAH: I WAS JOKING WITH THE REST...SMGDH
Ambriea: mmhmm
Reem_the_Gully_God: I always had a knack 4 it. even from elementary school I actually wanted to be an aerospace engineer but I couldn't afford the schools
Reem_the_Gully_God: In college, I took a fiction workshop. at the time I was undecided what my major would be
Reem_the_Gully_God: the professor liked my work so much, he said I should just be a writer. The beginning of Water Flows Under Doors (Which I will refer to as WFUD from now on cause it's too long to keep typing) is what i read aloud in class and impressed him.
MINAH: INTERESTING
MINAH: HMM
Ambriea: wow
Dani: wow
PATRICE: true
MINAH: WHEN U DECIDED TO WRITE, DID YOU ALREADY KNOW WHAT GENRE?Reem_the_Gully_God: I can still design an airplane from scratch. LOL
Ambriea: cool make me one
Reem_the_Gully_God: No, I wasn't sure what genre. I was heavily into comic books, and fantasy.
thick_kim: a gully god into fantasy shut yo mouth
MINAH: WHAT WAS YOUR MOVITVATION FOR WRITING WFUD?
MINAH: LOL @ KIM
MEL-G: we use to walk home from school cause he spent the cabfare on comic bookds
MEL-G: books]
Reem_the_Gully_God: When I read aloud in class, I could feel the emotions of the room change as I told the story. (I only wrote it because I had been in class for 3 weeks & hadn't said a word)
Pat_Brown: lol
Dani: lol
Kecia: lol
Ambriea: ohh thats an a$$whoopin cabfare spent oh yeah@MEL-G
MINAH: AS A WRITER, WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST CHALLENGE
Reem_the_Gully_God: Thats why i love Mel/ He ain't complain once, even though it was a long ass walk
MINAH: he knew he needed the exercise lol
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Mika: lol
PATRICE: lol
Dani: lol@minah
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Reem_the_Gully_God: My biggest challenge is 1 - exposure. the 2nd biggest challenge is balancing my time between my 9-5 which is really like a 5-5 and making time for what I love, which is writing
MINAH: AS A WRITER,WHAT IS YOUR STRENGTH?
Reem_the_Gully_God: i think my strength is 1- my story -telling ability. I think I'm skillful @ moving the story along and leaving the reader in places that force them to hurry to the next chapter
Ambriea: *clapping hands* yaaaasssss!
Mika: good answer
MINAH: I agree....
PATRICE: that is true... you did that
Reem_the_Gully_God: 2- i try to bring different elements from other genres into what I write
Pat_Brown: I know when I read the book it had a human touch to it It felt like Tyler was a real person I could relate to
Kecia: i secom=nd that
Kecia: sry second
MINAH: SO YOU KNOW I HAVE TO ASK WHAT IS YOUR WEAKNESS?
Ambriea: ......lol
Reem_the_Gully_God: My weakness is that I'm a perfectionist. It takes me a long time to even write a chapter. I spend huge amounts of time with re-writes until I feel the story is right
Reem_the_Gully_God: oh, yeah, and i don't type well. lmao
thick_kim: GOOD ANSWER
MINAH: Dont forget u type slow
thick_kim: lol aint that the truth@ Minah
Ambriea: lmao oh lawd preach it
MINAH: SMGDHPATRICE: true... looking for keys
Ambriea: i done grew a few grays
MINAH: LOL @ TRICEMika: take about a month before we get a new chapter
PATRICE: it is called speak and type...
thick_kim: gully i think they kinda hot at u
Reem_the_Gully_God: I actually type faster on the qwerty keypad on my phone which just doesn't make sense to me because it's the same keypad
PATRICE: huh??????????????/
Kecia: it's smaller
Reem_the_Gully_God: i think so too thick-kim
Reem_the_Gully_God: i think so too thick-kimMika: i know i am@kim
MINAH: WITH THE CHALLENGES YOU HAVE FACE, WHAT WILL BE YOUR ADVICE FOR INSPIRING WRITERS?
Reem_the_Gully_God: I have a few things. 1-Learn to take criticism. It will help you grow.Seperate the hate(yeah, you'll get it from time to time) and learn from what others tell you
Reem_the_Gully_God: 2-You have to believe in YOU more than anyone else. Passion is key. Lose sleep, drive yourself crazy, go HARD!
MINAH: GREAT ADVICEPATRICE: great advice...
thick_kim: great advice
PATRICE: those be the good books... the ones that the author lose sleep over
thick_kim: mmhmm
Mika: yup
Pat_Brown: truer words...never spoken @ Gully God
MINAH: OK...............
Reem_the_Gully_God: I'm semi-insane. I honestly take on the vibe of the stories I tell.
MINAH: I STARTED CHAT WITH AN INTERVIEW SESSION TO PREPARE YOU KEITH
PATRICE: you are insane for the ending..
MINAH: AS YOU KNOW WE ARE HERE TO DISCUSS WFUD
Reem_the_Gully_God: LET'S GET IT!
thick_kim: gully say passionate it sounds so much better than insane
MINAH: AND SOME MEMBERS ARE HOT WITH YOU
MINAH: SO FROM HERE ON OUT
MINAH: UR ON YOUR OWN LOL
MINAH: HOPE YOU CAN KEEP UP
Mika: lol
Mika: oh yea
Reem_the_Gully_God: GRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!1
PATRICE: lol... tell him minah
MINAH: RIM.....LETS GET IT
MINAH: FYI: I'M TRY TO HELP YOU
MINAH: LOL
Reem_the_Gully_God: THANKS
Mika: dont help
MINAH: HOW DID YOU COME UP WITH TITLE
Reem_the_Gully_God: I liked the metaphor of water. It represents fluidity and shapelessness.
PATRICE: ok he is getting deep on us
Reem_the_Gully_God: throughout the novel, doors are important to the story
Reem_the_Gully_God: they seperate the characters from each other but somehow, the doors are still unable to keep them apart
Mika: oh snap
Kecia: that's deep
MINAH: YES HE IS @ TRICE
PATRICE: i was just kidding but damn
Ambriea: genius
thick_kim: damn
thick_kim: snap snap
MINAH: WHEN WRITING WFUD, WAS THE FINAL OUTCOME YOUR INITIAL VISION? OR DID YOU DECIDE TO CHANGE UP AS YOU WERE WRITING?
Mika: this was the question i was waiting on
MINAH: LOL @ MIKA
Reem_the_Gully_God: I SAW IT LIKE THAT FROM THE TIME I DECIDED TO TAKE THE SAMPLE I GAVE THE WORKSHOP and TURN IT INTO A FULL NOVEL.
MINAH: GLAD I ASKED
PATRICE: i mean he is taking to long.. i am trying to hold my peace
MINAH: B PATIENT TRICE?MINAH: !
PATRICE: yes mam
MINAH: HE SAID HE TYPED SLOW
Kecia: lol
Reem_the_Gully_God: BUT, I WANT TO TELL Y'ALL THAT YOU AREN'T THE ONLY ONES THAT TRACY'S DEATH HURT. IT HURT ME TOO.
PATRICE: going in the corner
Kecia: but yall he faster than MIke
MINAH: IM TRYING TO PACE HIM (HENCE HELP)
Kecia: lmao
MINAH: KECIA STOOP
MINAH: SMGDH
Kecia: that was a compliment
Reem_the_Gully_God: I STILL FEEL BAD WHENEVER I READ IT MYSELF. IN FACT, WHEN I DECIDED TO REVISIT wWFUD IN MY 2ND BOOK OPEN SPACES, I HAD TO FIGHT MYSELF NOT TO BRING HER BACK
MINAH: I KNOW
MINAH: OK SO WHY DID YOU KILL HER?
MINAH: U JUST OPENED UP A CAN OF WORMS
Mika: Tracy aint do nothing to you
PATRICE: coming out of the corner
Reem_the_Gully_God: I ALMOST MADE HER WAKE UP IN A HOSPITAL BED BUT THEN, I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN HONEST TO MY WRITING. I NEVER WANT TO BE GIMMICKY
Kecia: yes please answer thta
Mika: but nah you had to kill her
PATRICE: ok ,,, but why
Kecia: NO he did not have to kill her
PATRICE: he sure did not have to...
Kecia: the only one that NEEDED to die was that damn child rapeist
Mika: checking blood pressure
Reem_the_Gully_God: I KNEW THAT wFUD WAS A TRAGEDY. TRACY WAS THE TREASURE THAT REMY SAT ON LIKE A DRAGON.
MEL-G: lol
Mika: its high
MINAH: WHY DID YOU HAVE TRACY HAVE A BABY FOR A 29 YR OLD
Reem_the_Gully_God: TO ME, SHE WAS THE MOST TRAGIC CHARACTER IN THE BOOK AND I ALMOST GAVE HER PEACE FROM ALL OF THE HURT SHE'D EXPERIENCED
Reem_the_Gully_God: @ MINAH
PATRICE: dang you deep...
Kecia: She was the most innocent victim
Reem_the_Gully_God: I SEE IT ALL THE TIME IN MY HOOD. PEOPLE SHY AWAY FROM IT LIKE IT DON'T HAPPEN.
Mika: yes she was@kecia
Reem_the_Gully_God: I WANTED TO TELL THAT STORY and HOW IT REALLY GOES DOWN
PATRICE: i trying to stay mad.. but that was touching what you just said @gully
MINAH: HOW YOU COME WITH AGE BEING THAT SHE WAS SO YOUNG..U COULDA PICKED 20, 21?
Kecia: BUT that REMY......SmDH
Mika: me to@trice
Ambriea: lol
Reem_the_Gully_God: NOBODY TALKS ABOUT IT BUT, I HAVE FFRINDS WITH GROWN ASS KIDSD AND THEY BARELY 30
MINAH: right
thick_kim: that is so true
MEL-G: real talk
PATRICE: wow
thick_kim: and a lot of girls hook up with older guys
thick_kim: I wasnt shocked by it honestly
Mika: me either
thick_kim: Look at Marvin and kyra its Remy attitudes that you guys hated
MINAH: its not shocking, i was curious y he chose it
Kecia: that's tue
Kecia: NOPE i take that back
MINAH: TYLER? WHAT WAS UR MINDSET WHEN YOU CREATED HIS CHARACTER?
Kecia: I Just didn't like REMY
MINAH: WAS HE SUPPOSE TO BE LOST TOO?
Reem_the_Gully_God: TYLER WAS A LITTLE BIT OF ME. HE WAS KIND OF MY THOUGHTS TRANSLATED ON PAPER.
Ambriea: ooooooooooohhhh
Mika: interesting
PATRICE: dang
Reem_the_Gully_God: SOMETIMES, YOU SEE A WOMAN IN A SITUATION AND YOU KNOW THAT SHE'S ONLY IN IT BECAUSE NOTHING BETTER HAS EVER COME ALONG IN HER LIFE. I DECIDED TO GIVE TRACY TYLER
PATRICE: oh my god...
Kecia: but then you took her away
PATRICE: clapping and cheering
MINAH: BUT YOU ALSO GAVE TYLER TO DEBORAH? WHY?
MINAH: HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Pat_Brown: true
Pat_Brown: ?? Deb
Reem_the_Gully_God: DEBORAH IS WHAT MEN SEE SOMETIMES AND THINK THEY WANT. THEY OVERLOOK "TRACY"'S FOR THE "DEBORAH"'S. (GIVE ME A TRACY ALL DAY)
Mika: yea i didnt like that trick
Reem_the_Gully_God: I WANTED TO SHOW THE ILLUSION.
PATRICE: clapping and cheeing again..
Ambriea: lmao
thick_kim: wow Keith is not playing
MINAH: Y DID DEBORAH CHEAT ON TYLER? WAS HE JUST A FLING TO HER?
thick_kim: damn
PATRICE: speechless
Reem_the_Gully_God: SHE WAS CONFUSED. SHE DATED HIM TO REBEL AGAINST MOMMY and DADDY. EVENTUALLY, SHE CHOSE WHAT SHE THOUGHT SOCIETY WOULD ACCEPT BY HER SIDE
PATRICE: oh ok.. pretty boy...
PATRICE: that explains it
MINAH: GUESS HE DIDNT LIKE WHEN TYLER WHOOPED HIS ASS LOL
Reem_the_Gully_God: LMAO. (i ENJOYED WRITING THAT)
MINAH: THAT SHIT WAS FUNNY
MEL-G: @GULLY GOD The 80/20 rule lmao
MINAH: SHUT UP MEL
PATRICE: 80/20?
Reem_the_Gully_God: @ mEL. WORD!
MEL-G: its true
MINAH: STAY IN THE CORNER IF UR NOT DISCUSSING WFUD
Reem_the_Gully_God: TELL EM MEL!
MEL-G: actually i was referring to the part about Deborah
MINAH: NO U WERE TALKING ABOUT 80/20 RULE
PATRICE: what is 80/20
MINAH: WE HEARD U
PATRICE has left.
MEL-G: well if u refer back to the part when reem said deborah is what men see sometimes and think they want they overlook tracy. So if im not mistaken that is part of WFUD
MEL-G: that is where the 80/20 rule comes into play
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MEL-G: so CONTINUE NOW MINAH
MEL-G: THX
MINAH: AND U SAID 80/20, BUT IM NOT ARGUING WITH U
MINAH: KEITH
MEL-G: reem knows what i mean
Reem_the_Gully_God: I GOT A QUESTION FOR Y'ALL
MINAH: YOU USED ALOT OF METAPHORS AND THE USE OF THE SOUL, WHY WAS THAT SO IMPORTANT TO YOU
MINAH: NOT HERE YET kEITH
MINAH: HOLD UR HORSES
Reem_the_Gully_God: OK
MINAH: U ASK ? LATER
Reem_the_Gully_God: I DON'T LIKE THE WAY THAT "URBAN FICTION" IS LOOKED UPON IN LITERARY CIRCLES
Reem_the_Gully_God: PEOPLE IGNORE THE FACT THAT REAL PEOPLE LIVE THESE LIVES. THEY HAVE FEELINGS, EMOTIONS, DREAMS ETC...
Reem_the_Gully_God: IT'S JUST WHEN i'M IN A ZONE, I WANT TO PAINT PICTURES THAT STAY IN YOUR HEAD LONG AFTER THE BOOK IS CLOSED
thick_kim: preach the motherfucking gospel
thick_kim: I know thats right I loved it
PATRICE: wow'
thick_kim: page 3 quote about the shoulders can we say classic
Mika: well it sure stayed in my head
Reem_the_Gully_God: MAINSTREAM DISRESPECTS THE GENRE. AND, I AM NOT IN ANY WAY BEING ARROGANT WHEN I SAY THIS BUT, I WANTED TO SHOW THEM THAT YES, REAL WRITERS ARE GETTING IT IN OVER HERE!YA DIG!
MINAH: I DIG
thick_kim: who got the collection plate
Pat_Brown: about time
MINAH: WHO WAS YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTER?
thick_kim: cause he going against the code
thick_kim: the game is to be sold not told
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Reem_the_Gully_God: Y'ALL GONNA GET MAD AT ME FOR THIS BUT, I LOVED TYLER BUT REMY WAS MY FAVORITE TO WRITE. HE WAS THE BIGGEST CHALLENGE
MINAH: HE WAS A PIECE OF SHYT
MINAH: I DIDNT LIKE HIM
MINAH: SORRY
MINAH: DAMN PERVERT
thick_kim: I can understand that
thick_kim: took u out your element
PATRICE: are you serious
Reem_the_Gully_God: YUP, BUT I HOPE THAT I ALSO SHOWED THAT EVEN THOUGH HE WAS A MIS-GUIDED MONSTER, HE LOVED 1 THING IN THE WORLD
Mika: Remy? Wth
thick_kim: I so got that I wished you have gone more into his pass cause he was off his rocker
Reem_the_Gully_God: THE GOOD GUY IS EASIER TO WRITE. IF I REALLY MAKE YOU HATE THE VILLAIN, THEN MY JOB WAS DONE WELL
thick_kim: exactly
PATRICE: hate for him is not a strong enough word
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Kecia: well all i can say is jib well done
Kecia: 8job
MINAH: WHY WAS JUNIE SUCH A HATER
Reem_the_Gully_God: THERE'S 1 IN EVERY HOOD, ON EVERY BLOCK, AND UNFORTUNATELY, IN EVERY CIRCLE OF FRIENDS.
MINAH: DAMMIT KEITH
Reem_the_Gully_God: THEY DON'T GET THE ATTENTION THEY DESERVE SO THEY SABOTAGE OTHER PEOPLE 4 SPITE
Mika: damn hit that on the nail
thick_kim: so true
thick_kim: hell I know some junie's
MINAH: ME TOO SOME ON RIM, JK
MINAH: ROFLMAO
Reem_the_Gully_God: ME TOO. LOL I GIVE EM FEVER ALL DAY.
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thick_kim: I love them....motivation
Mika: now what now@minah
Reem_the_Gully_God: BUT SOME OF Y'ALL HAVE SEEN ME IN ACTION. (MOVING RIGHT ALONG,......)
MINAH: TAKE YOU BACK TO TRACY
Reem_the_Gully_God: OK
MINAH: WHY DID HER MOM ALLOWED IT. I KNOW AFTER SHE HAD FIRST BABY, THE DEED WAS DONE? DID SHE NOT KNOW B4 THEN?
PATRICE: good question
Reem_the_Gully_God: A FEW REASONS. SHE WAS STILL MOURNING HER HUSBAND SO SHE DIDN'T PAY ATTENTION LIKE SHE SHOULD HAVE
Reem_the_Gully_God: SHE KNEW HER DAUGHTER WAS SAD OVER HER FATHER'S LOSS AND SHE JUST LET IT BE BECAUSE TRACY SEEMED HAPPY
Reem_the_Gully_God: AND, SO MANY MOTHER'S TURN A BLIND EYE TO THAT TYPE OF SITUATION
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thick_kim: SO TRUE GULLY
Reem_the_Gully_God: CAUGHT UP IN THEIR OWN ISSUES SO DEEP THEY IGNORE THEIR DAUGHTERS
thick_kim: like that name to what it mean what do you do thats gully
Kecia: but who hasn't seen that
Kecia: i see it every dy
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PATRICE: that is so true...
Kecia: *day
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thick_kim: SO TRUE GULLY
Reem_the_Gully_God: CAUGHT UP IN THEIR OWN ISSUES SO DEEP THEY IGNORE THEIR DAUGHTERS
thick_kim: like that name to what it mean what do you do thats gully
Kecia: but who hasn't seen that
Kecia: i see it every dy
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PATRICE: that is so true...
Kecia: *day
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Kecia: shoot a about 90 girls in a high school out her ended up pregnant not too long ago
thick_kim: right
thick_kim: and most by older men
PATRICE: what?
Kecia: yup they had a pregnancy pack
MINAH: WOWPATRICE: what the hell is a pregnacy pack...
Mika: oh yea i heard about that
PATRICE: i am sorry for that
Kecia: where they all agree to get pregnant at the same time
Mika: matter of fact a movie coming on tv about that
PATRICE: yall are joking
Kecia: nope
Reem_the_Gully_God: IT'S THE SAME STORY FROM WAAAAAYYYYY BACK. I HAD FRIENDS WHOSE MAMAS LOOKED LIKE THEIR BIG SISTERS.
PATRICE: come one... that is crazy..
PATRICE: i thought i was to young to have a chils at 23
Kecia: yeah that's a like a twenty three year old with a ten year old child
thick_kim: hell if u think that is young I was hella young (nae voice) at 18
MINAH: KEITH,
MINAH: IDK EVEN KNOW HOW TO ASK THIS
MINAH: HOPEFULLY IIM THIINKING OF RIGHT STORY
Reem_the_Gully_God: LETS GET IT
MINAH: DOLL? WHAT' WAS ITS PURPOSE
Reem_the_Gully_God: AHHHH, I'M GLAD YOU ASKED THAT.
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Reem_the_Gully_God: THE DOLL REPRESENTED TRACY. 1-TO SOMEONE ELSE, IT HAD BEEN A TOY AT ONE TIME
Reem_the_Gully_God: 2- IT HAD BECOME BROKEN FROM PEOPLE PLAYING WITH IT
thick_kim: WELL DAMN
Reem_the_Gully_God: 3-EVENTUALLY, AS MUCH AS IT HAD ONCE BEEN A FAVORITE PLAYTHING, IT WOULD GET TOSSED AWAY
PATRICE: hot hell... i would have never thought of that...
MINAH: KEITH U TOO DEEP FOR ME
thick_kim: Gully you are about to make me cry
PATRICE: say that again..
MINAH: REMIND ME NOT TO MODERATE ANY MORE OF HIS CHATS
MEL-G: lol
thick_kim: anything upbeat u got to say
PATRICE: and you slid that in there so good...
thick_kim: didnt he
thick_kim: and I been drinking...smdh
PATRICE: i thought she was just playing with trash...
thick_kim: lol
MINAH: HARD ENOUGH COMING UP WITH ?S THEN HE GETTING ALL DEEP, GOT ME SCARED TO ASK THEM SHYT
Reem_the_Gully_God: LOL
MEL-G: lmfao
thick_kim: we had some simple ass authors in the past
MINAH: U KNOW WHAT
thick_kim: they got they shit
cynt: lol\
thick_kim: this shit it deep
MINAH: KEITH IM OPENING FLOOR FOR YOU TO ASK QUESTIONS
thick_kim: got me thinking and shit
thick_kim: WHAT
PATRICE: i going to get verdi
MINAH: DAMN RIM WAS WE READY FOR KEITH
MINAH: TALKING ABOUT HOPE HE CAN KEEP UP
MINAH: I WILL ADMIT
MINAH: IM EATING MY WORDS
thick_kim: Gully what is next for you
PATRICE: hell nah... you got me... i am bowing down to you
thick_kim: me too
thick_kim: me too
thick_kim: dont want to see no dolls
Mika: yall some punks...lol
thick_kim: no damn old menthick_kim: no damn doors I am all fucked uo
cynt: lmao@ Kim
thick_kim: up*
thick_kim: and aint running no damn water
PATRICE: lokl
MEL-G: See minah shoulda stayed in the corner with me.....Told u
MINAH: I AGREE MELthick_kim: KEITH WHAT IS NEXT FOR YOU
MINAH: HELL IM NOT SCARED TO ADMIT IT
Reem_the_Gully_God: @ THICK KIM -OPEN SPACES. I'VE GROWN SO MUCH FROM THE TIME I WROTE WFUD. LIFE GOT IN THE WAY BUT I DON'T REGRET A SECOND OF IT
thick_kim: minah dont go in the corner mel aint no good
thick_kim: OPEN SPACES
MEL-G: im really not
MEL-G: lol
thick_kim: IS MY SHIT
thick_kim: ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS I EVER READ
thick_kim: HAD ME CRYING AND SHIT
PATRICE: i am scared to read that
cynt: Open Spaces brought me to tears
thick_kim: THE DECISION IS MADE NEXT MONTH WE READING THE BIBLE GENESIS TO EXODUS
Pat_Brown: two words Can't Wait
cynt: @ Trice,... and dont read it while drinking...smh
Reem_the_Gully_God: WITH WFUD I WAS NERVOUS. I WAS SO UNSURE IF THERE WAS A MARKET FOR MY STYLE OF WRITING. WITH OPEN SPACES, MY CONFIDENCE LEVEL WAS HIGHER SO I JUST RELAXED AND TOLD THE STORY
thick_kim: GREAT BOOK WAIT TO READ THE WHOLE BOOK CYN
PATRICE: lol@kim
PATRICE: lol@kim
cynt: I have @ KIm
thick_kim: I am serious King James Version
PATRICE: i am mad
Reem_the_Gully_God: I MADE A DECISION THIS WEEK. I AM GOING TO POST OPEN SPACES IN IT'S ENTIRETY
cynt: why@ Trice
thick_kim: KEITH ARE YOU GOING TO BE AT HBF?
cynt: thats whats up
thick_kim: WHAT OWWWWW SHIT
PATRICE: cause i wanted to tell gully off and i cant...
cynt: why@ Trice..what did he do? LOL
Kecia: keith pleaase don't make promises you don't intend to keep because you live too close
thick_kim: girl OS is going to have you all messed up
Reem_the_Gully_God: U GUYS SHOW ME SO MUCH LOVE THAT YOU DESERVE IT.
cynt: Yup....@ Kim
cynt: Yup....@ Kim
thick_kim: I cried, cussed, screamed, and laughed
Mika: im mad to@trice
MEL-G: We gonna have a VIP section for RIM members
thick_kim: where Mel?
Mika: i just knew i was going to cyber slap him about the end fo the book
PATRICE: do i need to take a vacation to read Open Spaces
MEL-G: HBF
cynt: @ Trice YES
thick_kim: yeah@ Trice
Kecia: Mika I was on my way to cut him
MEL-G: @KIM
PATRICE: me too mika... now i need a hug
thick_kim: aww shit @mel
Reem_the_Gully_God: MEL, TELL EM AGAIN
thick_kim: yall go have that good ass pepsi
MEL-G: i was told to stay in my corner
cynt: LOL
MEL-G: lol pepsi and henny
cynt: THATS WHATS UP
thick_kim: i dont do the henny
thick_kim: ciroc or tequila
Kecia: keith mel knows when to hush
PATRICE: hell after that we need straight vodka
MEL-G: U COULD HAVE WHATEVER U LIKE @KIM
cynt: LOL
thick_kim: well damn for real
MEL-G: TIME AND PLACE@KECIA
MINAH: KEITH DO YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS FOR US REGARDING WFUD?
Kecia: you tell me
Reem_the_Gully_God: YES
Reem_the_Gully_God: WHO WAS YOUR FAVORITE SIDE CHARACTER AND WHY?
Kecia: Tyler
PATRICE: june....
thick_kim: side character?
MINAH: kIETH YOU SAID YOU MAKE AIRPLANES SO IT WOULDNT BE HARD TO MAKE A DILDO FROM SCRATCH HUH
Kecia: cause he was someone i could relate too
Mika: wth@minah
MINAH: I LOVED TYLER
PATRICE: he was just like a little rat... just want to kick his ass
Kecia: OH my this getting ready to become x rated
thick_kim: I would have to say Tyler's dad cause he tired to make it right with his son
MINAH: HE WAS LAID BACK
Mika: Tyler
Kecia: my virginal eyes @ minah
thick_kim: ROFLMAO AT MINAH
cynt: Tyler
thick_kim: GO SHIT UR ASS IN THE BACK ROOM MINAH
MINAH: WHAT? I WAS JUST ASKING. COULD BE A SIDE HUSTLE
cynt: @ Kim have u been drinking
Mika: kimmy drunk
MINAH: HE MAKE T HEM I SELL THEM
PATRICE: dang.. minah,, she did not even say the corner
Reem_the_Gully_God: @ mINAH. (jUST READ THAT) NOT AT ALL. i'LL JUST MAKE A MOLD
PATRICE: she said the back room... lmao
MEL-G: @ KECIA NO I MEANT TIME AND PLACE FOR EVERYTHING. I KNEW THE OUTCOME OF THIS JUS WANTED TO WITNESS IT WITH NO INTERUPTIONS.
thick_kim: I am not drunk
thick_kim: I am a little tipsy
MEL-G: KIM U ALWAYS DRUNK
thick_kim: what
Kecia: LOL
MEL-G: THIS WAS A GREAT CHAT FOR REAL
thick_kim: u have seen or heard about me being drunk
cynt: dang I been sipping but Kimmy you doin too much!! LOL
thick_kim: we know we the shit a duh
Kecia: yall is a mess
thick_kim: oh lord we got new members
Kecia: kim put the bottle down
thick_kim: Pat we are not normaly like this
cynt: lol
cynt: yes we are! lol
Kecia: actually Pat
thick_kim: sssh cyn
Kecia: this is good
Ambriea: BOTTLE WHAT ROTFLMAO AW HELL
PATRICE: yes we are
Reem_the_Gully_God: HEY MINAH, I'M TALKIN 2 YOU (SEE ABOVE) LMAO
PATRICE: who is kim trying to fool
Kecia: cause we can get be worse
thick_kim: yall go scare her away
cynt: @ Kecia yeah I gotta admit this is a CALM chat
MEL-G: SOMEBODY GET AMBRIEA SOME KOOLAID
MEL-G: BOUT BOTTLE
thick_kim: I want to kow why mel say i am always drunk
Reem_the_Gully_God: LMAO
cynt: lol@ Mel
PHENOMENAL


***If you're interested in the book after reading that chat interview......here you go***

http://www.amazon.com/Water-Flows-Under-Doors-ebook/dp/B003CJTZWU/ref=pd_sim_kinc_1?ie=UTF8&m=AG56TWVU5XWC2