Wednesday, August 29, 2018

YOU - Volume 2


YOU Vol 2

Timing…
Is something that I’ve always struggled with…
And it hasn’t always been my friend.
It never seems to be in synch with where I am…
Or the things I want to do…
Especially with YOU…
But, as you once told me…
What’s supposed to be…
Will be.
And speaking of time…
At 1am last night…
When I felt like I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep…
I wrote this right before my eyes closed.

I suppose that most people find me complicated and confusing but, I’m a writer so that’s how I’m supposed to be. I think it might be coded into my genetics and that’s why I’m so unapologetic about the way I am. I can only be me and I’m not interested in faking being someone else…not even for likes, love or adoration.
A few days ago, I was ready to say everything that’s been on my mind. I thought about writing it all down too but if I did, the list would stretch from here to the moon. All of those things I would have scribbled on paper were all things I should have told YOU, every single thing I wanted to show YOU. Every word I wanted to spill is all true but, as usual, the universe is playing games so I’m not sure if I’m too late or too soon.
I apologize if I’m too late. I had a lot going on while I was gone. I loved YOU then but guilt wouldn’t let me stay and that may sound insane but, let me explain. I looked at the road ahead of me and knew that nothing about it was going to be easy. (It’s better now but it’s still rough at times.) Even though I loved YOU then, as I love YOU now, I didn’t think it was fair to drag YOU through all of that. It didn’t even feel right to ask YOU to wait until everything was straight and maybe that was one of my MANY mistakes. I know that I should have given YOU the choice to stay or walk away. It wasn’t an easy choice for me to make but I don’t regret making it. Even though I’ve suffered on the road I’m on, I would never want YOU to. Loving someone is also knowing when to let go. I was never sure what WE were…not really…but I always looked forward to seeing YOU. But, there was always the voice in my head, telling me to be careful…so I hesitate and that’s what makes me feel like I might be too late. I’m sorry if I am.
There are a million things I’ve always wanted to say and YOU’ve already warned me about waiting around for “One Day” to say them.
I’m getting sleepy but before I go, even if I might be too late, I need to tell YOU this. Thank YOU. There are so many things I had stopped believing in until I met YOU. Some of it really did feel like a film, playing out on a screen in a way that some people only dream of. My problem was that I was always too concerned with how the movie might end, instead of just living in the moments we had. YOU once told me that, what is meant to be, will be…so, I guess we’ll see. And if this movie doesn’t end with YOU here with me, just remember that I loved YOU anyway. It might not seem like a big deal to someone on the outside…even if I told them the whole story but, YOU were always a big deal to me.    

Copyright © 2018 Keith Kareem Williams
All rights reserved.




Friday, August 24, 2018

Daytona Here I Come!


Recently, I received the amazing news that I will be one of the featured authors at the F.R.E.S.H. BOOK FESTIVAL 2019 in Daytona Beach, Florida! I'll be there on Thursday, January 11, 2019 for The NewsJournal Center's Community Film Festival at the DSC's News-Journal Center but, here are the dates and times for the Book Festival:

Friday, January 11, 2019
The Midtown Cultural and Educational Center.
            925 George W. Ingram Boulevard
Daytona Beach, FL 32114
Author Meet and Greet
7:00 p.m. to 10:00 p.m.

Saturday, January 12, 2019
The Midtown Cultural and Educational Center.
            925 George W. Ingram Boulevard
Daytona Beach, FL 32114
F.R.E.S.H. Book Festival 2019
7:00 p.m. to 10:00 p.m.
I just really want to thank Donna M. Gray-Banks, the director of the F.R.E.S.H. BOOK FESTIVAL, for inviting me to be a featured author.

I also plan to have a brand NEW novel titled, "Time Doesn't Stop For Broken Clocks" completed in time for the festival. I'm really excited about this book. It has always been in my thoughts for years and feels like I've been writing it for a very long time.



Wednesday, August 22, 2018

YOU - Volume 1


YOU
Recently…
I finally realized…
That I’ve been writing…
To YOU…
For YOU…
And about YOU…
For a very long time.

I usually don’t have much patience but here I am, waiting for YOU to stop being afraid that I might not be everything YOU see in me. I told YOU once that if you could read my mind, YOU would be either hopelessly confused or, in love with me from now until YOUR last days. Sometimes it feels like this is OUR last chance so I hope the last part is true because I’ve never wanted to confuse YOU.
Even though YOU won’t tell me, I feel as if YOU really do understand parts of me that no one else does. YOU are the only one who is willing to tell me when I’m going against the core of who I really am. YOU’VE never apologized for telling me the truth as you see it and YOU never will. YOU don’t make me feel guilty for being me, or thinking the way I do. That’s why I can be completely open and honest with YOU.
I’ve spent too much time thinking about what could have been. Maybe if I had said everything I should have said while in YOUR presence…things might have been different. I feel like the clock keeps ticking ruthlessly and I feel like time is against me but before it runs out, I want to make sure I show YOU how I feel. YOU once said that what’s supposed to be will be and I trust the truth in that. The universe will sort out the rest. There were times when I believed that YOU might be the one to finally show me how it’s supposed to feel when it’s real.

And even if WE never become what we could be…
I hope YOU still smile whenever YOU think of me…
Because I know I’ll smile every time I think about YOU…
From now until I’m gone…
But I want YOU to know…
That if I had it MY way…
YOU’D be sitting in my lap with YOUR arms around me while I write these chapters…
And as soon as I’m done…
YOU’D give me more to write after everything we’d say and do for the rest of the night.

In the meantime…
I’ll just keep writing these love letters masquerading as books.

P.S., YOU’RE still my muse.


Friday, August 17, 2018

The Romance Novel I've Been Promising to Write

Happy Friday guys. I've been talking and talking about the romance novel I plan to release in January 2019 for my birthday. Last night, I had a really good writing session and I put in some serious work on it so I'm feeling really good about the novel. I love you guys so I thought I'd share just a lil bit. Enjoy & let me know what you think about the sample and the cover. I've had the title in my head for YEARS! 








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Thursday, August 9, 2018

Throwback Thursday - Chapter 42 from "Love in the City"

I hope that everyone is having a great week so far. Here's a chapter from "Love in the City." (Don't get in trouble for reading this at work. Lol)



Chapter 42
Constellations & Shooting Stars

W
arm water and soap bubbles were soothing after a very long day. Rhiannon’s skin tingled as she soaked in the bathtub. Behind her, Kieran sat in the tub with his hardness pressed up against her but he wasn’t pressing her for sex. Not yet. That would come later. He was just always turned on and excited whenever he was that intimately close to her. She had noticed that and loved it. What they had started to feel for each other was much more than just lust but she was happy that raw lust was still a big part of their equation. Their chemistry grew stronger every moment they spent together and they missed each other whenever they were apart. As Kieran washed her back and ran his fingers across her soft, wet skin, she sensed his energy and it felt like love.
Kieran had not allowed himself to get attached to anyone for so long that it felt strange to be so connected and addicted to the woman who had become his best friend and lover. He hadn’t meant for that to happen and he worried about how quickly it had because he was so accustomed to disaster. He had a set of rules and regulations that kept his guarded heart safe but Rhiannon had bypassed or disabled all of them. She was a wild thing that didn’t follow any rules and wasn’t afraid to climb over any walls he’d worked so hard to build. That made it impossible for him not to love her. Before she came into his life, even in an overcrowded city, he had managed to keep himself so isolated that it often seemed as if he was adrift and alone in the vastness of space. As more time passed by, he became even more disconnected from everyone and everything. He only really interacted with his co-workers and never went out to have fun. All he ever did was work. His free time was like torture. Slowly, he had suffocated and drowned in depression until Rhiannon gave him mouth-to-mouth and made him breathe again.
“What are you thinking?” Rhiannon asked. He had been quiet for a while.
“Nothing much,” Kieran answered. “I’m just enjoying this bath with you.”
“I find that hard to believe. Whenever you’re really quiet, that usually means that you have a lot on your mind…so what’s on your mind?” she asked again.
“Lately, I’ve been thinking,” he answered and then paused.
“About?” she asked.
“About this,” he answered.
“And by this, you mean us?” she asked.
“Yes,” he answered.
Rhiannon put both hands on the side of the bathtub, raised herself up out of the water and then sat back down in it so that they could sit facing each other. She wanted to see his face and read his eyes when she asked her next question.
“And how do you really feel about us?” she asked.
“I worry sometimes,” he answered honestly.
“Why?” she asked, somewhat saddened by his response.
“It’s not you…nothing you did. I promise,” Kieran tried to reassure her when he saw the sad expression on her face.
“So what is it then?” she asked. She had heard those same exact words many times before and she knew how things always went left after they were said.
“I’m pretty sure I’m cursed. Nothing ever works out the way they’re supposed to for me. This…us…feels too good…too right, and I know that eventually, I’ll do something to fuck it all up,” he answered.
“You mean like worrying about things eventually going bad when there’s nothing to worry about because everything is going great?” she asked sarcastically.
“A part of me knows you’re right, but those are the thoughts that keep me up at night,” he explained.
Rhiannon moved forward, slowly and gracefully so that she could position herself to sit like a cowgirl in his lap. She reached down, underneath the bubbles and the warm water to feel if he was still hard. She smiled when she discovered that he was, then sat down slowly while she held his shaft and guided him inside her.
The sound of her first moan knocked all of the worries out of Kieran’s head. He was ready to let go of all of his fears and to become as carefree as she was. As she began to ride him, he studied all of her freckles like constellations in a clear night sky because no matter how deeply he looked into her eyes, he couldn’t read her mind. She was too spontaneous and unpredictable for him to ever guess what she was thinking. He was always caught off-guard by almost everything she said or did. That was how she had gotten past all of his defenses and now that she had, he realized that he was at her mercy. For better or worse, towards happiness or tragedy, he chose her.
As they made love, he watched how her breasts bounced and reached out to hold them. She put her hands over his hands as he squeezed them. With every stroke, he was pulled deeper and deeper, not just into her body, but deeper into her being. It wasn’t just sex. It was something spiritual between them as they engaged in their carnal ritual. The waves in the water Rhiannon created as she moved turned the bathtub into the ocean and Kieran was at the mercy of those currents, willing to go wherever they took him. She leaned forward and kissed his neck, with passion and purpose. He loved the feel of her plump, soft lips and her tongue as she teased him.
Rhiannon knew that in many ways, Kieran was just like her, even if he couldn’t see it himself. Neither one of them had much experience being in love, if any at all. Everything they were feeling was foreign and new to them both. The only difference was that Kieran wasn’t as fearless, or nearly as reckless as she was. He was more guarded and the thing he didn’t want to say out loud was that he was afraid. Rhiannon was too, but she wasn’t going to let the thought of all the things that could go wrong rule or consume her. She wasn’t going to allow that to happen to him either. She cared about him too much.
“This is how it’s supposed to feel,” she whispered to him.
Those few words from her lips was all he needed to hear to finally let go of all of his fears. He put his arms around her and squeezed her tightly while her walls did the same to him beneath the water. She felt like the kind of woman he had waited for forever but never dared to dream that he could have. At times, he was overwhelmed by how good she made him feel and on most days, he felt as if he didn’t deserve her. Never in his life, not in a million years, not even if he had wished on a million falling stars would he have thought that a woman like Rhiannon could love him.

Copyright © 2017 Keith Kareem Williams
All rights reserved.

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Monday, August 6, 2018

It’s Just My Way


It’s Just My Way

I don’t want to buy you. You’re not a thing so why would I even try to? And if I tried to, wouldn’t that mean that I was the kind of man that believed that I could always just buy another instead of truly cherishing you? I’m just not that type…no matter what everybody else might want to be. I’m content to be me. You are LIFE…at least to ME you are.
I already told you that I refuse to try to buy you and that should tell you that I have no desire to own you. I’m content to even just let you BE. As long as you’re happy, that’s enough for me to smile. You’re not a pet for me to collar, or train, or to purposely shackle with my last name.
I don’t believe in owning you so you should see that I definitely don’t want to control you. What I LOVE, and have ALWAYS loved is that you have your own mind. You’ve never hesitated to disagree with me but, we never argue. I love the version of you that’s free and fearless, even though it means that you could possibly live happily without me. Why would I want to change that?
I don’t want you to NEED me. It feels better to be wanted. You are free and I only want you with me it that’s exactly where you want to be. Strange though it may seem, that’s just my way.
Other people mistake me for being cold. I can only hope that YOU know better. What passes for love nowadays isn’t enough for me. I crave and want something that’s more real than what most people settle for. If it’s not THAT, then I don’t want it. Because of that, people mistake me for a cynic when the truth is…I believe in LOVE more than most people who preach, scream and cry that they do too. Real love never dies and if I told YOU that I love you, then that will always be how I feel…even if we have to exist apart…growing in separate spaces.

Sunday, August 5, 2018

Celebrate, Even the Small Victories



Always take a moment to celebrate your victories, no matter how small. I was so caught up with getting these books shipped out to everyone who pre-ordered copies that I forgot to take a moment to recognize what I accomplished. I released my 1st book in '04 & my 2nd in 2010. Since THEN, I've self-published FIFTEEN more. Damn! I remember when my goal was to just publish ONE. Right now, I have readers in every state & overseas too. (London, Jamaica, Switzerland...I'm coming soon, I promise.) Today, I'm taking a moment to reflect on that & celebrate it peacefully. ✌🏾#Author #FullTimeDad#WriteOrDieLifestyle #SelfPublishedSavage



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Saturday, August 4, 2018

Unsure


Earlier today, I ran into a lady that I sold copies of my 1st and 2nd novels years ago. She said that she ran into a co-worker who has ALL of my books and loves my writing. She said that her co-worker proudly claims the title of my biggest fan. It’s always great to hear things like that. Sometimes I feel like I’m shouting into the wind during a hurricane and not being heard. When I hear things like this, I realize that I am making progress and it tells me that I’m really way MORE known than I usually assume. That’s a beautiful thing and it reminds me that all of this work I’ve been putting in hasn’t been in vain. I’m not financially secure or as stable as I’d like to be. The quality of my life still goes with the ebb and flow of my book sales. I keep going because I’m too stubborn to quit and when it comes to my talent, I’ll never stop believing in it. There is zero chance that I’ll quit. That doesn’t mean that it’s going to be easy to keep going.
I’m not designed in a way to make me comfortable to whine and gripe online. In fact, I don’t fuss much at all, ever…no matter what’s going on. I just handle what needs to get done and try my best to survive the bs I can’t change. I’ve always been the type of man that gets shit done, even when what needs doing seems impossible. The weight of that is heavy and I know I’m wrong to occasionally envy the folks without a conscience who get to be wrong, who are allowed to fail miserably at everything that’s important without consequences. I have people who depend on me, mainly my children and there are things that I can’t fuck up because it would affect them. Still, I think that because I don’t complain, most people don’t realize how I toe the line between sane and insane. There are times when I mentally check out…when I just want to be left alone as I fantasize about a time when I’ll finally have peace. I take breaks from wrestling with the outside world, which has become more and more of a savage beast. Don’t let the fact that I don’t wear stress on the outside fool you into thinking that I have it easy or sweet.
Some of the things I have to deal with daily should have led to me being committed somewhere, secured in a straightjacket. (At least it would be quiet.) I think I’m just too determined and tough to let anything defeat me. The beast is in for a fight if it wants to eat me…and I hope it gets sick and can’t digest me if it manages to. The way people seem to be determined to destroy other people, or make them feel just as bad as they do makes me sad…and angry too. I look around and realize that on a whole, people are petty and spread misery like a virus. The only way to stay happy is to block it all out, no matter who is projecting the bad vibes that will poison you too eventually. I don’t care how close we are, I won’t allow it. I SWEAR I won’t.
Some people think I’m distant. Others would swear that I’m inconsistent. I guess that’s true, depending on where they’re standing…or what they want from me…but you see…the problem is that somebody ALWAYS wants something from me and sometimes…honestly…I just want to “be.” You see…I don’t want to be responsible for anybody’s heart…although I DO wish that everyone was happy. I’m too melancholy and moody for anyone to consistently depend on me to be the deciding factor on whether or not their heart soars on any particular day…unless they really do accept and want me, just because they love who I am…the good and the bad.
Before I go, I just want to say that I really mean it, with my heart and soul when I thank you guys for supporting my work. I love you all for every book you’ve bought, every review you’ve written, every email, every other person you’ve told about my work, every selfie you’ve posted with my books, every comment, every like, every share every hug and all the love.