Hey, everyone! I am so excited to share my most recent interview with you. Please welcome Officer Deon Joseph, a.k.a. The Skid Row Cop. His work as an advocate for the people of Skid Row has garnered a lot of much-needed attention to the problems that plague the homeless in Los Angeles. He does it with heart, hard work and when appropriate, humor. He’s very entertaining! Before I go any further, let me tell you something. Many of you know that I’m from Topeka, Kansas. We’re the capital, but not all that big. I pay a lot of attention to things that concern the homeless population locally, but I’d never heard of The Skid Row Cop in L.A. One day, I saw the below video on the internet. Not only was I intrigued by the subject matter, but it came at a time when our news was filled with a … click here to read the full article.
Hi, everyone! So I have something for those of you who read my debut novel, Memoirs of a Girl Who Loves God. I’ve been working on the sequel since last year and it’s about 2/3 of the way done. I know, I know. I’m slow. In my defense, I’ve written nearly three novelettes in between then and now including, That’s How She Rolls which is available in the anthology titled, Where the Light May Lead. If you haven’t downloaded it yet . . . what are you waiting for? It’s free for now, but won’t stay that way forever. Currently, I’m working on a short story that should be finished this week. Well, the first draft anyway, then I promise I’ll get this sequel book wrapped up. I don’t have a title for book two yet. In fact, I don’t even have the cover. A photo-shoot is on the horizon. In … click here to read the full article.
guest post by Alex McGilvery Eighteen months ago I worked full time as a minister, wrote books and edited two or three books a month for other people. Today it’s a struggle to get up in the morning. I work on a bit of editing, and occasionally get some of my own writing done. It started as pain, the more we treated it the worse it got. I finally decided to stop all the pain meds to learn just how bad the underlying issue was. In the meantime, pain spiraled into depression which had me staring at the ceiling trying to find the energy to get up in the morning. At the same time, I started struggling with words and memory, and self-discipline had vanished as if I’d suddenly become ADHD. It was all just too much work. I went on disability just before I began the process of quitting … click here to read the full article.