Keeping the Faith
Happy Friday! Congrats, you’ve made it through another week. This weekend I’ll be attending the New Jersey Romance Writer’s Put Your Heart In a Book Conference. I’m so excited. It’s a wonderful conference that I’ve attended before but this will be my first time going a as published author myself with my own book to talk about Through The Lens so I’m a little nervous. It’s also my high school’s 25th, that’s right I said it, 25th reunion! I’m sorry to be missing it but wishing everyone all the best. To that end I’m sending this hit from 1987 from the always well coiffed George Michel. So glad we held onto the Faith.
All the best,
K.M.J.
This…
Sadly, I’m not doing what I think is enough of either. Must step it up!
Happy Wednesday!
All the best,
K.M.J
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Happy Monday and Happy Columbus day! I hope all you lucky ones with the day off today get to relax enjoy it. Thanks for all the anniversary well wishes over the weekend. It was so appreciated and wonderful.
So what happens after 23 years? Well, you go to open your cards and get this…
Great minds, huh? And this is not the first time we’ve both gotten the same card for each other. It was a good laugh. Nice to see we’re still compatible in the humor department.Hope you get in a hearty laugh today.
All the best,
K.M.
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Me
Breaking News! Romance Writer Loses Her Words…
This just in… semi-popular novelist K.M. Jackson is at a loss for words.
In a statement put out by the multi-published tweeter Ms. Jackson stated:
“Oh crap, this seems to happen to me all the time around this time of year. You see come this Sunday on the 7th it will be my 23rd wedding anniversary with the DH and the whole anniversary thing always puts me at a loss for words.
I mean I can spin a tale about some fantasy couple of my dreams, no problem, but when it comes to the real thing that I experience every day I just get struck dumb and find myself wandering the Hallmark aisle, looking for the world’s longest card. One that can adequately express what I can’t. The ups, downs, joys and frustrations of 23 years with the one I love. And surprise of all surprises (at least to me at times) loves this sometimes very off kilter writer gal back. The words that show the ‘oh my god ‘and the ‘oh my, thank god’ moments that have made this the most amazing and unimaginable 23 years of any life and I can’t believe it’s mine. Words that can express how at a stoplight I still get distracted by the thought of his smile, those eyes, that nose, those… well , I’ll just stop right there. Let’s just say the words, my words, they run together and it’s all a jumbled mess. In the end I just leave with my 2 cards and hope that my little I love you forever signed from my open heart is enough to say it all.”
All the best,
K.M.J
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Me
Gumbo Time!
Good day tweets. Thanks for all the great comments yesterday from my Reading a Multicultural Life post. They were so appreciated and made gave me heart-warming conformation on those old life decisions.
Today I’m hanging over with one of my favorite bloggers, Karla from Brown Girl Gumbo. Karla has the most fantastic lifestyle blog. Please stop by and check out the interview and then stay awhile and see what else she has brewing. You won’t be disappointed.
BTW I let it slip by me that yesterday with the 1 month-inversay for Through The Lens! Have you gotten your copy yet? Thanks to all of you who have given it a read and a kind word. I love you forever. And if you haven’t gotten a copy yet just look to the right and click. It’s easy peasy. Thanks!
Best,
K.M.
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Me
Reading a Multi-Cultural Life
Happy Wednesday! Today’s post comes from a piece I recently shared with my New York romance writers chapter and wanted to share with you all my ye old blog friends…
I once received what I considered one of the biggest compliments I could ever have about my writing. It came from a friend of mine who was a fairly new friend at the time but I had already felt that sister from another mother type of kinship. We chatted easily, finished each other’s sentences and had the same taste in love/ hate of certain “not so real housewives” thing going on. It didn’t matter that I am Black and Methodist from Harlem and that she is Jewish and from the Bronx. That is not our world. Our world in that moment was the chatter across the table in our little knit, stitch and yes, sometimes bitch group, surrounded by the other diverse friends we have from many different cultures and ethnicities.
Well, I had given this friend a small sample of my writing (something I rarely do, but she asked and I was weak and there was some wild, rare trust thing going on), a budding, buddy detective story with two best friends as the leads. In the story one main character is Caucasian and the other is African-American. They both flowed in and out of the story (along with some pretty hot guys) as my mind took me and that was that. My friend read the excerpt and her comment was, “I loved it. And what I really loved was that you had so many diverse characters but they were just real and not made up characters. Just women not Black women and then White women. You know women– like us.”To me this was such a high compliment as a contemporary writer. You see I never want to make my characters caricatures. I want to portray women as real feeling people with heart, like the women I see and meet every day. Even the villains are real to me and not some superficial portrait of what past media history they should be.
I once had an agent (that I think I rightly parted ways with) give me the critique that my characters were too tame. I was asked to make my stories less diverse and to amp up the “Blackness”, whatever the heck that means (and I think I know what it meant to him) of the African American characters, so that when they were submitted to publishing houses, the houses would know where to put them and how to market them.
I, of course, saw red and then became incredibly sad and then I left that agent and kept on writing. My way. I had spent all my life living in the world I lived in, not compromising who I was, there was no way I was going to start now. That being said, many years and a few manuscripts later, I have found a publisher that has embraced my book with it’s truly multi-cultural cast and I could not be happier. Crimson Romance is not shelving THROUGH THE LENS in its multi-cultural section. No, it’s sitting right there with the rest of the contemporary romances as I feel it should. I’m happy to say they believe in the idea of story first and the color of the characters— and the writer for that matter —does not come into play. I hope that there will be a time when all publishers follow this route and more people can read the way we live, in a truly multi-cultural way.
All the best,
K.M.
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Me
P.S.
Note to self: Get back to that buddy book. It’s a good story!
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Ruling with an Iron Fist…
This is Jack. Isn’t he sweet with his new haircut?
Jack is not supposed to be on the couch. He knows this. So no shocker when the DH and I said, “be good Jack we’ll be back soon,” and ran out to the store.
This is Jack chilling and we think watching TV, sleeping, maybe surfing the net, we don’t really know what, as he didn’t hear us coming back up the porch steps. As you see we have the iron fist of control around the house.
Sigh.
Happy Monday and welcome October!
Best,
K.M.
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Me
Saturday Smaterday…
What are Saturdays to a writer? Not much. It’s not like we turn off the brain or close the office door and shut it down for the weekend (or at least I don’t). And even when we’re doing the happy family fun weekend thing our stories are still there in the back of our minds clawing their way to the front saying things like, you know you should be writing right now. Think of all that white space just waiting to be filled. Of course that is until you actually sit in front of the computer and get ready to write. Then it’s hush, hush silent hour and you’re left wondering who broke up the party.
But enough with my writerly rantings. I’m chiming in on a Saturday to send you over to another place for even more rantings… Like how I did that? Well, I’m over at the lovely Keisha Martin’s blog answering a few question on writing and how I keep things going. I’d love it if you stop on by there. Have a great Weekend! Tell me what are you getting up to today?
best,
Kwana
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What Cha Reading?
Happy Hump day? I hope the week is bumping along fine for you. For me, it’s going a little too fast to keep up with especially with all the work I have to do. But such is my normal life so there it is.
During my not so work-y times I have quite a few things on my Kindle that I’m flipping between and I’m way down on the library list waiting for Gone Girl to come in which I’m excited to read. Though when I think about it, with all I have on my to-do list I probably should be reading something more like what Dear Marilyn is reading here and work on my Thinking Ability, sharpen my skills a bit.
That said, I’m not, and reading for pure enjoyment and throwing the question out to you… What cha reading? Has something really captured you that you’d like to share with the group?
Best,
Kwana
Love On The Road…
The DH and I took our love on the road this weekend heading up to the kid’s schools for a visit. It’s so strange seeing them out in the world and navigating things as best as they can on their own. They have to come outside to let us up and into their space. Once inside, here and there are the tell-tale signs of a hasty clean up. You look around and see how things have been moved around from when you first dropped them off and how they have put their own decorative touches on the place showing off their personality and not yours.
But still you’re a parent and you ask, “Is there anything you need? Anything at all?, looking for some reason to stay around a bit, add your mark. Then you find it. “More hangers! A new pencil sharpener! Let’s go shopping.”
So you take them out to get your little trivial items, grab a bite to eat before you say goodbye once again. Leaving them to their little rooms where you don’t know what times they come in, or how much they study but all you can do at night, at home from your far away bed, is say a prayer that they are there and all is well with the world.
Best,
Kwana
posters thanks to the kids.










