An African American woman moved home to take care of her dying mother giving up the opportunity to experience a world beyond segregation. Zoraida Hughes Williams finds that some things have changed about her hometown of Fort Worth, Texas while some have stayed the same, like Hell’s Half Acre, an area where saloons, prostitution and gambling runs wild. Like most of the residents, she wants to keep her head down and stay away from trouble, but it comes in the unlikely form of an Anglo Baptist preacher. He messes up everything and almost gets them killed.
Remember when you were grown and gone. You thought you knew everything you needed to survive on your own but quickly found out there were lots of things you didn’t know.
Fill In The Gaps in a new magazine geared for women of color. FITG helps women understand things their mother may have not told them or that they didn’t listen to at the time.
It will be light and fun, except when it is not because some issues are not fun. It will cover women’s health issues, legal, weight loss, spiritual needs, exercise, fashion, justice, employment, parenting, relationships, men, activism, side hustles, etc.
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The final two influencers: Michael Crichton’s book Jurassic Park created images in my mind that are still with me today decades after reading the book.With every book I write, I try to leave you with something that will resonate with you. If you have ever read James Patterson, then you know where my writing style come from. I own almost all of the Women’s Murder Club and have taken a good liking to Alex Cross.
I can tell because everything wants to distract me. You know what I mean, you stop to do something that should take five seconds and it takes five hours. You have a section that is not working, so instead of going to another section, you watch TV.
God is not playing with me on this one. He said focus. I am trying.
With each lead female character write about there is something, a scene, a task, that stays with me.
Whenever I am frying anything in a pan, I think of Zoraida.
Whenever I am driving down the street and my arm is hanging out the window, I think of Sandy.
This new character has me all messed up because she is always with me. This could be part of the writing process, but her love story has me. It haunts me, It speaks to me. I think it will knock you out too.
I tell stories because it is what I do, It is what I was created to do. I still write by hand some things. (I know I am old) But I love how God uses me to tell these.
Well, I have to get back to work. I have procrastinated long enough. I don’t know how this story is going to change the world, but it is certainly working its way through me. I can’t wait to share it with you.
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