Big shout out to the lovey sista's who traveled all the way from DC to Stroudsberg Pennsylvania this past Saturday to spend time, support and chat with me, Gloria Mallette and Donna Hill. Talk about die hard fans! I was nearly moved to tears....
One of the sista's told me that she had a library built on to her house this summer. Now is that a reader...or is that a reader??!!!
Of course during their short visit we found ourselves knee deep in that never ending discussion on...What the F&@K....Black Literature!
How many out there believes that there is a conspiracy where black books are concerned? (My hand is raised)
What do you think is going to happen if publishers continue to publish one "type" of AA books (ya'll know what type I'm talking about) ......
I say that those of us that have become tired of reading that "genre" will most likely start spending our dollars where there is more of a variety to choose from (White Authors) and then we'll be thrown back twenty years when publishers claimed that Black people didn't read......and they'll just stop publishing us all together.
Now understand that I'm not one of the "crabs" I'm not trying to pull anyone down to gain an inch...what I want is balance...I celebrate all type of authors and genres....I'm the one in the cheering section screaming Rah! Rah! When another one of us gets a book deal...but goddamn....can we have some balance?
Do we need to have "two" black tables/sections in the bookstore?
Feedback?
(Climbing off my soap box)
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Okay well the little guest room is "mostly" all done! The futon came today and yesterday I went shopping for accessories -- and the decorative/functional ladder I bought to put books and nick-knacks on is just to damn big for the room. The magazine rack/night stand I bought at Pier one is still in the box...I'm afraid that item might too big for the room too!
There's plaster dust all over the house. You know plaster dust is like sand....it shows up in the most unusual places and as soon as you think you've gotten rid of it...you walk out of a room and come back and there it is...looking all innocent like it didn't know you just hit that spot with Pledge!
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So Monday night was my last travel writing class....for me at least. The very last class is next week, but I can't attend. Did I learn something? Yes, I did, but mostly I enjoyed reading the travel stories from my classmates. The one story I submitted for critique was well received and I'm thinking seriously about expanding it.
Was I found out?
YES!
Two weeks ago the instructor paired us off for interviews. When my interviewer asked what I did for a living...I told him...(nah, I didn't use the check-out girl story)
I thought it was more than clear that I didn't want this to be public knowledge (immediately) of course I knew it would get out...but not until the second to last class when we discussed the project. Apparently, as soon as rushed out of class that night...he "outed" me to the instructor, who in turn "outed" me the following week to the entire class. Talk about embarrassed...and yes VEXED!
I guess privacy is no longer a right...just a privilege
Bernice L. McFadden