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Monday, March 27, 2006

Introducing Cover No. 4

For those of you just joining us and unaware of my bookcover dilemma, reading this and this will get you up to speed.

For the regulars, this is where I'm at:

Cover No. 4:

No, this cover will not replace cover number three, but it will work in conjunction with cover number three. Not one to give up easily when I have a thought in mind, I recalled a book format that I've come across from time to time.

In that format two entire books would be printed in one volume and both would have their covers, the catch?

The second book's cover would be smack dab in the middle of the book. A book, within a book, so to speak, I often thought it was pretty neat, because I like to have visuals to match the words I'm reading. But maybe that's just me?

I'm not quite sure how I feel about all the aqua, but it would be in greyscale anyway, so that's not really an issue. I just like the concept.

Anyway... there you have it. My brilliant solution--for today.

What are your thoughts?

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

To Serial or Not to Serial...

The now defunct serial website, keepitcoming.net has a successor-- virtualtales.com due to start on May 1st.

I've been brainstorming, since this edition will include roughly 20 episodes, (14 more episodes than the first edition) and the story will be nowhere near finished anytime soon. I'm considering selling the serial rights to virtualtales.com so that those interested can get the continuation of the story (for a fee of $3.99 a month, which equals 8 episodes or about 24 pages of reading material a month).

Thoughts anyone?

Saturday, March 18, 2006

Pardon My Tacky Manners...

I'm just a little bummed, but that is no excuse.

So, donning my curtsy body language and facial expression, I'd like to say thanks to everyone who took the time to nominate me, D.S. White for the "Best New Author Award" at Cushcity.com.

I didn't make the top twenty but two of my girls did. Renee Flagler and Trista Russell, both up and coming authors and entrepreneurs in their own right. I don't want to slant your choices, but I will state that although I like them both, I could only vote for one of them. If you're of a mind to vote, click on their links and read about them then give one of them your vote for the author of your choice.

(At least now I don't have to figure out what to do with a cruise I didn't want to win... LOL.)

Thanks again and peace,
Dee

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Just Thought I'd Share

Saturday, March 4, 2006

Topic: Divine Placement

Good morning folks!

It seems as though I'm always apologizing to you all for my neglect, so once again I apologize. Even as I do so, I should really be writing but I just had to share this little snippet.

Ever set a goal, go after it determinedly and when you achieve it almost regret having done so? Sound crazy? Let me elucidate:

I LOVE to eat! I have had a personal relationship with my intake that has been like no other in my lifetime. That being said:

I went into the cafeteria at work yesterday ostensibly for a nice tall 16oz glass of icy water. (In the past month and a half I have been making a concentrated effort to drop my membership in the big girls club. No great gym membership, no dancing to the oldies, no pilates workout for dancers... just a simple premise--when I'm full stop eating).

So there I was in the cafeteria, accompanied by Jeanne, the Temp who assists me with the filing and other tasks, when suddenly I found myself over at the omelette stand. (Friday is omelette day at work and can I tell you a little secret? Unless I make them myself, omelettes make me nauseous.)

Suddenly water wasn't good enough... I found myself ordering a scrambled egg with onions and sausages (yes, sausages in the first few days of Lent). I realized the sausage thingy after it was already on the cooker so loathe to create more work I just let it go--afterall it was an honest mistake, wasn't it?

Barbara, the cafeteria worker who was making the omelette (after all what is a huge scrambled egg that is chopped up and combined with the onions and sausages minus the cheese but a glorifed omelette) did her thing and I nibbled a bit of it and it tasted better than ever yesterday.

Well then, who can eat eggs without bread? How about a cinnamon raisin bagel with real butter and a 16oz glass of orange juice with ice in a separate cup so we can really get 16oz of juice? (Don't act like you haven't done that... lol)

I piled it all onto a tray plus the water I'd originally sought and Jeanne and I headed back to our work areas. I proudly showed my breakfast to the recently hired Compensation Manager, Michelle, whose office faced my cube. She showed creditable awe and I proceeded to wade into my treat with gusto. After all, it was payday, aren't you supposed to splurge on payday?

Less than four minutes later... I began to experience an alarming sensation--fullness. I looked at my plate and barely a third of it's contents was gone. This can't be, I thought to myself in dismay. This thought was quickly followed by another, so last night wasn't just a fluke? (I'd tried to eat a full plate of food the night before and experienced the same problem).

I reached out to Michelle, exhibiting my disgust. "Would you believe this! I finally accomplished what I wanted--stomach shrinkage, but only a third of my breakfast is gone! It hurts me to throw away two-thirds of my food, but who eats cold eggs?" (Yecch.)

Michelle said to me, "Did it taste good?"

"Yes."

"Did you enjoy it while you ate it?"

Getting an inkling where she was going, my response was a little slower in coming.

"Yeess."

"Then it's okay to throw it away."

(Noooooooo) I knew it! There it was--the choice: After years of conditioning as a child... eat all that food, clean that plate... there are hungry children in China! (Or whichever country they're using these days) Then when we turn eighteen we're told to watch what we eat or we'll become overweight!

Not one to give up, I shoveled in two more forkfuls, but aware now that I'd spoken up about the issue that I couldn't really sit there and try to finish the plate. I got up ostensibly to throw the eggs and barely touched sausage away (the smell in my bin would have been waay too much torture).

As I stood at the bin, close to the restroom... I couldn't resist furtively trying to shovel in a few more forkfuls. No one was around... no one really cared. It wasn't like Michelle was going to come around the corner to stand over my shoulder or anything, but when you know you're wrong, the guilt or sin consciousness is an ever present companion.

Finally, I regained control and tilted the contents of the plate into the garbage. What a rush! Reluctant? Yes. Guilt at waste? Yes. Guilt at pushing the envelope a bit? Yes. But way down deep, a sense of pride emanated out of my spirit to envelop my limbs as I felt goose pimples raise all over my skin. Wasn't it fortuitous that I'd been out spoken to Michelle and she said exactly the right thing?

I shared this sentiment with Michelle when I returned to my desk. Her simple response was, "I know how it is."

What's my point?

God places the people we need around us at the time we need them. Sometimes it's obvious at times it's subtle, but if we remain open they are able to step forward and bless us at the opportune moment.

Michelle's simple words freed me from the shackles of ingrained conditioning that had become a law in my life so that I was able to walk in grace and continue the path towards good health and a future of better housing for my spirit.

I encourage you to look around you today... appreciate the people God has positioned just for you and try to discern those for whom God has positioned you.

That's my sharing and caring moment for today. Have a blessed day and I will now fade to black...

Love,
Dee

Sunday, March 05, 2006

AIJAN Excerpt:- Serial: Part I: The Secret Life of Divine

Monday, August 16, 2004, 7:20 a.m.

I scribble furiously from the first-row corner seat aboard Lantabus Metro. I'm anxious to capture the thoughts and words as they come, honestly, naturally. As I write, I wonder how I ever made it to this point.

A little over three years ago, I quit a well-paying, soul-destroying job in title insurance. Around the same time, I discovered my fiance's impending fatherhood, which he credited to my decision to reclaim my virginity until our wedding in six months. (I guess he took my urge not to merge harder than I thought.) On the spiritual side, since I'd been too busy coping with life to pick up the internal phone, God sent a messenger to tell me that my services were required as preacher, teacher, and mentor extraordinaire.

Aside from a daily struggle with depression and a weight gain of thirty pounds, I thought I was pretty much taking it all in stride. Then, due to unforeseen circumstances, my landlord gave me forty-five days notice to vacate my apartment. Again, sudden changes ordinarily wouldn't faze me. I've been a long time subscriber to the "life happens" train of thought. But for the self-employed, apartment hunting is not a cakewalk. Add defunct child support payments, an elderly parent with special needs, a growing teenager, and my New York City location to the equation, and I'm sure you can understand my dilemma.

I "remained calm" even though my life was the equivalent of a five-alarm fire. I was on a forty day fast at the time, so I knew God had my back. I was even bold enough to tell God, "This one's on you." Nevertheless, I was ripe for a distraction, a diversion, a denial facilitator: some kind of heavy-duty mode of escapism.

And wouldn' t you know it--I found one!

My journal remembers..

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Saturday, March 15, 2003, 5:00 a.m.

I hit the jackpot last night! I'd just returned from choir rehearsal and was unwinding with a copy of Ebony Magazine when I came across an article about two couples. One couple is newlywed; the other is newly engaged. I know, I know--what's so remarkable about that? Let me finish. Both couples met each other online through dating Web sites! Go figure. I didn't even know dating Web sites existed! I love technology!

According to the article, the couples "met" online and, despite the sad rap that the Internet has for unsuccessful connections, they managed to beat the odds. Residing in different states seemed not to pose a problem for them. As I processed the article's information, my heart began to race and I experienced a certain sense of exhilaration. In my mind's eye I fast-forwarded straight to the culmination of a successful connection for myself.

Me, Divine, walking down (or is it up?) the aisle, wearing a beautiful buttercup-yellow , empire style gown, with a rip away skirt for dancing and showing off my jump-back-Tina-Turner legs. Of course, in this vision I am a size 10 again, and not the mismatched size 16/12 (top/bottom) that I am presently. My auburn tinted locks are braided in an intricate Nefertiti upsweep that just oozes royalty. My nails are unfortunately acrylic (an inveterate nail biter, I can only distort reality so far), and the groom--oh, the groom...he is Morris Chestnut and Shemar Moore of "The Brothers" and Boris Kodjoe of "Soul Food" all rolled into one. It is so real I can feel the goose bumps, sweaty palms, and knocking knees--finished by a sense of relief as the Divine in my vision silently whispers, "Thank you Je-sus!"

I hasted to get to the computer in my home office, adjacent to my bedroom. The fate of the magazine went unnoticed as it hit the floor. I logged on to one of the Web sites referenced in the Ebony article, Blackplanet.com. I ran a search and sat mesmerized as I viewed with awe the works of God's hands in all their multicolored glory. They came in all shapes, heights, sizes and sexual preferences. Occupations ranged from blue collar to executive level. Profile after profile, each one more tantalizing than the next.

I pulled an all-nighter, yes I did. I wouldn't bet money on it, but I might be willing to swear that I heard strains of "So Many Men, So Little Time...How Can I Choo-oose" playing faintly in the background as I set about launching a full-fledged assault on the men of Blackplanet...

Saturday, March 04, 2006

Review No. 3!

"Let me say this … after just having the opportunity to read a chapter of Ms. White's, new book, Age is Just a Number: Adventures in Online Dating, I can honestly say that I don’t know who’s more anxious to see it finally released, she or I. Ms. White writes with a rich, smooth flowing style reminiscent of the truly great one's. The imagery alive and robust she has truly brought back the art of storytelling.
Write on, Ms. White!"


~ Bertrand E. Brown author of The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

Thursday, March 02, 2006

Review No. 2!

If there is one word to describe the musings of this delightful first-time author it would be “refreshing.” D.S. White is refreshingly honest, refreshingly funny, and refreshingly human. I feel as if I’ve just discovered a long-lost friend or relative. Readers will relate to the absolutely real words and thoughts that decorate the pages of this “blook” (the first I’ve ever read, by the way), and will come away from their read with insight to their own hearts and lives.

~Kathi Macias author of seventeen books, including the bestselling women’s devotional A Moment A Day, the popular Matthews & Matthews detective series from Broadman & Holman (Obsession, The Price, and The Ransom), and her latest novel, Emma Jean Reborn

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

AIJAN Contest Winner!

Hello Folks,

Our first contest is now officially over and we have a winner! Andrea a/k/a Naturali, who found out about the contest by way of my yahoo blog will be the lucky recipient of a FREE copy of AIJAN.

But don't get discouraged just yet, if you entered and didn't win. This contest was based on random drawing, the next contest will be judged by your written content:

I'll post an excerpt and a question I'd like answered in reference to the excerpt. You'll have roughly 3 weeks to get your answer in.

The responses can be emailed to dee411@gmail.com or posted in the comment section herein. At the end of the contest I'll pick the response I consider to be the best and it will be posted on my website.

The winner of this contest will receive a copy of the first and soon to be extinct edition as well as a copy of the newly revised and augmented second edition.

The new contest begins March 6th and ends Midnight of March 31st. Stay tuned for the excerpt.

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