About the Author

Just a little bit about me…

For those who have found this blog, by happenstance or on purpose, I figure at some point you may want to know a little bit about the woman behind the pen. I introduced my books first because for many of you, that’s how you have come to know me… through my writings.

I believe in the power of the written word and I never take it lightly. I won’t try to convince you that I knew from infancy that I was destined to be a writer. That’s not the case for me. Like many writers, I have always written, that’s true. But the things I wrote, I wrote for myself, no one else. Writing was a place of respite and sometimes rescue for me. Regardless of what emotion I was experiencing, whether happy or sad, aggravated, angry, or in love, I always could count on the written word for the clearest expression of my innermost thoughts and feelings.

It wasn’t until a few years ago when I didn’t have a birthday present for my brother that my writing career actually begin. My brother was having a birthday party, and as usual I had no idea what to get him. He is truly a man that has everything. It was getting closer to the time for the party to commence and I was still without a gift. I called my sister in law and told her I would be emailing her something and if she could print it for me I would greatly appreciate it.

I sat down in front of my computer and thought about my brother. It goes without saying that I love my brother unconditionally, and subsequent to the loss of my sister in 1999, I love my brother even harder… he is the only living sibling I have. So with those emotions at the ready, I penned a piece called A Sister’s Pride. I wrote it as much from me as from my sister who I know was exceedingly proud of the man my brother had grown to become.

After shedding a few tears, I emailed the piece to my sister in law and headed to the party. When it came time for the gift exchange, there were a number of wonderful gifts my brother received. The family (almost 50 in number… big extended family) were having a wonderful time, truly celebrating my brother’s birth anniversary. the it was time for me to give him my gift. I handed my brother the piece of paper. I didn’t even have time to put it in a frame. Once I handed it to him, I thought he would read it at a later time. It wasn’t a gift like everyone else had given him and I thought he would read it privately. No. He chose to read it out loud. I was so embarrassed. I dropped my head and closed my eyes… waiting for the torture to be over.

Midway through, I heard my brother start to choke up. He was moved to tears by what I had written. I peaked up and saw the room was deathly quiet and a number of my family members were in tears as well.

After the gift exchange, my brother pulled me to the side and told me, “You have a story to tell, and you need to tell it”. He was my little brother. Of course I dismissed what he had to say. What did he know, he was just a kid!

Later that evening, after I said my nightly prayer, I made a verbal declaration. I said to God, “okay if there is something to this, then I need an unequivocal sign that this is what I am supposed to do… nothing small that I can confuse, but something huge where I will have no doubt that this is my destiny. Honestly, I made that verbal statement expecting nothing.

But God had another plan for me. For the next 14 nights in a row, I was awakened out of my sleep. Between 3 and 4 a.m. I was jarred awake with a flood of thoughts and ideas. The first few nights, I dismissed it as some random occurrence.  But it didn’t stop. by night 5, 6, I physically got up from my bed and began to write the ideas down and as soon as I did I was able to go back to sleep. It kept happening. I moved a notebook and pen closer to my bed so when I would have the nocturnal disturbance I could easily reach over and write down my thoughts.  By night 10 and 11, I was writing the notes in the dark without even turning on the light. Needless to say the next day I couldn’t hardly read what had been written (my handwriting is horrible even with the lights on). But needless to say the message was ever so clear. That’s how Deidra the author was born.

I hope that during the time we spend together, you get a chance to know me and I you. I will be posting some excerpts from my newest adult novel Twisted Sister, the first part of my newest project Anthology of A Trick. I will more than likely write about the writing process, and some other stuff… lol I want you to be a part of this journey behind the pen. Welcome to my world….

 

Author, Poet, Entreprenuer

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