Life has a tendency to get in the way from time to time. So on this Sunday afternoon, I had to think about why I began writing in the first place. It wasn't that I was just good at it. After all, I've played the role of the team captain of my own cheer leading squad many times. But with that being said, that wasn't the reason why I began writing.
There is a saying that I'm sure that you've heard me say from time to time; and that's "A writer, writes." I think that that particular saying says it all. In addition to that are the ideas that form in my mind. My work has to have meaning. "Bruthas" had meaning. I was able to tell an interesting story through characters and address social issues that were and will probably always be dear to my heart.
This brings me to my current work which I want to release this year. It is called "Forty-Five Years of Dark" and it is the true story of my life as a sexual abuse survivor. Men don't normally talk about this much less write about it.
As a gay man, I think that we handle sexual abuse differently than our heterosexual counterparts. I know that speaking for myself, it was hard to negotiate the waters of social interaction from time to time. From an emotional perspective, something was thrown out of whack for me and continued to be until I realized what it was. Abuse survivors deal with their own issues of molestation differently.
This next book will have meaning for me. Writing it was theraputic. It's creation involved some deep soul searching. Here is an unedited excerpt: