I've been missing in action for a little while. I had to take a break from writing because I had lost the joy that I used to receive whenever I created my work. You could say that I lost my way. I found myself looking at my Facebook Page and personal business email with disdain because most of the people that are part of my network are people that I don't personally know.
Don't get me wrong, I am grateful. Above that, I am blessed. I realize that I have so many wonderful things going on in my life right now. Having just married my better half and purchasing a house together all within the last four months was stressful in and of itself, but to factor in time to write when starting a new job was almost unthinkable.
But as I corresponded with an author whose book I just reviewed, I was reminded of why people wanted to get to know me. When I sent her the "pros and cons" of her work, she was humbled and honored. I realized that I was part of a vehicle for new authors to have their work brought to the public eye. I simply offered my opinion and encouragement.
One of the things that I realized is that I had lost my love of writing...at least temporarily. I had been writing for everyone EXCEPT me. I also understood that this had to change because I know that life has to be in balance. You can't lose the joy of a craft that you love simply because you aren't exercising the use of that craft in a way that would benefit you as well as others around you.
So I'm back. First and foremost, I'm writing for me...then I write for others. I will always offer encouragement along the way because that is what paying it forward is really all about.
Now that I understand this, I can keep it moving forward and I can honestly say that the best is yet to come.
~ J.L. Whitehead
Here is my journey in my own words as to what I think about the writing industry as well as how my novel, "Bruthas" came to be. I'll talk about social issues addressed through the characters and hopefully, you'll come away with being better informed than you had been in the past.
Friday, March 29, 2013
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Changing your thought process!!
Lately, I've been thinking about what direction I want to take my company in. When I decided to write my first novel, I initially thought that a had a good story to tell and hopefully, within the realms of that story, people would get the underlying message of love, peace and understanding.
I had high hopes of becoming more than what I was at that time. I had hoped that more people would know who I am and I had hoped that my financial status would be influenced by my work as an writer directly. I didn't happen that way.
Still, with hindsight being 20/20, I understand that everything that I've prayed for, I've received. Maybe my books aren't flying off of the shelves of the bookstores in my area, the few people that have read it told me that they really enjoyed it. Even more importantly, they understood the message without reading the second half of the story...and that was great in and of itself.
One of the things that I've come to understand is that a writer writes. It doesn't matter how much they are being paid if indeed they are being paid at all. They don't write for the public acknowledgements of their work. The don't write for the accolades that they may receive from their constituents. They write because they simply love to write.
I've become something that I didn't seek out to do with deliberate intention. I've become a critique...someone that loves to read, write and promote the works of other authors. It's something that I love to do. At any given time, I have four books in my queue to read and get back to the authors on what I think of their work. If they like it, then I write a review, ask a few questions and then post it everywhere and anywhere that I can.
I've become a journalist because at times, I have a lot to say even if my readers agree with me or not. Most authors are appreciative of what I do.
So I've changed my thought process. Who I am, who I am becoming who I ultimately will be is still wedged firmly in the writing community. Am I in love with this aspect of my life? Pretty much. It wasn't what I planned, but it's on my plate today and quite possibly tomorrow. But life is full of blessings and surprises...so I will wait to see what it has to offer while changing strategies.
As far as the direction that Four Brothers will go in if I decide to take on any additional editing projects is really pretty easy; I have to ensure that everything is outlined in detail and print. You may have people that may not understand the industry and assume that your role as an editor becomes one of ghost-writer and promoter simply because they are paying you. I realize that I have to be steadfast in how these contracts are executed and be firm in what services are being provided. Above all, impose a timeline so that you aren't in the same project for years. I have so much ahead of me and yet, it's all still a major blessing.
I still have stories to both read and write. I have articles to print. I have authors to promote. And that's a good thing...a very good thing.
www.fourbrotherspublications.com
J.L. Whitehead
I had high hopes of becoming more than what I was at that time. I had hoped that more people would know who I am and I had hoped that my financial status would be influenced by my work as an writer directly. I didn't happen that way.
Still, with hindsight being 20/20, I understand that everything that I've prayed for, I've received. Maybe my books aren't flying off of the shelves of the bookstores in my area, the few people that have read it told me that they really enjoyed it. Even more importantly, they understood the message without reading the second half of the story...and that was great in and of itself.
One of the things that I've come to understand is that a writer writes. It doesn't matter how much they are being paid if indeed they are being paid at all. They don't write for the public acknowledgements of their work. The don't write for the accolades that they may receive from their constituents. They write because they simply love to write.
I've become something that I didn't seek out to do with deliberate intention. I've become a critique...someone that loves to read, write and promote the works of other authors. It's something that I love to do. At any given time, I have four books in my queue to read and get back to the authors on what I think of their work. If they like it, then I write a review, ask a few questions and then post it everywhere and anywhere that I can.I've become a journalist because at times, I have a lot to say even if my readers agree with me or not. Most authors are appreciative of what I do.
So I've changed my thought process. Who I am, who I am becoming who I ultimately will be is still wedged firmly in the writing community. Am I in love with this aspect of my life? Pretty much. It wasn't what I planned, but it's on my plate today and quite possibly tomorrow. But life is full of blessings and surprises...so I will wait to see what it has to offer while changing strategies.
As far as the direction that Four Brothers will go in if I decide to take on any additional editing projects is really pretty easy; I have to ensure that everything is outlined in detail and print. You may have people that may not understand the industry and assume that your role as an editor becomes one of ghost-writer and promoter simply because they are paying you. I realize that I have to be steadfast in how these contracts are executed and be firm in what services are being provided. Above all, impose a timeline so that you aren't in the same project for years. I have so much ahead of me and yet, it's all still a major blessing.
I still have stories to both read and write. I have articles to print. I have authors to promote. And that's a good thing...a very good thing.
www.fourbrotherspublications.com
J.L. Whitehead
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Gone Too Soon!
Article written on The Examiner!
I was standing in front
of a TD Bank ATM machine when I found out about what happened at Sandy Hook
Elementary School. I had asked someone
who had entered the vestibule after me how he was. He responded by telling me that he was fine
up until fifteen minutes ago.
Apparently, he had just found about the tragic shooting that had taken
place in Newtown, Connecticut. When he
told me, I couldn’t believe it.
The first thing that
came to my mind was the children and their families. I couldn’t understand how someone could take
the lives of so many innocent children.
As the details continued to unfold and I found out more about what had
taken place on Friday, my heart broke. I
thought about the parents that lost their child; how they probably finished
their Christmas shopping for their children and how those presents will go unopened.
There are so many
components to this tragedy but none of them make any sense. There were too many innocent lives lost. They were babies who were beginning their
lives that were taken away far too soon.
Even now as I type this, my heart is breaking once again. I watched as a parent of one of the victims
barely managed to contain himself as he talked about his daughter. He was a better one than me because I
couldn’t.
I couldn’t write about
the man that committed this horrendous crime because I just couldn’t bring
myself to lend credence to the act that he committed. I didn’t want to give him any coverage
because this isn’t about him. This is
about the babies that were lost.
I do not have children
of my own, but I have nephews and nieces that I adore. They know me as uncle and they have so much
love for me that it fills my heart to the point of bursting. To think that this could have easily happened
to one of them is incomprehensible.
I can’t begin to ask
myself why this man thought to take the lives of so many innocent people. We can attribute it to mental illness. We can speculate that there are too many graphic
video games on the market that desensitizes our youth. We can say that we need to pay closer
attention to our children and participate in their lives to prevent tragedies
like this from occurring.
But the simple truth of
the matter is that there are too many moving parts to this tragedy to lay blame
to one area. All we know is that we as a
nation have to come together to grieve and lift up the families that have lost
someone in this senseless violent act.
We need to understand that gun lobbying isn’t going to stop massacres
like this. It’s not about gun control.
The problem goes much deeper than that.
We need to recognize when someone in our respective families may display
characteristics of someone that may need mental help. We may need to take the stigma off of someone
that needs the skill set of a mental health provider to help them address any issues that they may be dealing with.
But here is a question
that I want to leave everyone with. Have
we as a nation become so desensitized to the needs of our fellow man that we
have forgotten how to love? Have we
become so engrossed in getting through the day to day that we have forgotten
how to care? And is caring the first
step in resolving this problem?
J.L. Whitehead
Friday, December 7, 2012
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Friday, November 23, 2012
Is there enough support within the African American Literary Community?
Many people write for different reasons. Some write because they have a story that they feel is so important that they must tell the world. Some want to write in the hopes of striking that million dollar deal and having the ability to be able to quit their traditional job and just pen novels for the rest of their lives. And some people simply love to write…and those are the people that I love to meet and talk to. Those are the people that possess passion for the craft, and I can identify with that.
There are millions of African American authors in the United States and abroad, with thousands more releasing books every month. With the rapid changes in the literary industry, it is not surprising that these numbers will, in all probable likelihood, double as the years roll by…and each one of these new authors believe that their work is very best of the best. There isn’t an author out there who thinks that their work is just “okay”. After all, what kind of author would that make them?
But if we have so many authors, and if the work that they are producing is really that good, why aren’t there more mainstream African American authors making stellar amounts of money and enjoying the good life that they long for? To answer that question, you have to ask another one. What means of support do these new authors have? Most of them do not have the backing of a large publishing house that will take care of things for them like properly promoting and distributing their work. We all know that you can have the best written manuscript out there, but it doesn’t mean anything if no one knows who you are.
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At my last book signing, I sold one book. I played to a party of one. I had set up my books, cards, tee-shirts and waited for a few people to wander in. I wasn’t brazen enough to think that a crowd of people would come to see me. But a woman came in, sat down in front of me, picked up my book and for the next 30 minutes, we had the best conversation. At the end of the conversation, she purchased my book. I walked away feeling good about myself. Not only did I want to go back to the library, I decided that I wanted to do something special for their clientele…in particular, the children and young adults that want to read and write. I decided to conduct a free symposium and talk about my love of writing and share the tips that have brought me to where I am.
You see, we as authors don’t give enough. We don’t support one another like we should. With all of the African American authors and African American readers that are present, we should all be making a little bit of money. But we sometimes forget about the big picture. We go for the dollar bill when we should be going for the hundred. And one of the main reasons for that is because of the competitive nature of the industry. We all want people to buy our books so that we can get paid. We don’t stop to hone our skill set. We may not take the time to properly edit our work or if we do, we pay the wrong person to do it and wind up with a lackluster product. We don’t pay homage to the authors that are just as good if not better than we are because to do so would mean that we don’t believe in ourselves when all it really means is that we are humble. And the last time I checked, there is nothing wrong with humility.
We are so busy hustling our products that we forget that to survive in this industry requires thinking outside of the box. It requires allowing people to know who you are. And let’s face it; people don’t really want to know someone whose only topic of conversation is about themselves or their work. Not that there is anything wrong with that in and of itself, but if that is the only thing that you can think of to talk about then people will lose interest in you very quickly.
Since the industry is changing, maybe it really wouldn’t be such a bad thing to think of the much bigger picture. Maybe in addition to promoting your work, you take a moment to figure out how to give of yourself to help someone else get to where you are trying to get to. Maybe it’s time that we build a community instead of a lot of collective parts struggling to survive. A smart entrepreneur will think of both. They know the importance of not only portraying a positive image, but they realize that part of that image entails giving back to a community that needs them. Sometimes, it really isn’t so much about the dollar as it is about the love of literature.
There are organizations slowly cropping up across the country that is trying to do this very thing. They host literary and networking events all in the hopes of creating a strong community that will foster and encourage young minds and nurture the creative talents of our youth.
I am not telling you to cease in your promotion efforts. I’m telling you that you are part of a bigger picture. I’m telling you that in the course of you discovering who you are as an author, you may inadvertently help someone else discover who they are as well. And that is part of the beginning of building a solid literary community.
J.L. Whitehead
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
When will domestic abuse end
This is an article that I wrote and posted in my column on The Examiner website! This is crazy! When will men understand that no matter how beautiful the woman, if she's not happy with you, there are other women out there???
Victim - Sarah Coit
Place where her murder took place
Another woman’s life
has ended way too soon. Another family
mourns and repeatedly asks themselves “why?”
The sad part is, there are no answers.
That brings little comfort to the Coit family.
On Sunday, April 10,
2011, 23 year old Sarah Coit was brutally murdered by her boyfriend, then 33
year old Raul Barrera. Neighbors were
awakened at two a.m. by the screams of the young Hunter College graduate who had
been looking forward to beginning a career in Marketing and Advertising…a
career that would never come to fruition.
Allegedly, Ms. Coit had
wanted to end the relationship between her and the live-in boyfriend when the
violence erupted. Barrera had gone to
the kitchen to retrieve several knives from a butcher block utensil
holder. His assault took the victim by
complete surprise. He admits to cutting her mouth on both sides of her face so
that she resembled a grotesque version of “The Joker” from the movie version of
Batman. He stabbed her multiple times, nearly
decapitating her. The crime scene was
too grisly for even the most hardened detectives. And the reason for the assault was what many
women fear the most when ending a relationship.
“If I can’t have you then nobody will.”
Barrera
faces a maximum of 25 years to life. The hearing also creates a substantial
record of the murder, which can be used against Barrera if he appeals or when
he's up for parole.
Barrera's
lawyer has said his client suffers from "emotional disturbances" and
is expected to argue for a lowered sentence based on his mental health problems.
Last week
Barrera pleaded guilty to Coit’s murder. Manhattan Supreme Court Justice
Richard Carruthers presided over that plea as well as the two-day
pre-sentencing hearing that concluded on Monday.
Barrera
will find out the sentence for his crime on October 29, and is expected to
receive anything from 15 years to life in prison. The killer is hoping his
mental state and his guilty plea will earn him a lesser sentence.
But it
seems to me that his mental state at the time of the murder wasn’t the issue at
hand. It appears to be something just a
bit more simplistic yet even more terrifying.
Ms. Coit by all accounts was a stunningly beautiful young woman. Mr. Barrera couldn’t bear the thought of
anyone else having what he at one time had.
It was easier to kill her in a fit of rage and jealousy than to let her
go. But now that this horrific act has
been done, what happens to him? His life
is ruined. Will anyone feel pity for
him? Probably not. And why should they? Another young woman will never know the
meaning of true love. She will never
marry…never have children…never be a grandparent. Who knows what contributions Sarah Coit would
have made to society?
So when
will some men wake up and realize that there are other women out there? If she is not happy with you, then you can’t
possibly be happy either. If you have to
force someone to be with you then it isn’t love…its domination.
I’ve
written too many articles and listened to too many women that have been the
victims of domestic abuse. I look
forward to the day when I will not have to write articles like this
anymore. But for the men that perpetrate
these horrible crimes on the very people that they are supposed to love and cherish,
I ask you: When will the violence end?
J.L.
Whitehead
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