BRINGING A BOOK TO LIFE
Any book begins with inspiration.
The ongoing triangle that puts black women in competition with white ones for the affection of black men was mine. It’s a topic I’ve never read a book about so I became motivated to write The Only One, a novel based on this scenario. I wasn’t
sure where this subject would lead me but, equipped with my personal observations and input from my children and their friends, I sat down at my computer, placed my fingers on its keyboard, accessed its word processor and got on the same wave length with my
The first step was to conjure up a cast of characters to star in this little melodrama, and this involved crafting the roles they would play in the
plot. Once that was done, I visualized how they’d look and tried out names on them until they answered to what I called them. As soon as I started putting words in their mouths, these people came to life, steering me to where they needed to go.
Settling on a “sista” as my protagonist was what determined the book’s setting. A big city environment pulsating with the uniqueness of the black
experience was what made Chicago the perfect choice.
Then, I got into the flow and let the words have their say. Realizing the value of taking a break, from
time to time I would do so, then return to the manuscript with a new set of eyes. This was how I eventually recognized the need for a sub-plot that would add an element of suspense and keep things interesting. Filling this void called for a villain and he
emerged from the shadows of my imagination, grabbing his crotch.
With this addition, more inspiration kicked in guiding me toward the technique
for creating a mystery by inserting misleading clues to stump the reader.
Finally as one chapter led into another, all the scattered parts came together
completing the jigsaw puzzle that had been waiting to be assembled by the creative process that turns a writer into an author, and an idea into a book whose story has been told.
Months later, I held the latest version of The Only One in my hands. It was fresh off the press and it was if it vibrated with life!
Refreshing, poetic, sarcastically humorous, easy flowing, relatable, classy are
the immediate words that come to mind for the book The Only One. The characters were enjoyable and relatable.
Celeste maintained such self- control when dealing with her own emotions from rejection. Observing the man of her desires skip across her like a lily-pad in a pond he needed to cross in order to reach the blond damsel in distress
running through the floral field of privilege over yonder.
Celeste with class defied the stereotype response i.e. ghetto fabuloso drama and is actually more representative of more women I know.
Everyone has at least one Yolanda (I prefer a few) in their life or at least they should just so there is no schizophrenic labeling when the need arises for that other self, the one unrealized and smothered by our routine selves. A complementary
persona is what makes friends, friends.The twists with Albert, Purvis and Susie were very well done and kept me wanting to read more. I actually sprayed my coffee. “Yolanda
sprayed out her drink. ‘Nigga, what is your name?’ she choked.”The book is written in a style my personality can appreciate with just enough description to paint the picture especially the sexual sections but not too much as to overwhelm the story and become porn.
Connie, your wording is laced with sarcastic humor that I love and find hilarious! “What advice would be offered she wondered when, upon meeting your new supervisor, your coochie hiccoughed” LMAO!!!
The Only One, left me feeling as if the challenges of the
dating scene lie in maintaining self-love and self-control no matter the outcome of the relationships. Taking care and finding peace with THE ONLY ONE guaranteed to be with us is mandatory. In doing so the universe sees this and like a mirror reflects.