Saturday 1 October 2011

October is UK's Black History Month!

Yes it is that time again! Some of us completely miss the point and say, "What we have a black history month?", "How come I never heard about it?" Okay maybe that was just me a few years back, because it wasn't publicized enough. In fact I remember the way I found out was though seeing a banner promoting it outside my family's local police station! The only other place after that was by visiting the local library where there was a small corner of black authored books that were put in a slightly more predominant position than usual, with a little sign above it. Well we have come a long way since then. I have come a long way by becoming one of those black authors myself, yay!

In celebration of black history, in celebration of black people proactively continuing to make ourstory, my little humble offering is to discount my book Hypknowlogy for the duration of October by 15% bringing the price down from £27 to £22.95! Now there are a few things you might be interested to know:

  • Hypknowlogy is actually a compliation of all three of by books in one. That's right, the whole trilogy in one book.
  • At the end of the book it has a Q&A section where all the questions were those sent in by fans/readers etc.
  • This book is currently only available online and even then only available for purchase through my personal online bookstore.
  • At this reduced price the purchase of Hypknowlogy is the equivalent to getting one book absolutely FREE.

So what are you waiting for?
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Friday 30 September 2011

The Crazy Frog

It's been a ridiculously long time since I have written in my blog, slap on the wrists for me! So many things have happened this year, from unusually long bouts of painful crisis, to embarking on a new course of study. In the author sense, I've been kinda lazy in some respects, it others I've been working in overdrive. Either way I tend to be my greatest critic and to that end, even if I managed to write 10 books in one year, I'd still be moaning about not having achieved enough. Hmm, sad but true.

This year has been amazing in so many ways, but there have been times that painful crisis has tinted my rose coloured glasses a couple shades of grey. There have been times I have wanted to write something positive to keep myself on track, but I'd be lying if I said I never get those moments where I say, "To hell with it, it's not going to take away this damn pain is it?" Truth is, for how this year started out and continued to be filled with crisis, I began to wonder if a trend was developing. Is it that as I am getting older my health is going to simply deteriorate? I didn't ever voice this fear with any seriousness as I am a person who believes in the power of the mind, so I plod along and make like it's no biggie. I didn't want to manifest the possibility into my reality. And yet harbouring this fear hasn't stopped the pain either.

Right about now I'm in a place of remembering self and giving gratitude for it. Though I pretty much wrote a book on FEAR (False Evidence Appearing Real) and how it works, it doesn't mean I'm immune to it. Not by a long shot.

Part of remembering caused me to have a sudden urge to look up the Crazy Frog video. I loved it to bits when it first came out. It was to the point that everytime there was a new song or remix created around the concept, friends and family would say, "Have you seen/heard the new Crazy Frog...." blah blah... fill in the gap. I was never interested in the money making commercialization of it, only the original. Why? Because in it the Frog demonstrates faith in something that to the viewer doesn't exist. A motorbike or something of a similar nature. His faith is so strong he looks crazy as he makes sound effects for it whilst wearing a safety helmet in anticipation of it. Then something amazing happens. We see exhaust fumes bluster from behind him, he isn't surprised. We see his body raise of the floor, he is now sitting on it, he isn't surprised. He expected it and shouts "Weeee" as he disappears off the screen riding his bike. THAT is the power of the mind that we all have the ability to create with. With that, I am back on track, ready to focus on my creation of good health and massive book sales ;)



Tuesday 4 January 2011

Pain & All The Trimmings

As much as I like to keep people informed about sickle cell, there are certain aspects I simply don't talk about. For someone who is a friend or relative of someone who has this blood disorder, some topics are simply too much to bear. I'm pretty much the kind of person who works on a vibe of, "If you really don't want to know, better not to ask." I'm like that because as much as people say they want to hear the truth, the statement in itself is often a lie. Maybe that's why people are so full of 'dumb' questions, they ask so as to seem interested, but don't really want to know beyond the text book response. And yet when given the text book response, people don't take you seriously, like, 'is that all?' Translation: 'So you get a lil pain now and then, I do too big deal.' Only when you tell them that it makes the pain of childbirth look like an all expenses paid holiday, does it begin to sink in. While that is a general description of the pain, it doesn't relay how one personally feels about it, or the effect it has beyond what it does to the body.

I have two tattoos. One of the number nine, the other of the superman symbol. When people see the latter, they often think it's because being that I'm a sci-fi enthusiast, it is my way of paying homage to a favourite character. Uh - no dear, my spiritual name begins with 'S' and the symbol is a reminder that I am my own natural born superhero. Sometimes, when I'm in a crisis, I need to remember that. Because when in the kind of pain I experience, all that I can think to pray for is for death to release me from the torture of the agony. My 'S' is a reminder that I am more than this pain that just happens to be my soul's kryptonite. When in that pain, I wonder about who I hurt so bad to warrant this kind of payback. When in that pain, I cannot see my children, my family, my friends, all I can see is hell and I wonder why the tease, just send me there already. I can joke with people, because I know this is what they need to be able to tolerate being around me, but inside I am dying... painfully. I am wondering whether it is too selfish of me to want to be in a relationship if this is what he would have to contend with. I am wondering if I have enough pain relief to take my life properly, and not just cause more damage to this anomalous incarnation. When in pain I get so weak it disgusts me, but if I show anything but patience and a lighthearted spirit, the pain increases and becomes more drawn out.

Sickle Cell is painful yes, but what's worse is all the trimmings, all my worst fears playing over in my head. Fears I didn't even know I had. Fears that have nothing to do with whether or not I'll be wealthy or successful. The fear is having to endure living through another minute of it. I don't write this for the sake of pity, cuz that in itself pisses me off. I'm a capable woman with a dynamic mind that just happens to reside in a body that is afflicted by an inherited blood disorder. My rate of achievement might be at a different pace to others, but I still have the ability to achieve nonetheless. I write this because right here, right now, I simply don't feel strong enough to lie for the sake of making others feel more at ease. For the most part I cope pretty well, but just sometimes, I don't have the strength to.