The Best Darn Profession!

Marketing, marketing, marketing is key to promoting and selling your book. You can have one of the best books out there, but if it isn’t marketed properly, your book will never see the light of day. Being a writer, I never realized how much of the publishing process doesn’t involve writing. Once you are published and have a book, it’s a different ballgame. I know firsthand because I’m trying to promote my debut short story collection, Street Magic: Stories and Tales (2011), and it is kicking my tail. I find myself spending countless of hours using social media such as Facebook, Twitter, blogging, and Goodreads to generate publicity…and what are the results…NADA! I know I’m being impatient, but darn, how much patience do I have to have (I know if you’re a self-published author, I know you know what I’m talking about!)? But I will be patient and keep pushing. I will keep researching potential publicity opportunities to promote my baby, Street Magic: Stories and Tales. If you too are having the marketing blues, here’s your opportunity to express yourself. Just leave a comment and let’s get through our writing woes together. Hey, maybe one day we might see our names on The New York Times bestsellers list, until then we have our journals, our tears, and our frustration to keep us going. Cheers! We are writers, the best profession in the entire world (wink).

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My First Published Book

Well, it finally happened. My first book, Street Magic: Stories and Tales, is published! I’m so excited. The book is a bit wacky, zany, sad, and gritty. It is composed of nine short stories that I wrote during my enrollment in the MFA Creative Writing & Publishing Arts program at the University of Baltimore. I designed and typesetted my book, which was an arduous task. Choosing the right cover design was the hardest. At first, my book was a pure typographic design with a black and white color scheme, but my teacher who is a graphic designer suggested that the cover lacked magic. She suggested that I take a picture of asphalt to provide texture to the back cover. I thought about her suggestions, and then I thought about a photograph I took for a class assignment during my undergraduate studies at Johns Hopkins University. The photograph is an image of my shadow against the pavement. I chose the photograph for my cover because it has a magical yet gritty quality. I decided I would print 50 books for my first print run because I plan to sell Street Magic at local independent bookstores including Atomic Books and Cyclops (cross fingers). I will be reading a selection of my book at the MFA student reading at the University of Baltimore, Student Center, 5th floor (21 West Mount Royal Avenue, Baltimore, MD 21201) at 7:30 pm on Friday, May 6th. I am selling my books for $12. If you are unable to attend, you can purchase Street Magic online.  To read the table of contents, click here. Look forward to seeing you at the reading!

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Sherna Ann Johnson:an emerging Charm City playwright

Last Tuesday, I went to the Strand Theater to view a staged reading of Sherna Johnson’s latest play Sick Stories, Gentle Granddaddy (2011). Once, again Sherna wrote an awesome play that chronicles the life of an African-American man, a fellow Baltimorean who marries a Southern woman named Queen. What makes the play interesting is the narration, which is told from the granddaughter’s perspective. She knows her grandfather as a gentle caring man, which is a far departure from his abusive, alcoholic days. I don’t want to give too much away because I want to you to experience the play with fresh eyes. Hopefully, the play will be selected as a part of the 2011 Baltimore Playwrights Festival. Click here to listen to the dynamic play.

It is so awesome to see a good friend become successful at her craft. When I am an audience member, I become transfixed–I am immersed in the story. If Sick Stories, Gentle Granddaddy is selected, it would be Sherna’s second produced play. As mentioned in a previous post, Sherna’s first play, The XX Chromosome Genome Project, was selected as part of the second annual Friends and Neighbors Festival: Works by Women at the Strand Theater  in 2010. The play is reminiscent of Ntozake Shange’s For Colored Girls who Have Considered Suicide when the Rainbow is Enuf.  You can purchase Sherna’s chapbook here for $7.95.  To learn more about Sherna and her creative endeavors, visit her website, sannjohnson.info. Sherna is a promising up-and-coming playwright who is on her way to the top!

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gluing together stories

Short story collections are hard to assemble. You have to think about how the stories work as stand-alones and collectively. Right now, I’m assembling a short story collection for my thesis at the University of Baltimore, and it is harder than I imagine, because when I wrote the stories I didn’t write them with the idea of putting together a collection. I have decided that I want my short story collection to feature stories that are mythical, mystical, and fantastical. Think magical realism meets Southern storytelling–that is how I would describe “Elvis” my first published story. I noticed that most of my stories are voice-driven and utilize unreliable narrators. When you read one of my stories, I want the narration to POP, EXCITE, and BE UNPREDICTABLE. To get a taste of the craziness, click here to read “Elvis,” which was originally published as web supplement for The Baltimore Urbanite, Emerging Writers, August 2009 issue.

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griots of America

I have been reading the works of Ms. Dael Orlandersmith, an award-winning playwright who grew up in Harlem. As mentioned in a previous post from Dreamer’s Paradise, I have read Orlandersmith’s Yellowman (2002), which was nominated for a 2002 Pulitzer Prize in Drama. Orlandersmith was nominated the same year that Suzan-Lori Parks won a Pulitzer Prize for Topdog/Underdog (2001) and became the first African-American woman to receive a Pulitzer Prize in Drama. Maybe I’m not in the know when it comes to theater productions, but I don’t recall there being a lot of buzz for Yellowman, which goes to show you that just because you never heard of someone or something doesn’t mean it isn’t good. Yellowman takes place in South Carolina and follows the budding romance between dark-skinned, big-boned, and ambitious Alma and fair-skinned, sensitive, and somewhat of a slacker Eugene. In this play, Orlandersmith reveals the ugliness of colorism and classism within the African-American community. Eugene has a contentious relationship with his dark-skinned father, Robert Gaines, who despises and envies his light-hued son: You wanna fight me high yella, huh? You wanna fight? I think your best bet high yella is to get outta my face before I hurt you/ cause I will knock your high yella/ red ass down! (Orlandersmith 10). There are other parts in the play where the language is poetic and sensual. I could feel the sun beating on my skin and the speckles of red dust falling on my bare feet. I could feel the heat of Alma’s and Euguene’s first sexual encounter. When Alma attends college, I could hear the music blaring from the windows and smell the exotic foods of New York City. Although the ending is tragic and haunting, Yellowman is a must-read. I would have loved to see the original production of Orlandersmith’s play, which starred Dael Orlandersmith and Howard W. Overshown, but I will settle with any production that is well-directed. It’s funny that I had never heard of Orlandersmith before reading Yellowman—I think she is one of those talented artists that few people know, which is crazy considering that she is a Pulitzer Prize nominee who received an Obie Award in 1996 for Beauty’s Daughter. I often wonder why some artists are talented and gifted; yet, no one has heard of them. As far as Black female playwrights go, the ones I know are Lorraine Hansberry, who penned Raisin in the Sun (1959), and Suzan-Lori Parks, and that is simply sad because I know there are plenty of Black female playwrights that are doing their thing. For example, there is Latonia Valincia, a playwright who lives in Baltimore, who writes about the experiences of Black women. Last year, she debuted her play, Bootprints, at the University of Baltimore’s Emerging Voices showcase (click here to view UB’s lineup for 2010). Then, there is Sherna Ann Johnson, another playwright from Baltimore, who premiered her first play, “The XX Chromosome Genome Project” at The Strand Theater (click here, to read my play review). I love to read Black female playwrights because they tell stories that include me and my heritage. They are our griots.  Listen. Absorb. Reflect. Cherish. Share. 

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a playwright is born

Wow! Last week, I attended a powerful, new play entitled The XX Chromosome Genome Project (2010), which made its debut at The Strand Theater located in Baltimore City’s Station North Arts and Entertainment District. Out of 45 submissions, The XX Chromosome Genome Project along with three others plays were selected for The Strand’s Friends and Neighbors Festival: Works by Women. The play reminded me of  Ntzoke Shange’s For Colored Girls Who Considered Suicide When the Rainbow is Enuf (1975), and I’m not just saying that because the playwright Sherna Johnson is a good friend. Instead of the women being identified by the color of their clothing, the actresses were identified by their “flavor”: Donisha Adams (Chocolate), Jessica Ruth Baker (Vanilla), Chrisovalandou Diakokomninos (Cinnamon), Naelis Ervin (Caramel), Nina Marti (Lemon), and Lauren Wardell (White Chocolate). Each flavor represents the woman’s ethnicity: African American (Chocolate), Latina (Caramel), Caucasian (Vanilla), Native American (Cinnamon), Asian American (Lemon), and biracial (White Chocolate). Sherna’s purpose for penning The XX Chromosome Genome Project is to show the commonality of women’s experiences. One of my favorite monologues is “B-more Girl Living in a Be-less World,” which was performed by Naelis Ervin. Although Ms. Ervin’s ethnicity is African American, I was convinced that she was Dominican. She had the accent down! Overall, I was pleased with the production, and I recommend that you see this play (unfortunately, the play’s last showing was held the previous week, but hopefully Sherna will do another production). Luckily, you can purchase Sherna’s chapbook at the website 2 Pens & Lint, an indie chapbook company located in Philadelphia, PA. To read the interview that was conducted by Henry Duncan, click here. If you know of any emerging playwrights that are on the rise, leave a post, so we can be in the know!

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the naked self, part II

Last week, I felt like I was having a panic attack. I could feel the perspiration gather on my face. I could feel my chest becoming warm. A million thoughts were rushing in my mind. What caused this, you ask. I thought I had lost my journal. Seriously. I know for someone who doesn’t journal, I probably sound melodramatic and a drama queen, but for those of you who do journal, I know you understand my anxiety. Let me explain. A journal is a prized, cherished possession because it allows you to be yourself in a safe, nurturing environment. In a journal, at least in a successful one, you strip yourself naked. You are unmasked, vulnerable, and painfully honest with yourself. In a journal, you write down your most personal thoughts and feelings. For me, journal writing is necessary. It is a way for me to vent. It is a way for me to grow. It is a way for me to evolve spiritually, and when I use the would spiritually, I’m not necessarily speaking about religion. I’m referring to the energy that lives within in me and elevating it to a higher level (I’m a Pisces, so I liked to go underneath the surface).  Although journal writing is therapeutic, who wants the world to see who you really are? Not I. So, the thought of someone discovering the real me had me shaking in my boots. I’ve always wondered would I want my journals to be published. And now I know my answer. Heck naw! So, the moral of this story is to keep up with your journal when you are traveling because you don’t want to feel like you have lost a piece of yourself. As for me, luckily my journal was at my grandmother’s house and I had forgotten to put it in my bag. My aunt mailed my beloved journal via postal mail without reading it, thank God. If you have had a similar experience—having lost a journal or thinking you have lost it—please share and post your comment. I’d love to hear from you. Really, folks. 

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