Randoms

"Why so many novellas/short projects, CCJ?" This is such a loaded question, which I get painfully often, that I’m sorely attempted to answer with, “Because I’m grown.” I guess that’s not very helpful though, huh? Especially when it’s often a question with no malice behind it, just a simple inquiry. Only… it’s hard to not be defensive about it when my art is attacked on this very specific front on a regular basis. I seriously get this in comments, questions, reviews, messages, every week. Sometimes multiple times a week. What’s with all these novellas? Shorts don’t satisfy me. This could’ve been 300 pages. Why is it so abrupt? This didn’t...

It's not Sunday, but it's still sample time! We know how it goes - I don't have a release date yet, and anything here is unedited and subject to change. Enjoy! “Knock knock,” I called through the open doorway of Kima’s office, and waited to be invited in. She looked up from whatever she was busy with, her slanted eyes going wide when she saw me standing there. “Oh. Chef Clarke. You’re… early.” Chef Clarke? “Aiight,” I drawled, stepping in and closing the door behind me, even though we were the only ones there. “I think I see what you’re doing – the Chef...

Unedited. Subject to Change. Coming soon. Between inventories, future menus, supply orders and contracts, I was so busy that I ignored the knock that sounded at the office door after ten at night. Anything important was supposed to be deferred to Addison, and if he needed something, he would just walk in. As a matter of fact, when the door opened without me answering, he was the person I expected to see on the other side. Definitely not Drew. “I know you’re not ignoring me, right?” she asked, stepping in and closing the door behind her. She looked good as fuck, in an oversized...

Unedited. Subject to change. Unfinished. Dunno when, lol. I'm having a good time between the times when i'm definitely not though, so that's a good sign, right? Enjoy! I made sure to return my empty champagne flute to a server as I slipped through the crowd, keeping a lookout for anybody I didn’t want to run into – Addison Clarke, specifically. Circling back the way I’d come in, I pulled my cell phone from the clutch on my wrist, navigating to my rideshare app to arrange my transportation. I turned a corner as I submitted the ride request, relieved to have an escape plan...

Still working away at bringing this story to life. No date to offer yet, but in the meantime, here's a sample! As always - unedited, subject to change. Enjoy! Maple served a good breakfast, but it was more popular with the guests than the locals. Most of these people weren’t from Sugar Valley, and as such, saw no need to strike up conversation with a stranger. It meant I was able to tuck myself into a quiet corner and order my breakfast in peace. At least for a little while. “Ms. James… does that sling mean you ended up taking yourself to the doctor?” I...

You know what's been fun? These holiday shorts. I know, I know, you've heard (seen) me say it before, but seriously - I really like them! I've seen the feedback from you guys - you like them too, but wish they were longer. And while I hear (see) you, one of my biggest focuses as I go into 2020 is holding strong to the requirement that my art makes me happy - for me, happiness is writing what I see for the characters, and giving them what they gave me - never forcing more. Holding firm to that, for me, maintains the integrity of...

Sample Sunday. Unedited. No date yet. Enjoy! The hometown hero. “When you gone get back on that bike man?” “How many more of those medals you going to bring back?” “You the pride of the city man. Mr. International.” It was all well-meaning, and of course I knew that but that didn't make it any less anxiety-inducing. Even worldwide, cycling was an overwhelmingly white sport, and as much I loved my people – Black people – we had a tendency to put the hopes and dreams of the whole race on just a few shoulders. For the Heights… it was just my shoulders. I couldn’t mess up,...