The Continuation

While in the midst of writing “Angel,” I discovered that this could not be a single book. Angel’s story had to consist of several books.

Writing a book series can be sometimes more overwhelming than writing a single book. Some may say it’s nothing more than breaking a long book into multiple shorter books. But series are much more than that.

One aspect of a series is how the characters grow. Anybody who grew up with Harry Potter knows this. Harry started out as an eleven-year-old, with all of the mannerisms of an eleven-year-old. However, Harry grew up. His character developed, along with the other characters in the book. Other authors should remember this. Think about how events change one’s outlook.

For example, if a character witnessed a violent crime and had previously never been exposed to something like that, they would probably have a different outlook on life. This one even could change them completely.

Another aspect of writing a series to remember is continuity. If your character was terrified of spiders in the first book, make sure your character (unless faced with an experience that demanded the change) is still afraid of spiders in the 5th, 7th, 11th, and 15th book.

Use your other books as references. You just spent a long time writing a book- of course there will be details you don’t remember.

Decide if you’re continuing adventures of a certain character (similar to Nancy Drew or Robert Langdon-The Da Vinci Code) or if you’re continuing a specific adventure (similar to Harry Potter.) Once this has been decided make sure you don’t get too repetitive or wearisome.

Above all: KISS- Keep It Simple, Stupid. If the story becomes too difficult to write, it will become too difficult for readers to follow. Sometime’s it’s necessary to cut out huge chunks in books; Everybody does it!



The Truth

A small blurb of the night Cane left his first wife, Rakia. 

It was late at night. The boys were in their room- maybe asleep, but more likely watching TV. Rakia didn’t bother to lower her voice; they were used to the arguing.

I pulled more clothes out of the closet and stuffed them unceremoniously into my bag, trying to ignore the screeching of my wife. God I’ll be grateful to be rid of her. Marrying her had been a mistake. No matter how strong the physical attraction, I couldn’t stand her unless we were in bed together.

I knew she didn’t care that I was leaving, but the idea that I was leaving her for another woman drove her crazy. We were both aware the marriage was a failure. She just didn’t want someone else to have my money (as if her father would ever let her want for anything.) Rakia was the kind of woman to destroy something so nobody else could have it. I was enjoying seeing her in such distress- I didn’t bother to correct her assumption.

Continuing to ignore her psychotic ramblings about alimony and child support, I turned to the dresser. The hidden slat along the side removed easily, and the emergency fund was tucked  neatly inside. The stacks of hundred-dollar-bills had a fine layer of dust on them, showing the amount of time that passed since I hid them years ago. I began tossing the stacks on top of my clothes.

As I slid the slat back into place along the dresser, Rakia glowered with her arms crossed. She looked like a child who had been snacking on candy and had it taken away from her. I closed my bag and heaved it over my shoulder, heading for the doorway.

“You’re never going to make it.”

I turned at the threat. There was a glimmer in Rakia’s eyes. If I didn’t know her so well, I would assume it was victory. But her fear was obvious to me.

“The only good thing to come out of this marriage was my name. I became someone. And that was not because of you- it was because of your father. I have no problem admitting that. But I’m done. I’ve got a name, and I’m taking it.”

“You’re never going to become as powerful as my father. You know that.” I heard the desperation in her voice.

“You’re right. I’ll become more. His product is far inferior to what I can do- I’ll be selling and all of those addicts on the street will flock to me.” She followed me as I went down the stairs into the garage. The brown packages were in the SUV, hidden underneath the spare tire. The more of his product I get away from him, the worse off my father-in-law will be. He was leaving this God-forsaken town and starting over, without this family.

As I started the SUV, Rakia came up to the open window.

“You’re never going to get away with this. My father will end up on top, and you will having nothing but a crack whore, some bitch you ended up with because you were lonely and she needed a hit.”

I backed out, leaving her standing alone in the garage. As I drove away, I imagined my next life. Me on top.



My Role Model, My Best Friend.

Everybody needs a role model. They serve as a great guide, and they can be an amazing friend.

My role model was my mother. Before she passed away, I used to sit back and watch her when she didn’t notice I was watching her. My mother was a very precious and outspoken women; she was gentle and very loving.

I used to wonder how she could be so patient and loving with nine children and still have time to share her love to all nine children. She started off home schooling all of us; She used to tell us that we had to be smart book-wise and street-wise. I never knew what she meant until I gotten older. I know now what she meant about never letting a person take advantage of you, you are your own person.

My mother would also say, “being strong consists of more than your strength, add your mind to make yourself complete.” Some people may doubt what you say, but they will believe you when they see you do it. I really miss my mother.

At twelve years old, it’s hard keeping everything bottled up inside and not having anyone to talk to. I didn’t have an older sister only, an older brother and there were just some things you can’t tell your brother- at least I couldn’t.

I have always talked to my mother from my heart. I know she’s always watched over us because she always branded in our heads that no one will treat us the way she did. To be honest, she was right. We had uncles and aunts, but we were just a pay check to them.

My mother will always be my role model. I haven’t had a friend yet that can top my mother and my best friend.



What Inspires You?

Hello fans of “Angel!”

I am often asked what inspired me to write a book with so much action and twists and turns in it. As a daycare provider, my life is not fraught with much drama beyond what happens when children don’t share. However, inspiration can lay everywhere.

Dreams can take you anywhere.

The idea of “Angel” came to me in a dream. Right after I woke up, I instantly started writing her story. The entire time I was writing, I felt like I had known Angel’s story my entire life, and was just now putting it down on paper for others to read. Writing gave me such a joy, and I knew I couldn’t stop until I had written as much as possible.

I’ve heard of other authors who have been inspired by dreams. One of the most well-known of these authors was Stephanie Meyer, who wrote the Twilight series. Here is her story, courtesy of

Stephenie Meyer’s life changed dramatically on June 2, 2003. The stay-at-home mother of three young sons woke up from a dream featuring seemingly real characters that she could not get out of her head.

“Though I had a million things to do, I stayed in bed, thinking about the dream. Unwillingly, I eventually got up and did the immediate necessities, and then put everything that I possibly could on the back burner and sat down at the computer to write—something I hadn’t done in so long that I wondered why I was bothering.”

Stephen King, who everyone knows is capable of giving people nightmares with his horrifically detailed books, was himself inspired by a nightmare. Misery is the story of prolific writer, Paul Sheldon, who is kidnapped by his “number one fan” and forced to write a novel only for her. This idea came to him when he fell asleep on an airplane and dreamed of a writer being kidnapped. As soon as he awoke and the plane landed, King wrote the first 50 pages.

“I’ve always used dreams the way you’d use mirrors to look at something you couldn’t see head-on, the way that you use a mirror to look at your hair in the back.”

-Stephen King

Other famous books inspired by dreams include Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein and The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson.

There are many suggestions about the purpose of dreams. Some claim dreams are a link to the unconscious, and dream interpretations go back thousands and thousands of years. In my case and the case of many other authors, sometimes dreams just lead to an amazing story.

Thanks for everyone’s support with my book. You are all a part of making my dream come true. I would love to hear everyones feed back about how you like the book.

Thanks and many blessings!


Angel: A Hustling Diva with a Twist by Brenda G. Wright

Angel: A Hustling Diva with a Twist will leave you thirsty for more action. This story will drag you into a gruesome world of violence, sex and revenge.

After Angel’s father was brutally tortured and murdered, Angel grows up in a world of deception. When she discovers the truth about herself and her family, she is restless with countless unanswered questions. Questions that only blood can answer.