Y’all know where that is? That’s not Medium, that’s not Hello, Love. That’s featured content on The Good Men Project site. I just guest authored on The Good Men Project.
I need someone to hand me a paper bag, because I’m fucking hyperventilating right now.
I don’t even know. I don’t even know when I went from writing about my dog and a parade of Fuckboys to whatever in the fuck you call me today.
I just know that if things keep going this way, before long, y’all are going to start seeing my face on the back of some books, and when you do, if you don’t draw a mustache on it, you have no sack, sir.
All jokes aside, I don’t know. I just got the email literally 20 minutes ago. I sent a random string of OMMFG to the Marine, and came here to tell y’all.
I knew they had taken my stories for the Hello, Love publication. I had no idea about this, and y’all look at how good my hair looks in the author bio.
Bitch. I was fucking killing it there.
And, if we’re being honest, I think I’m killing it here too. I think I’m officially fucking doing this thing. I talked to my London client, who has more work than I can possibly write in the next foreseeable year or so. I have two books I swear I’m going to finish this year.
And I have y’all. My team. The people who have been with me since the beginning.
Do you know that when I first started writing to y’all over on the Q, I had a wireless keyboard that I bluetoothed to my phone to write to y’all? I still have that little $15 keyboard I bought from Amazon. It has made me thousands of dollars, got my first corporate client in Croatia for me, and I’m going to frame that fucking thing.
Now I write to you from my Lenovo with the 17” screen, big enough to fill with my ego and my bullshit, but never too far from that tiny ass phone screen and that keyboard that I forget exactly how many nights I thought that this day might be just around the corner.
And it is here. And I’m so thankful. And I love y’all so fucking much. I know you know that I know exactly who you are. When you drop in; some of you, I know your home lives (Karen, I’m coming to ride them horses, girl).
I wish BMan was still here. He would have made this a million times what it is. But I digress.
I love y’all. And nobody has ever believed in anyone the way y’all believed in me. Even through the worst parts, through the parts of the story that were just awful. Y’all never stopped turning the pages.
Thank you for enjoying my character.
I’m closing tonight with my homegirl Phat. This is my partner who came to save me when I was hammered and got into a fight with Screech and his security team. My girl pulled up 5 deep and I ain’t never seen people jump back so fast. God I was a mess in those days. And, Phat raps her ass off, so, I gotta give the love to my folk.
I am beyond freaking proud of you. You look in the mirror RIGHT NOW and say “ Not only am I self made woman, I am a fucking success!!!! If you don’t do it, I’ll know…..love ya
Bitch, now I'm crying and it's barely noon. Good thing I haven't applied my eyes yet.
I don't necessarily subscribe to the cliche that everything happens for a reason, but clearly your past has given you plenty of "material". Now is your time....Bask in it - that glow looks good on you 😊