Coo Sweet
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Okay, at the risk of totally boring you to death, I’ll share a little bit about myself. No apologies necessary if your eyes start to glaze over. I understand…

I’m big sis to six awesome women. I grew up with three of them in random places: Waco, TX, Muskegon Heights, MI, and Las Vegas, NV. You might think having six sisters can get a little crazy. You’re absolutely right! But I wouldn’t trade it for anything. My sisters are my greatest allies, my fiercest protectors, my most trusted confidants.

Allies, protectors and confidants have always been important to me. I’ve always felt a little “off center”. As a child that bothered me, but now I choose to embrace it as a catalyst for creativity.

Books were my sanctuary as a kid. There was nothing more thrilling than cracking open a book and stepping into another world (there still isn’t). But I didn’t think about being a writer back then. That was something I did for fun.

Like the time I wrote a short play about a vampire cowboy. My fifth grade teacher liked it so much, she let me perform it for the class. It was a one-girl production. Nothing I’d trained for or had any experience in. Just a story inside me begging to be unleashed.

In high school, I worked on the yearbook staff. That’s when I seriously started thinking about writing as a career. When it came time for college, I majored in journalism and ethnic studies. I thought it would be a great way to pair my love of writing with my interest in Black History.

You know what they say about best laid plans, right? I never became a journalist. After a miserable internship experience in my senior year of college, I figured out that I wasn’t gangster enough to be a reporter. Plus, hard news can be so depressing!

I ended up working in the highly creative, low stress position of automobile insurance claims adjuster. Ha! I’m kidding of course. It was extremely intense work and I couldn’t have been more ill-suited for it.

There was a silver lining, though. I hated it so much, I quit. Ever since then, I’ve been lucky enough to land in careers that allow me to feed my appetite for art and creativity.

If I had to choose one thing that re-ignited my desire to write professionally, it would have to be my work in public libraries. I’ve worked as a library assistant for 13+ years.

Being surrounded by books and literature sparked something in me. Instead of creating stories and stuffing them in a drawer, I gained the confidence to submit my work to agents and publishers.

Obviously, I’m no overnight sensation. I may have thought I was ready to conquer the publishing world, but again, things happen exactly when they’re supposed to.

I submitted countless stories to numerous agents and publishers. Some came back with kind words of encouragement, others got quickly tossed into the old circular file.

Sure, it was disappointing. But what was most important was that I didn’t give up on my dream of becoming a published author. With perseverance and some great networking by my sister, Tracy, I landed a publisher for my first book.

These days, I split my time between my job at the library and my burgeoning career as an author. I couldn’t be happier. This writing thing is scary, exhilarating, demanding and liberating. All at the same time!

When I’m not working on a story, I’m fortunate to be able to spend quality time with my amazing husband, Roger. He’s my high school sweetheart and definitely my rock. Our brilliant son, Quincy, rounds out my home life and keeps me relatively sane with his calm, even demeanor. 

I also enjoy hunting for new additions to my black memorabilia collection, shopping for thrift store treasures, and screaming at the television during NBA games. And of course, I read. Nothing could ever replace the pure joy I get from cracking open a book.      

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