I just watched a video by famously renowned author JK Rowling, and I believe that she gets what many authors like myself are going through.
Her speech was about failure and I could tell that she lived exactly what I am now going through. To have that similarity is a great motivator. As such, it has inspired me to share 30 posts about the 30 books, which I have published.
I say published, because I have written nearly twice as many, and they are sitting on my hard drive gathering virtual dust.
My very first book was, Jamaican Honey and Sauce. You would think with such a title that it was a cooking book, filled with recipes and such, from Jamaica. The only recipes in that book, was for baby making.
My first book was a poetry book. I was so giddy and excited that I ran with the first title that came in my head and slapped on a black cover (which was my favorite color) and off I went to the presses.
The good thing about that book was there was enough honey and sauce in them words, that no one minded the cover at all. Today, there are a couple hundred copies sold. There should also be a few kids, running around this earth named after me.
Five years after its first publication, I republished a new edition, ‘Honey to my Sauce‘. A more fitting name, don’t you think?
Jamaican Honey and Sauce was my first born. It had my heart and soul stuffed in. Those were the poems that brought me immense joy, even for a few moments, when I battled depression. I was a proud mama.
Now what to do with the few hundred poems that were still lurking on my desktop?!
Jamaican Honey and Sauce is love poetry for every woman’s enjoyment and every man’s delight.
From petty crushes to the moans of the broken hearted. From private fantasies to the rumblings of true love. From teenage romance to the musings of office workers. Honey and Sauce captures the intense, passionate thoughts and emotions of men and women everywhere.
Enjoy the sentiments inspired by puppy love, the first kiss, and the first time. Relish the sensations evoked by remembering when. Dip into the succulent emotions, rarely uttered, and privately desired. Jamaican Honey and Spice captures the essence of love and lust.
Since then, this book has been revised three times and is now known as Honey to my Sauce. Initially, I was so excited about the book that I flung on a black book cover and went with the first name that popped up in my head. Yes, I seem to still do that. Nonetheless, the cover is changed and the name as well.
My books can be found at a number of online websites, including:
Bookworld.com.au, Smashwords.com, Barnes and Noble, Rakuten.co.jp, Lulu.com, Amazon.com – United States, Amazon.co.uk – UK, Amazon.ca – Canada, Amazon.co.jp – Japan, Amazon.it – Italy, Amazon.es – Spain, Amazon.fr – France, Amazon.at – Austria, Amazon.de – Germany, Scribd , Bookworld , Easons , Kobo, The Hive Network , iBooks, Nook, IBookstore, Baker & Taylor, Copia, Gardners, eSentral, PagePusher and Bookophilia bookstore in Kingston, Jamaica.
Enjoy this excerpt from the book:
Walking down the road in cool December
My eyes stumbled and bucked up this brotha
Six feet of pure handsomeness
Features a prince could only possess;
Teeth that glittered like freshly laid snow
A smile that signalled welcome home
The effect I felt as my breath left my chest
Utopia so divine I said yes Lord yes
Strutting like a sun god, he floated over
Whispered sweet nothings and bowled me over
My smile was high and six feet wide
Thoughts floating and I’m thinking, is this my guy;
A spiritual tap bid me to stop
A voice so still one I totally forgot
My main man was speaking binding me to listen
As he filled me in on this brotha I was courting;
The low down I received
By this brotha I was nearly deceived
Words flew as I overturned his coup;
You see I have this man
Who speaks without deceit
He already possesses the treasures you offer
The treasures I seek;
Don’t think me dumb or even naïve
Lies and falsehoods don’t interest me
The love I ask for and all the things I need
This man already died for, on a tree.