The Fantastically Demonic World of Nila N. Brown

Hello, my Lovelies! Yes, I know...I last blogged in April. It sucks to have had an injury that affected my writing so much that I couldn't do any writing. Well, except for tweeting, I didn't do much writing. Tweeting, if anything, was a stress reliever. Who would have thought that 140 words could break so much tension? Then the tweet character count went up to 280 words! Suddenly, I could tell a whole story! The politics of 2017 actually drove the Twitterverse. It's been, uh, horrific, but I won't make my blog about it. I just can't.  So, moving right along... The doctor told me that by year's end, I would be back to normal. It didn't really work that way. The muscles in my left thumb and hand were tight, and the hand would get very tired. My creative writing career ground to a halt. As much as I worked to exercise it, it was going to do whatever it was going to do and there was no point rushing it.  By December, I could withstand writing for l

Hello, my Lovelies! Yes, I know. It's been almost three hundred years; about four months to be exact, since I've last blogged. I had a book release scheduled for December 17th and was already having problems, but then I got sidetracked. I have a good reason, tho. It's a doctor's note reason, actually. You see, I live in an apartment on the fourth floor. Because I'm on the top level, I have vaulted ceilings. When I need to go up high, I have a four step ladder but I call it a three step; on account I only go as high as the third step. I seldom use this ladder because I have a two-step stepping ladder that I use when I'm getting stuff off the top shelf.  I'm a shortcake (5'4), which is kind of average but most consider that short. This is my go-to ladder for almost everything so I always grab it. Anyhoo, I have a sliding patio door with those long, ugly blinds. I actually really dislike looking at them, so when I moved in, I hung curtains.

Hello My Lovelies! Yes, I know...it's been AGES!!! I've had so many health issues this year that it took up most of my time. I also have never ending drama in the work place to deal with and while I'm no closer to a resolution on it, I have found some common ground to stand on. I'm thankful for that. The fact that I didn't have a psychotic break was refreshing. Held it together - yay me! Anyhoo, I feel the need to reiterate something that's been renting space in my head as of late - work place friends. I had an interesting discussion with some friends over the weekend; you know...after my Star Wars binge out at the local multiplex. You're not a nerd if you see it just once! No, I wanted to get my friends' opinion of some things. Then I had an issue (when am I ever  NOT in some sassafrassing drama??) with someone at work when she called us "friends." I immediately said, no, we're not; we're "frienemies." I know

Let's have this discussion again. I don't think ya heard me the first time. We'll try it in a different way...because I'm extra like that. Hello, My Lovelies! This is a cake. It’s a very beautiful chocolate cake and probably very delicious. “ We ” didn’t get a piece. There’s a reason for that: “ We ” were too busy being extra and ratchet. Let me explain. Imagine, if you will: Ten ladies at a round table – five ladies on one side, and five on the other side: a dark skinned lady, light skinned lady with long, wavy hair, a lady with a weave, a lady with an afro and a lady with a perm. And then there’s that beautiful cake in front of them. It’s a fairly large chocolate cake with three layers and ten pieces are already cut, just waiting to be served. This is how this conversation went: One of the ladies leans in closer to the lady with the weave and delicately whispers, “you know, the dark skinned lady is going after your job.”  T