Meet Paris: An Interview With My Main Character #MondayBlogs #amwriting


Happy Monday, everyone! How was your weekend?

Today, I have for you is an interview with Paris Thompson. She’s the female main character who has been through a lot of obstacles and had fought to overcome them.

***If you haven’t read Trenton’s interview (Paris’ boyfriend/male main character), please do so by going here.

1. Tell us about yourself, Paris.

Hi everyone! Great to be here. Well, a little about me, I’m a 18-year-old college student majoring in nursing. One sister, no brothers. My parents are divorced. Hmm… what else? I’m currently in therapy for my PTSD. Uh, I had some things in life that threw lemons and dropped rocks on my head. I’m still overcoming the night of my attack, and have nightmares… Can we move on, please?

2. Sure. Do you consider yourself an introvert or extrovert?

I’m an introvert most definitely. I’m far from being a social butterfly. It’s very hard to get me to go out and party; I prefer to sit at home, read and watch movies.

At times, I can be even-tempered, then when something sets me off, I get aggressive, moody, and/or too quiet. I can’t let anything go.

3. If I asked you to write an entry in your journal, what would it be about?

It would be about how I’m progressing every day with therapy, and my views on life.

4. What parts of loving come easy to you?

Parts of? (Frowning) Girl, I don’t know what you mean. As in sex “loving” or loving someone?

(Loving someone, or yourself.) Oh. (Lol.)

Well, what I’ve learned is that you have to first love yourself. I thought I once have. I love every part of myself, inside and out. From my physical features to my whole being- the good and the bad and nurturing myself back to fullness, mentally and spiritually. I’m not beating myself up anymore over things I can’t change.

Loving someone, um..hmm… the closeness for sure. Nothing like feeling like you can bond with someone on some deeper level, and connecting on a higher level. The passion- being fully committed to each other and willing to make it work. It more than just the sexual attraction, which nothing is wrong with that, you got to have more.

Love isn’t easy. I know that now. It’s an unhurried and fulfilling process with the right one. With me and Trent, we’re taking it slow, and rebuilding one day at a time.

5. What can you tell us about yourself that most people, like family for instance, doesn’t know?

I, uh- hmm… I can’t say at the moment. (Looking nervously around, twiddling her thumbs.)

6. Did you have a happy childhood?Why or why not?

My childhood was okay. My parents tried to make it work being married to each other. They get along well now; sometimes I feel like they do it just for my benefit. They love me; I love them dearly, and they have some kind of love still for each other.

I had only one friend my entire life. My childhood is like any other person’s. Can’t really complain. Then again, there are some dark secrets I’m harboring. Don’t ask what they are, because I couldn’t even say them in the last question.

7. What matters the most to you in life?

Pamela, what matters most to me in life is being happy. And being peaceful. You got to have that. I always felt like no matter what you do, it will never be good enough for anybody. I’m just glad I had suportive family who was there for me even when I was too ashamed to tell them what happened to me and all the unthinkable things I’ve done. Family that cares about you matters.

8. What are some of your interests?
(Smiling) My interests are: reading fiction books by Kimberla Lawson Roby, Carl Weber, E. L. James, James Patterson, and Eric Jerome Dickey. They are my faves. There’s nothing like curling up with a good book and dare someone to bother you.

I like volunteering in the community. Right now, I volunteer at my local hospital. I absolutely love helping the elderly and being there for them in their time of need.

I enjoyed watching horror and romance movies, baking, and riding bikes together with my fam.

9. What is your greatest regret?

My biggest regret is meeting this girl named Caitlin. Gosh! I was so stupid for hanging with her when I knew she was bad news. There was signs pointing in every direction, but did I take heed?- no! I kept going around the damn girl because she brought excitement into my life, thrills, the glamorous life.

At times, I was bored because I had nothing else better to do with myself. She was an outlet for me. However, all that led to my boyfriend and me having a strained relationship; I nearly lost him, and I ended up being addicted to sex and drugs. I lost my self-respect and dignity. Oh, yeah, I ended up in a nuthouse. So, yeah, I regretted meeting HER!

10. If you could change anything about your life, what would it be?

Basically what I’ve mentioned for the last question. So, I would changed my vulnerability towards the people I meet. I would change my ability to be more focus when times get tough; especially when last year upon meeting Caitlin, I felt abandoned or neglected by those I love. She used that time of weakness to prey on me. I want to change to being a MUCH better me, one day at a time.

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This concludes my interview with Paris. Thank you, Paris!

I hope to you all that this interview helps give you a clear understanding on who Paris is and what she shared with us today. Her life was distressing at times, but worth writing about, because I felt empathy towards her struggles, trials, and determination to turned her life around.

As for the part 2 of Trent’s interview, I’m still waiting for a response on when he is available since our interview was previously cut short and he had more to share with us.

Thank you for stopping by and reading!

©2016 Pamela E. Hester

Sometimes, Giving Up On Love Hurts 


From my novel, #SecretsUnveil that I #amquerying about.

At times, leaving feels like the right thing for a person to do. You have to do what’s in your heart. Whether it’s a relationship/marriage or a job, do it for YOU. Because time, especially wasted time, is something you simply cannot get back. Like always, you take what you’ve learned from it, and move forward in your life.

Enjoy your day, loves. 🌹

Pamela E. Hester ©2017

Getting Started #NaNoWriMo #AmWriting 


So, I have decided at  the last minute to go ahead and signed up for the writing challenge, event, or whatever my racing mind is telling me.

Oh, I’ve been busy lately and I apologize if I haven’t visited your blog like I should. Though, I may not post much for this November month, but I will check out your posts every now and then. Please bare with me. I also have books to catch up on to read. Can’t wait to start reading them soon. 

Most of you already know what NaNoWriMo is. For others, it is a writing event where you write a novel in 30 days with the goal is to have 50,000 words by the end of the month of November.

30 days?! Yes. indeed. I had avoided it last time because I had just finished a writing challenge called, Mary B. Morisson’s Write A Novel In 90 Days. I had finished the challenge, mind you, and find myself editing, editing editing. It was a rewrite for Secrets Unveil. I’m afraid to let it go. Like a mother sending her child off into the cruel, mean world. (Sniff, sniff.) 

For this challenge, I’m writing the sequel to my novel. Since this is my first for NaNoWriMo, I’m not sure what to expect. I’m proceeding with caution. For the 90-day challenge, I had outlined chapter by chapter on index cards, and done necessary research and wrote them down on notebook paper. In future posts, I will share my journey with you and upload anything I’ll like to share.

My characters, Paris and Trenton, are such loving  and complex characters. I’m not sure what rabbit hole or hell they will take me. I have a love/hate relationship with them and believe they have succeeded in double-teaming me. lol.

Man, oh man, can  I do this? I asked myself. I’m already a procrastinator, but this challenge just may discipline me. You can add me as a buddy- my username is Kphoenix1.

That’s all for today. Who else have joined? Have you done it before, if so, what are your thoughts about it?

***This week’s posts are pre-scheduled.

What Are You Waiting On? #amwriting #fiction


Excerpt from Secrets Unveil

 

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The wind was picking up, and it was feeling very cozy outside. The group around the table began to talk on another random subject until Rachelle started to speak up about what she was supposed to keep quiet about, again. She wanted to get back at her mom for keeping her from being with her boyfriend whom she hasn’t seen in months and when he finally came back to their island, her mother forbade her to bring him like she was some silly child.

“Yeah, Trenton is a good person. He has a lot of decent traits. It’s sad that he doesn’t know that daddy isn’t his real dad,” Rachelle calmly confirmed, folding her napkin in slow motion waiting for the drama apocalypse to unfold.

“What???” Everyone except Clifton, Shauna, and Garcelle exclaimed. Even Carmen and Trent had to open their eyes for this one.

“Chelly, what did you say?” Trent asks her, gently pushing Carmen aside. He moved back to his seat at the table and so did Carmen.

“I said-” Rachelle began to say, mouth agape.

“Rachelle Davina Devereux, say one… more… word!” Garcelle warned her. She had a stern look upon her face. She held her left index finger to her daughter’s face.

“Momma, what’s so secretive? Chelle, what’s up? You said that daddy wasn’t my real dad, then who is?” Trent leans forward; his head cocked to the side.

Everyone saw that Sean’s parents and Garcelle were shaking their heads sadly as if Rachelle was about to disclose a dirty little secret. Sean was wondering why his parents were acting so strange. They couldn’t even look at him.

“Mom, he has to know.” Rachelle whispers to her mother, giving her a long look.

“Not yet.” Garcelle whispers back to her daughter. ” Please, don’t say-”

“You’re not our brother! I wish you were, but you’re not. We don’t have the same father.” Rachelle said in a rush. Her eyes darted furiously around at the shocked spectators.  Her heart started beating faster than it ever did. She sweated, waiting on her mother’s infamous slaps coming.

 

In response to the Daily Prompt: Waiting

Pamela E. Hester ©2016