“It’s difficult to classify myself solely as a writer of romance, when in fact writing about women’s lives, and the complexities that has gone into making her that woman, entails a great deal more than romance.”
I’m feeling emotional. When a writer dies, a whole Library is lost.
When my author bredren, Kwame McPherson messaged me with the saddest news that our author friend, Roslyn Blaize had joined the ancestors, it was a kick in the gut, a trigger linking me back to the ever changing shape of grief that has shadowed me since 2020, the loss of my first love.
I had known Rose, (what we called her) for just over a year. She interviewed me on her Media Network TV Book Show in 2020.
She kindly hosted my online book launch for my second novel, Love Again . . . she was absolutely amazing, awesome, warm & funny, full on intelligence & a great reviewer & lover of books. A great conversationalist & debater.
She was an emerging author, her book, ‘Truthinghdom’ was published by Austin Macauley & her YA book, Shadow Shadow, was her accomplished dream.
She hosted her own Book Show on Medianetlive TV, where as I said before, I was fortunate enough to be interviewed by her. She was a true professional & took pride in her work as a social worker, a broadcaster & an author. She had the most delicious radio voice which could read you to sleep. I wish you could’ve known her too.
RIP ROSLYN BLAIZE AUTHOR ✍️
I know you’ll be writing masterpieces in Paradise 🙏🏾
Sending prayers & condolences to her children and wider family🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾
My kind of weather - I just love the sunshine - it immediately lifts my spirit & chase any blues away.
I hosted a one day creative writing workshop for female prison officers - I thoroughly enjoyed the day & the enthusiasm of the women who took part. I’ve been invited back to deliver workshops to the officers & their female clients, which I’m looking forward to.
I’m enjoying an alternative Bank Holiday here in the UK, the last days before writing takes front stage again.
With no Notting Hill Carnival for the second year running, we’ve got to get creative with our free time, time we would usually spend with family & friends, enjoying life.
Little Venice in the London borough of Westminster, surprised me with its columns of barges, taking me back to pages in my school history books - the boat cafes & local wild life gave us a little excitement.
The one missing thing is the summer sun 🌞 we’ve had very little in the UK.
I was 7 years-old when I left Jamaica and joined my parents and big sister in the UK.
I was driven straight to Hertfordshire where I lived until I left home at 19 & headed for the bright lights of London - never did get to see the bright lights, Lol 😂
I have never forgotten my homeland, as soon as I had children, my partner and I took them to experience that wonderful island every summer & I’m proud that they all love Jamaica as much as their parents.
My first novel, Swimming With Fishes, was partially set on that beautiful island.
The island has its problems like we know, but the island isn’t a problem - it’s some of the people that inhabit the island that causes the problem.
Jamaica remains one of my favourite places to write.
Cheers. Here’s to my work-in-progress, my next novel, Life Happens.
About three sisters, two of them separated in their early teens from their albino sister by their emotionally constipated and disturbed father.
The sisters spend the next twenty-five-years trying to find each other, while coping with the journey of life and all life brings. Joy, pain, success, distress, love, heartbreak, trauma, loneliness & self-actualisation. Because.
When you go out to lunch and your date is your book. LOL. 🤣🤣🤣
I got me this weird habit of always carrying around a copy or copies of my book, if not in my hand bag, then there’s always one in my car.
It comes in handy when I bump into someone I haven’t seen in a while and they ask me what I’m doing now, I whisk out my book and there always follows an excited conversation where I’m bombarded with questions about my literary journey, which always lead to a confession in them always wanting to write a book/memoirs, but how? They want to know.