As a writer, editor and publisher, I have strange liaisons, just like in life, that speak to me and send me on journeys I did not expect.
The man above is named Jayson Davis. He is my writing partner and close friend. He is a Harlem OG, a Blood, as am I – honorary only. I met him when I published a book with his poems. I held on to him for dear life for his writing ability and GENIUS ability to plot.
Many practicing and reformed criminals are great at the plot. Clever, in their world, is life and death. In a book, it’s just fun.
Since I am a middle-aged woman, Jay and I thought it might be fun for some gangsters to help a white woman get her cheating husband back in line. I had the middle-aged woman feelings, Jay had the clever.
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