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Facebook Presence by Carla Thorpe

Social Media is the biggest technique that all industries are using to reach their potential clients.  It is a location to post info, create a conversation, and invite strangers to learn about your product.  Being a writer, it is important to create the publicity that you want.  This is especially true for writers that do not have a publicist. 

Having a profile on Facebook is a plus because current, past, and future lovers of your work can be in contact with you.  The most professional feature is creating a fan page. 

By creating a fan page you can:

  • Highlight key items about your work
  • Have contest
  • Create an ad to be shared to your potential market on Facebook
  • Post events
  • Post photos
  • Share the experiences of being a writer

This is just another way to enhance your career and marketing. 

You might think it is difficult to create, but luckily with the staff at Facebook you can easily get all the assistance you need with creating your fan page.  Also, on a weekly basis, you can search out courses about Facebook and the benefits of it to you. 

Don’t let the opportunity to create more of a customer base pass you by.


Meet the Blogger

Carla Thorpe

Ms. Carla Thorpe has a passion for using her literary talent to motivate and help others. She has taken English and Creative Writing courses at Norfolk State University. Her talent for writing has gotten her works in renowned publications such as Stylistic News, Brown Gurl Magazine, The Examiner (online) & The Review Magazine. Taking this talent to another level she designed “Persevere Newsletter” to Inspire and Motivate The Masses.

Author’s Blog: http://creativecwrites.blogspot.com

2010 National Black Book Club Conference: From an Author POV by Joy Farrington

Joy Farrington and the W.O.W Book Club

Last weekend (July 30-Aug 1st), I attended the 8th Annual National Black Book Club Conference for the very first time. An event, I should mention, that is circled months in advance on many book club presidents’ calendar. The NBCC is organized by author, Curtis Bunn and was created as a means for book clubs to connect with each other and meet with their favorite AA authors at the same time. 

Although I am president of Nubian Sistas Book Club, and knew about the event for years, I’ve never attended the NBCC before. But since I had a book published earlier this year which just so happened to be written for book clubs, I thought this would be the perfect venue to showcase my baby. 

So in early February, I emailed Curtis and asked him if he had any vending space available. He replied back with a “no, but I’ll see what I can do.” Within an hour, Curtis e-mailed me back letting me know he had a table for me and I was elated. So I purchased the table on the spot and started to make plans for my trip.
Fast Forward to Months Later….
I arrived at the event on Saturday, a day late due to my schedule and flight delay (SIDE NOTE: Spirit Air is a hot mess). Although I was tired, I arrived at the Hyatt Regency Atlanta excited to meet so many book clubbers. So after navigating around the hotel, I found the registration desk and proudly announced to the volunteer that I was a registering author.
“You’re name?”

“Joy Farrington.”

Curtis, who was also sitting behind the table, replied “Joy? We were expected you yesterday. I thought you weren’t coming so I gave your table to another author.”
Now for you authors out there you can just imagine the combination of dread mixed in with a hint of “oh hell naw” that I experience at that very moment. But being the Lit Diva that I am, I remained calmed (or at least what I hope was the appearance of calm) and proceeded to followed Curtis as he soon requested.

Me with Troy Johndon of AALBC and a book clubber

We walked toward the back of the conference area where there was a room set up to be filled with other authors pushing their wares. He scanned the room and noticing there was no place to squeeze in a table for me, said he would return and walked off to who-knows-where. So I stayed behind and waited but tired as all hell, I sat down in someone’s empty chair, not really caring who it belong to at that moment. Across from me sat Tina Brook-McKinney, an author I knew by name but never met before. We began chatting about the NBCC and other author gossip while I waited for Curtis to return. A few minutes later he came back and told me he found something for me. Now I was imagining being place in a corner off in the wayside where I would need carriers pigeons to relay messages to and from the other authors. But lo and behold, Curtis hooked me up with some prime real estate near the front entrance where the majority of the breakout sessions were being held.


So I began setting up shop and barely starting placing up my signage when I heard something that every new author dreams about hearing “Oh I was looking for you yesterday… I wanted to purchase your book.” (SIDE NOTE: Shouts out to Tracy B. – you really made my day when you said that.) So with a big grin I sold my first copy within minutes of setting up my display and I didn’t stop selling till around 4pm when things started to die down.

As the day progress, I met and reconnected with some really great people including Troy Johnson from AALBC, Travis Hunter, Reshonda Tate Billingsley, J. Thurman, Tee C. Royal from RAW Sistaz, TaNisha Webb of KC Girlfriends Book Club and the list goes on and on and on…

That evening was the Red Carpet author affair followed by the banquet dinner. I heard it was really nice and everyone enjoyed themselves. I can’t speak any further about this however, because while everyone was mingling and having a great time, I was laid up in my hotel room pass out on my bed from complete exhaustion. Lying next to me was a really cute black and gold dress that I had attended to wear that evening. And although no one saw me in it, my dress was so cute, I wanted to mention it here.

Author, Curtis Bunn

The following day I had the pleasure of being part of  the book club panel  about “Maximizing your Book Club Experience” which was moderated by TaNisha Webb. This was followed by the “NBCC Wrap-Up” moderated by Curtis Bunn. It was during the wrap up that I really saw the love everyone had for each other in the room. And although at this point in the event, only some of us were still wearing our name tags, I noticed that Curtis seemed to know everyone by name regardless of the fact.

My experience at the NBCC was amazing. The book clubs there gave so much love to the authors and it’s such a pleasure to be among so many book lovers. For authors, I would recommend attending the NBCC since it’s a great place to meet and network with book clubs. Book clubs have been the grass root of many AA authors and without their support is would be very difficult to succeed in the book game.

The event was well-organized, especially when you considered the fact that Curtis wore the majority of the hats (SIDE NOTE: I’ve been to some literary events that put the F in WTF so believe me when I say it was well-organized) and the book clubs were getting a kick out of meeting their favorite authors who were in attendance by the drove.

I will definitely be attending the NBCC next year but this time, I’m bringing my book club with me. If I knew how much fun this event was I would have made plans for us to attend years ago.

Summer Reading Pick #4 “Ghetto Sin-Phony” by R. McCall

Video Reading by the author
Book Excerpt:
Boom!!!! “Freeze” screamed the first Narc through the door followed by his team of heavily armed officers. They came in with guns drawn, flooding the small Plainfield apartment as the young hustlers inside scattered toward windows and the bathroom in hopes of escaping the grips of incarceration and getting rid of the product which would surely land them in prison for a substantial amount of time.
It all seemed to be happening in a hazy blur as Rameek Matthews , a.k.a Rated-R, stood motionless like a deer caught in head lights staring blankly through bloodshot eyes. It was the rookie hustlers first raid and it took a second for his weed fogged mind to alert his body to react, but soon as it did he found himself panic-strickenly scurrying towards an open window with thoughts of slipping down the fire escape. Those thoughts were immediately cut short though when he felt himself being tackled to the ground by a steroid induced, John Cena looking officer.
“Don’t move punk”!The Narc informed him as he forcefully shoved a knee into Rated-R’s back while cuffing him.
Hearing all the commotion going on from the bedroom where he laid cuddled with a slim redbone, another young hustler by the name of Young Trigga instantly knew what was going on. Without a second thought he jumped out of the bed butt a– naked and reached for the loaded semi-automatic on the nightstand next to him. Fear of being placed in a small, dank, cold cell ran through his mental as the PCP induced teenager lived up to his deadly moniker.
The first officer through the bedroom door received a slug to his protective chest armor followed by another to his unprotected neck and another ripping off his lower jaw bone. The officer managed to let off a few wayward shots which hit the girl in the bed and the wall as he fell backwards screaming in a gurgling, death curdling howl.
“Shots Fired!” yelled the lead officer. They wasted no time entering the bedroom with their guns blazing. Seeing their fellow officer down only enraged the Plainfield Narcotics Officers, causing each of them to unload their clips on Young Trigga like a firing squad. A few minutes later Rated-R and his crew were in custody and one of his boys bullet ridden body laid in a pool of blood on the bedroom floor.
It wasn’t their biggest bust, but The Plainfield Narcotics Division was surely pleased with the $200,000 worth of crack cocaine they did recover along with the numerous unregistered hand guns and confiscated money. What they weren’t pleased with was seeing their fellow officer getting wheeled out of there on a stretcher in critical condition with half his face torn off.
The group of young hustlers were being led out in cuffs as the Lil’ Wayne track still blasted from the c.d. player inside of the apartment.
“Man f–k these niggaz, I’m a spare everything but these niggaz. I’ll flip the gun & gun butt these niggaz, take the knife off the A.K. & cut these niggaz…YEEEAAA! And f–k these b—hes, I swear i care everything but these b—-hes. I-I Don’t care, i so what these b—hes. And i’ll put Young Moola way above these b—hes. If it aint broke dont break it. And if it aint shook I’m goin’ shake ’em. Hope i don’t look weak cuz, when a wolf cry wolf you still see that wolf’s teeth, MUTHAF–KAAAA!”
Hours later in a holding tank at the Plainfield Police department Rated-R was finally allowed his one phone call after being finger printed and processed.
“Listen bay-girl, they ain’t set no bail for me yet but get cha ass down here with the money i left in the cut for situations like this cuz i aint tryin’ to sleep on this hard ass wooden slab tonight.” He instructed to his girlfriend and mother of his first born.
After giving out orders and saying his I love you’s Rated-R hung up and was escorted back 2 his cell.
“Aye yoooo Buck!” He yelled through the cell bars at one of his co-defendants.
Joseph “Buckey” Jones, a.k.a Buckshot laid on the hard wooden slab that acts as a bed and snapped out of his thousands thoughts that was running through his mind.” Whatz good my nigga?”
“Did u ever get in contact with ya peoples?”
“Nah, aint nobody answerin’ right now. Whatz good with u tho?”
“I got in contact with wifey and she on her way up as we speak 2 post my bail”
“Say no more my nigga. Yo…when u get out go by my crib and tell my shorty 2 call up here & find how much my bail is & hit da stash & come get me cuz I aint tryin’ spend da night on this dis hard ass wood either.”
“U already know my nigga..I gotchu.
“I can’t believe diz sh-t.” Yelled Darius Willams a.k.a D-Nice, another one of his co-D’s.” I just got dat apartment & now I’m about at lose dat s–t. If I have 2 do a bid Tanya aint gonna be able 2 hold dat s–t down. Dat b—h don’t gotta job. Damn…I just brought a 50 inch flat screen & ey’thing.Da Benz aint paid 4 or nuttin’”
“U should’ve been prepared her 4 situations like dis. Datz y I been mentally prepared Wifey from day one what 2 do if dis type s–t happened. U was 2 busy trickin’ on them h–s and spoilin’ dat broad u 4got 2 school her 2 da game my nigga. Don’t worry…I’m a put something’ towardz ya s–t & when u touch get dat b—h mind right cuz if we gotta do some time u gotta have a ryda on ya side & if she aint gonna ride u gonna be f—-d.I done seen 2 many real niggaz fall victim 2 a grimy b—h when Buck chimed in.” Alotta b—-s aint built 4 dis and if u know ya b—-h u already know if she a soilder or not. Most b–ches jump ship and move on 2 da next nigga getting’ it when they dude get knocked cuz they don’t know nothing’ else. U got dat b—h addicted 2 a lifestyle she not gonna wanna give up.I hope u got some plan B’s just in case cuz I aint depending on my broad 4 s–t. I got Tisha, Courtney,& Jessica on da team so if I gotta do a bid I know dem b—hes gonna give they last 4 a nigga after all da s–t I done 4 them. And I got a lil’ sumptin’ put up 2 cum home 2 y digg!”
“Maaaann, f–k all dat. Them pigz pushed Triggz s–t back.” Hollered another co-defendant.
“I know, datz f–ked up dat nigga went out like dat. Dat wet must’ve had him gone cuz I heard him blastin’ soon as they went in da room.” Buck hollerd back.
“Yo Phatz…Steele.” R. yelled.
“Yooooo,” both men answered simultaneously.
“Just H-e checkin’.” He chuckled playfully.
They all continued to converse through the bars about the events of the night and what laid ahead for them until their family and girls came to post their bails.
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Summer Reading Pick #2: “Bad Blood” by Tuffy

Today’s Pick is “Bad Blood” from up and coming author, Tuffy.

About The Book:

Champ is a breadwinner on one of the highest levels in the drug game in Philadelphia. Although the game proves to be very profitable it is also full of Bad Blood. Through much tension and difficulty, Champ tries to keep his cool. However, the actions of his lifelong friend makes it close to impossible for him to do so. Despite the negativity associated with being in the drug game, Champ strives to remain of good character. They say good guys finish last but Champ aims to be the exception to the rule.

      The author, Tuffy, takes you on a vivid and edgy ride through the roughest streets of Philadelphia as Champ tries his hardest not to finish last. Brace yourself! 

Quickie Book Excerpt:

Ern pulled up to his house in his work truck. He sat in the car thinking of the conversation he had with his right-hand-man, Tone. He had expressed to Tone that he was done with breaking his kilos down and selling them in portions. Tone understood where Ern was coming from because they were getting too many kilos and far too much money to be breaking down at this point. What Tone didn’t understand was the fact that Ern was prepared to leave the streets alone all together at the end of the year. Ern had made enough money and he had a multitude of legit ventures that would allow him to live comfortably. His focus now was on spending time with his wife and watching his son grow up.

      Tone didn’t understand how niggas always talked about retiring from the streets. He didn’t have a wife or kids, so he was married to and his commitment was to the streets. As far as he was concerned, Ern could retire right now because he was prepared to be a bricklayer until death do him part. As Ern put the key in the door, he was thinking of how ignorant Tone was. He had to smile at the thought of Tone acting dramatic and saying over and over with a silly smirk on his face, “I’m married to the game and I don’t believe in divorce.”

      Ern genuinely loved Tone and he would never try to belittle him by telling him how dumb he appeared by considering the game to be his wife. Ern knew that the game didn’t love nobody. His train of thought was broken when he opened the door to his house and his son ran up to meet him. 

  Micky was getting bigger by the day and the older he got the more he resembled Ern. He was Ern’s only child and his pride and joy.

    “Dad, the Lakers play the Sixers this weekend at the Wachovia Center. Please tell me that we have tickets.”

  “We always have tickets.”


      Micky was excited about going to the game. He took the bags out of Ern’s hand and put them in the kitchen before he ran upstairs to take his shower before going to bed. Ern walked into the kitchen where he was greeted with a hug and a kiss from Sharon. She had his dinner plate on the table already warmed up. They sat at the table together and discussed each other’s day as Ern ate his dinner. 

  Once he finished eating, Ern went upstairs to his office to straighten out a few things while Sharon cleaned the kitchen. His office was his own space, he would often go there to clear his mind and obtain tranquility. He sat behind his desk listening to his voicemail on the intercom of his business line. He picked up the picture that sat on his desk of him, Tone, Bingo, and Champ. They were all childhood friends but he looked at them more as brothers. As far as Ern was concerned, it was a family photo. The picture was taken at A.I.’s All Star Weekend Party in the Gallery. He smiled at the picture as he reminisced on how they outshined all the out-of-towners that came into Philly for that weekend. The ringing of his phone forced him to cut his flashback short. 


  “Yizzo, my nigga. I’m just making sure you got in the crib safe,” Tone said, checking in on Ern.

      “Yeah, I’m good.”

      “Ok Ern, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

      They said their good-byes and hung up. Ern finished up in his office and went into his bedroom where Sharon was already waiting. She had finished in the kitchen ten minutes ago. Micky peeked his head in their room to say goodnight before he got into bed. Sharon and Ern talked briefly before they dozed off with the TV on.

  Micky’s screams filled the air and woke Ern and Sharon from their sleep. Before they could fully understand what was going on, they were looking down the barrels of guns held by three masked men standing beside their bed. Ern had never felt so helpless in his life. Losing his life came with the game, he knew that without a doubt, but he never planned on risking the life of his wife and son. 

  “Whatever y’all want I’ll give it to y’all…just don’t hurt my family,” Ern pleaded.

  “Shut the fuck up. If you follow instructions your family will be okay,” yelled the masked man, who seemed to be in charge.

  Just then, Micky came running into the room with nothing but his drawers on. He somehow managed to break free from the men who were in his room. He ran up to his dad and hugged him.

  “One more dumb-ass move like that and somebody is going to get shot,” the same man confirmed, while looking at Ern. 

  “I have plenty of money but there is only chump change here. I’ll pay y’all whatever, just let me and my family go.”

  “Ern, I know you’re a wealthy man. We’ve been instructed not to hurt your family so be easy. I do need you to tell your son and your wife to go with my men and for them to follow what’s asked of them.”

  Ern felt like shit having to send his wife and son off to follow the commands of a bunch of thugs but he knew it was their best chance at surviving. Sharon followed behind the masked men in her bra and boy shorts. She held Micky’s hand tightly as he attempted to look back to see his Dad. They got to the end of the hallway and the men instructed them to lie down so they could duct-tape their hands and feet. They took care of Sharon first. When they were about to restrain Micky, several shots rang out from the room Ern was in. Micky yanked away and ran toward the room. Before he got to the door, the masked men came running out and headed down the steps. Micky ran to his father’s side but it was too late. His hero was dead and his world was crushed… 

To purchase the book online, please visit the author’s website at www.TuffInkPublications.com