Simply Cheris. . .

So, as part of my Sunday writing routine, I watch Jem and the Holograms —the cartoon not that craptistic movie! Well, the Jacqui Benton episode came on. And I got totally pissed off again. In this episode, we discover the Synergy, the computer that created Jem and the Holograms was built by her father in her mother's likeness. For that damned punk ass screen writer to turn Synergy into a Furby is just stupid, dumb, worst thing ever! And one million dollars was too much for that crappy movie to make! I'd watch Hannah Montana before I watch that stupid ass movie! This is Synergy This is some bullshit

I used to walk around with a smile on my face all the time. I didn't want to be labeled as an angry black woman. I did that for a year. That shit was painful. My day job has me working in a male dominated industry and for some of the people I work with think a smile is a sign of weakness. A smile means you're laying out the welcome mat for people to step on you. And I've been stepped on a few times. I thought about Paul Lawrence Dunbar's epic poem, We All Wear the Mask , when mine slipped one day. W E  wear the mask that grins and lies,     It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—     This debt we pay to human guile;     With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,     And mouth with myriad subtleties.     Why should the world be over-wise,     In counting all our tears and sighs?     Nay, let them only see us, while             We wear the mask.     We smile, but, O grea...

The older I get, the more people ask questions about my love life. It's as if a woman over 30 has to be married, engaged, pregnant or already a mother for her life to be meaningful. And then there's the fact that I write romance novels. Girl, don't you have a man? Well, if I hear that question one time, I'm going to slap somebody.  But, who wants an assault charge because she hit Ms. Mary from the church? So I have a surefire way to stop all of these questions. Number one:   Because I'm secretly Catwoman and I'm waiting for Batman to come and make my life better.   Number two: Everything I learned about dating, I learned from watching Victor and Nikki on T he Young and The Restless . I just can't find a man rich enough and dramatic enough to make me want to be in a relationship. Number three : Not old enough to be a cougar yet. I want to combine a relationship with motherhood without the stretch marks. Number four: My parents like everyone that I date, ...

I hate last minute BS. I can't stand the fact that someone makes their lack of planning my emergency. I hate cliche phrases that people use hoping to make your situation better. I hate liars. I can't stand smart dummies. I really hate day old coffee. I hate rewrites of my work done by overzealous editors. I mean, seriously, you didn't come up with said idea so you don't know what I mean! I hate bad things that happen to children. I really can't stand people who assume things about me because they see my tattoos. I really, really, can't stand sorry ass fathers who ruin their children's lives by not giving a damn! I hate typos, especially mine my own and ones edited into my work. I hate the damned term BODICE RIPPER. Do people realize how much lingerie costs?! Whew. . .I'm glad I got that out of my system.