Biography

Hello!!

Or, to quote me li'l nephew as he emerge from he parents' bedroom and see me and me mother at they kitchen-table once upon a time in Florida:

HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

:-)

How you all doing, dear Friends?

I working on putting up de first manuscript for pre-order, online. Yes, I self-publishing. I ain't able look for literary agents. 

Here is what I figure. If I manage to sell plenty-plenty books, then the agent gon find me. hehe.

I got to write a biography of me.

I muster up this, which all of you who been following me blog for ages can figure out. I had to write it in English but I toying with writing it in we local lingua, Creolese.

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I live in Guyana, between Venezuela and Brazil, on the north-east tip of South America. 

Guyanese are not Latino though. We are, because of our history, like the people of Trinidad, Jamaica, Barbados and the rest of the West Indies. We are Asian, Caucasian, African, Syrian, Lebanese and more. Our official language is English but, as we are an ornery lot, we've concocted our very own colourful way of speaking. 

I am addicted to people, music, books, craft, art, earth, sky, sea.

I am an optimist trying to feel safe in an unsafe environment ( bandits, bandits everywhere). I daydream about rearing and training snakes, black widow spiders and geese to bite the bandits in their front and back ends.

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I think I gon write it in both English and Creolese.

That should be fun.

If writing ain't about experimenting and expressing the self, I ain't know what this world coming to.

I coming back soon to gyaff...chat...with y'all on y'all blogs.

I better get back to wuk...werk...work...

Mwah.

Books that make you feel better.

Dear Fellow-Bloggers-Friends and Passers-by,

There me was, one Friday in March...only a month ago and change...was a real nice afternoon, sea rockin' in the afternoon sunshine, I watchin' the water through me window, swingin' to a Trini song, famalaylaylay.

That very night, I cry meself to sleep.

Soon as I sit down from the dancin' and the watchin' of the sea and sun, the phone ring. A friend in Miami callin'.

Another friend, we former co-worker in The Island, die. The swine flu kerry she away.

She was one o' the kindest, sweetest, funniest, mad-craziest, most organised-est person you could ever know. She was more than friend to me. She was family.

I text me sister, and when she call, I break down in sobs.

Was dark, lonely days.  I haul meself out and start to walk - same ole surroundings but I discover something new-not-new-yet-new-again...if you know what I mean.

Early April, when the sun shine in me again, another sadness descend.

A family friend in the ICU. Every morning after dawn, I visit for a week. That man been good beyond good.  Gentle, with a playful, quiet sense of humour. Never carry baggage. Always had a wise word or a joke to share. Or a mint...you dare not cough, he would hand you a mint from he car pocket (he useta drive taxi). He and he wife did adore each other.

Yes.

Past tense.

He too gone.

Not long after that, I been to a dust-covered street in a small village, where another friend lose consciousness at she mother funeral.

You know what help me to not feel overwhelmed?

A book.

A book hilarious from start to end...Daisy Fay And The Miracle Man. If ever you dealin' with sadness, flu or anything that bring you down, read that book. I promise you, you gon recover like light switch flick on.

Speaking of books with humour!!

I got me book cover from the artist. It wild and mad and funny. My Florida brother did introduce me to the artist who been born in Guyana, study at Pratt Institute, now living in Florida. This chap is brilliant-brilliant!

I gone to write my book description now..........

If y'all know any books or films or videos or podcasts that full o' humour, please share!