This book is about an average young lady (which could be anyone of us) doing her daily scores, loving her hard-working parents, being happy with her friends, going to church and school, innocent of the world and its twists and turns, just living her life as normal as any other child in her one main street town. This all drastically changed on her way in the dark one evening to visit her best friend, on the other side of town, when she encountered a couple of drunken cowboys heading out of the town saloon. Whom quickly decided to take advantage of her fragility and innocence, by grabbing her as she went by them; dragging her into the nearby ditches. Luckily, her screams were heard by an elderly cowhand, who was coming out of the saloon to empty his bladder, as serendipity would have it, in the same ditches, who fired shots in the air, scaring the hooligans away fleeing down the dark alley. Her heart was racing as she fled for home, running with all the strength she could muster, running up the stairs of her nearby house, diving into her bed, crying into her pillows, as the savagery of grown-ups machinations hit her squarely in the face.
She stayed awake all night, into the early morning, thinking hard of ways to defend herself as a young woman, in a menÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s world, how to strengthen her fortitude and formulate earning potential to buffer her independence of the the world around her.
|Black and White
|6.000" x 9.000" (229mm x 152mm)
Seven years ago, I challenged myself to see if I could write, I could sing quite well, knew about chords and scales; as I had been doing some voice lessons, had written a couple of songs; which I kept to myself, but did not have the heart to enter the singing world.
The following year, I got a new job, which took up most of my time, knowing the ins and outs aspects of what was required to be successful in the new college the environment of New York City a year later, I was taken over by the fervent urge to write. I would be in bed and a couple of sentences hit me, I would jump up and go write, In the mornings, before I got ready for work, I would write a couple of sentences, etc., etc., etc. I was in a writing heat but did not know what it was. Actually, it was later, when I did the research, I found out that I was just the medium, that the book was actually writing me.
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