Showing posts with label urban fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label urban fiction. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Urban/Street Fiction: Trash for Cash?

What's woody wood, grasshoppers?

The Coldest Winter Ever had changed the face of Black Literature.

Why? 


Because a lot of young, Black readers, according to statistics from inner city mom and pop book stores, are no longer interested in books by James Baldwin, Toni Morrison, Ralph Ellison and others from similar style of writings.

Every Black author who writes street novels need to thank Sistah Souljah because there was NO market for street novels before she dropped "The Coldest…"And they also need to thank Sistah Souljah for giving them a plot to write about since it seems like every urban fiction writer tries to recreate the same theme of her cult classic novel.

I remember shopping for books at Barnes and Noble back in high school and Donald Goines was probably the ONLY street novelist that dominated the shelves. Remind you, this was back around '99-2000.




Fast forward to 2008, and urban/street novels dominate the shelves. I call this, "The Sistah Souljah Effect". This era of street fiction reminds me when “Chick lit” was popular in the 1990's with books by Eric Jerome Dickey, Omar Tyree, and Terry McMillan dominating the scene.

But what disappoints me about upcoming Black writers (which I can also say about upcoming rappers) is that damn near EVERY street novel follows the same formula. The storylines and plots are basically the same:


1. Girl leaves home for big city/has abusive home life/raped by uncle, father, father figure/cousin/dad/someone

2. Winds up a stripper/ho/numbers runner/drug addict/drug dealer

3. Has unprotected sex/gets murdered/becomes a player or playette/baller

4. Boyfriend is either in jail/numbers runner/drug dealer/pimp

5. Either ends up: dead/own business/getting away from her past life


I’m not one of those uppity, self-righteous negroes who says (in nasal voice), "Street novels are ruining the images of Black people and quality of literature."


For the record, I LOVE tales about the streets; the drama, sex, violence and crime interest me. FEDS, ASIS and Don Diva magazines are my favorite joints, and those mags are street oriented.

But I always tell people; if you decide to write about the hood AT LEAST make your story DIFFERENT from what everyone else are writing. And I don’t even want to touch on the flood of spelling and grammatical errors. 

Good Laaaaaawd 

Readers need to demand thorough editing in books and the sharp use of grammar from novelist without the urge of wanting to grab a red pen to mark mistakes while reading. I’m not striving to “throw salt” in anyone’s game by down talking Black writers, but what saddens me is when I see wasted potential go down the drain when books display half hearted editing with unoriginal storylines.












However, street literature "speaks" the same language as their target audience (18-25 years of age) and provides an alternative from novels that appeal to the 30-45 age market. People who normally don’t read crave urban lit and the books generally serve as a tool to grab non-readers. On the other hand, what’s the use of speaking to an audience’s language without giving them some sort of food for thought?

The underlying problem is not street literature, but rather the lack of balance in the mainstream. If I want candy and potato chips, why can’t I ask for fruits and vegetables?

Fiction lacking substance are pushed harder than books that educate and entertain the public. While novelists need to grind hard to push their product, they also need a platform to display their literary talent. Not saying street literature fails to drop jewels, but there’s a thin line between writing realism and exploiting the underworld and its pitfalls, especially when writers dumb down for dollars.

Aight ya'll, I'm Audi 5000

Peace and Afro Grease

Nah'Sun the Great @ www.nahsunblaze.com



Thursday, October 2, 2014

THICK book series is NOW AVAILABLE on Kindle

What's woody wood, grasshopper?

All my books in the THICK series are now on the eBook format...

...Kindle through Amazon 

Yes, I've finally crossed the burning sands of eBook Nation

Enjoy your mental orgasm and bust a few nuts for me

Click here to order THICK 1

Click here to order THICK 2

Click here to order THICK 3

Peace

Nah'Sun the Great @ www.nahsunblaze.com





Saturday, April 19, 2014

The World Premier of THICK 4

What's woody wood, grasshoppers?

I'm 98 percent done with completing THICK 3 aka the novel commonly known as In The Thick of Things slated for a late-July release

That's why I haven't been blogging as much...writing a book is a bitch...even if the shit it's wack, it's still taxing on the mind and time...

...I'm gonna get back on my bullshit when I finish with THICK 3

And without furher ado, feast your eyes on the book cover for THICK 4 aka Thick and Thin

The Green Book




Peace

Nah'Sun @ www.nahsunblaze.com


Friday, December 6, 2013

Book Industry Drama

What's woody wood, family?
 

More book industry drama...

This situation is exactly why it's silly for an author to sign under another author's publishing house...


...it's a train wreck waiting to happen


Sit back, relax, and enjoy the nonsense...you know I did #Fuckery

http://rahiembrooks.blogspot.com/2013/12/the-james-scott-saga-what-not-to-expect.html 


Peace

Nah'Sun @ www.nahsunblaze.com

Friday, October 26, 2012

...'Cuz only a dog wants a bone


What’s woody, grasshoppers???

Treat yourself to a copy of my novel Thick When the Chances of Slim


If there’s a book that’s better than mine, that means I haven't written it yet


Who needs shades of grey when THICK is RED HOT!!!


Order yours today @ the company website
www.nahsunblaze.com

Thanks for the love and support


Peace


Nah’Sun the Great



Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Book Clubs Are Liars


Ayoooooooooo

Book clubs flip on me for some reason…I got the WORST luck when it comes to book clubs either inviting me for a meeting to discuss my books, or them following up when they say they will


It got to a point where whenever a book club member say to me, “I’m gonna contact you after I finish the book” I automatically assume they’re full of shit


They NEVER contact me…9 out of 10 times this is AFTER they claim they enjoyed the book…so I doubt it has anything to do with the content 


Damn...do I need to shoot a nigga to get someone's attention?...Shit...LOL

I guess this is the way of the industry *shrugs*


I remember at a book signing in Newark, New Jersey 3 years ago this lady who was part of a book club was interested in buying a book…our interaction took a wrong turn on Weird driving on Awkward boulevard after awhile…this is how the last part of the convo had went:


 

ME: Feel free to flip through the pages to see if you like it enough to buy it

HER: It looks real interesting. I think I’m gonna buy your book (she says as she flips through pages)


3 minutes later


HER: Okay, I gotta go. Bye


ME: (looks dumfounded as she leaves without buying a book)


 

Me and my homegirl (my assistant at the time) looked at each other like “what the fuck?”…we actually thought we had a sale…that’s how interested she was…LOL…shit was mad bizarre…she just bounced.

Til this day that’s the WEIRDEST interaction I’ve gotten from a perspective buyer…it just so happen to be a person from a book club


I’m not gonna go on a crusade against book clubs…some of them have been VERY supportive when it comes to buying books…it just bugs me out how they never hit me up when they say they will…especially when they give a SPECIFIC time period of them hitting me up

You might say, "maybe you should make the first step"...I don't think I should have to do that when someone cracks open the pandora's box of a light promise...If someone is REALLY interested in a person, place or thing, they'll go out their way to get it...simple as that


It’s like people’s word nowadays aren’t their bond…then again, I am dealing with industry folk


This older brother once said:


"My word is my bond, and my bond is life, and I will give my life before my word shall fail."


And when you deal with any industry, it’s like people are walking around dead when it comes to their word


Anyway…back to writing I go…I’m out


Peace


Nah’Sun the Great


Lampin in Miami with a supporter from a book club

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

UPDATE!!! 2012 Harlem Book Fair and Thick Girls Gone WILD



Abracadabra, people

It’s that time for the Harlem Book Fair again…yep, which means my Black ass won’t be purchasing a book vendor table


Why???

I’m walkin around with books and selling them straight out the knapsack, baby pa…you might think that’s bogus, but hey, if they let certain authors set up for free, I might as well do the same damn thing

All is fair in love and business

So when you see a bald headed brother who looks like a young Isaac Hayes with a green Michael Vick jersey and army shorts, that’s ME!!!

Stop to chop it up with me and buy a copy of Thick When the Chances are Slim

Oh yeah…about the sequel...

I’m halfway done with THICK 2 in the novel series…I think it’s dope…in fact, it’s so dope that I’m getting a hard one just from thinking about it

Okay…that’s too much info…I know, but fuck it…YOLO

LOL

Aight, enough with the pop culture clichés that’ll die out next year…I’m out

Holla at a playa when you see me on the “skreet”

Peace

Nah'Sun the Great
HARLEM BOOK FAIR

Saturday, July 21st, 2012

135th street between Lenox Ave and Adam Clayton Powell Blvd

12noon to 6pm

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Naked in Newark


What’s woody, grasshoppers?

I thought about bangin out another chapter of THICK 2…but I decided to bless ya’ll with another blog
 

The Newark Book Fair was this past Saturday…the joint was cool…didn’t have intentions to sell books…passing out bookmarks, hitting up lectures and making connects filled up my day

Besides Derrick Rose tearing his ACL against the 76ers in the playoffs at the same time I was there, my day was kool and the gang


Of course, you knew I had to pre-game with a bottle of henny in a juice bottle



 

I got my drank on @ Mansa Mussa’s lecture…he’s a collage artist based in New York…I’m not a lecture type of guy, but dude was interesting…we dialogued a couple times about artists quitting their day jobs to pursue their dreams



Artists should only quit their day jobs IF they have a killer hustling mentality…shyness will leave you broke and starving…if you’re not the type to run up on folks to promote and sell your product, then stay at your 9 to 5 until you at least make the same amount of money you’re making with your dream


Build your dynasty…patience is a bitter plant but its fruits are sweet


Speaking of dynasty, author Wahida Clark sure as hell knows how to hook up her tent…she got prime real estate and attracted a good crowd at her tent from time to time…she’s not a New York Times Best Selling author for nothing





 

I chopped it up with author JM Benjamin and copped his book…I think dude thought I was the police or something when I took pictures of him and others @ the event…he kept nervously looking around before I approached him.  

You know what….I don’t blame him…I would’ve reacted the same way…especially from someone rockin’ shades…heh heh




 

Some of you may know that I hate authors…hate is a strong word, but a substitute of being a loner in the game…I’m not in the book industry to make friends…sharing ideas and giving good advice to my colleagues are fine…I’m just not looking to "buddy buddy" with anyone…I’m not writing for popularity

I say that because I only vibe with a few authors…Erick S Gray is one of them…
 

Women gravitate toward this cat…I told him that this shorty I used to mess with saved a picture of him with his shirt off in the bathroom, and put it on her BlackBerry Messenger profile avatar…I jokingly told him that I was pissed because I thought I was her favorite author…LOL


 

The event attracted a good amount of folks, but not enough for these people to bring mad cases of books to sell…Gawd-Lee...I'm not even mad @ their high expectations...better safe than sorry


 

I’m against paying for vending @ book fairs…the vibe and energy @ the Newark book fair was so relaxing that I might break that principle and cop a table next year…it’s only 75 bucks, early bird special…I can make my money back with that fee and then some

I’ll most likely have two books out by then…Thick When the Chances are Slim and Thick in the Nick of Time


Aight ya’ll…I’m out


Hit me up on Facebook to check out more goodies and commentary on the 2012 Newark Book Fair @ www.facebook.com/nahsun


Hotep!


Nah’Sun



Thursday, April 26, 2012

The Making of Thick 2 Book Cover


Uh oh…it’s that time again

It’s that time to break down the book cover process…I’m gonna make this brief…Arm wrestling with the hands of time is draining …heck, I’m surprised I have time to draw up this blog

The show MUST go on

Aight…so I wanted a frontal image of a plus size woman…the illustrator for the original Thick book was missing in action for whatever reason

Shout out to Zach…where ever you are…hope all is well with you

Not getting a response from Zach through email had led me to hit up another secret weapon…Joshua…

I was kinda hard on Zach during the process of my Nah’Sun logo and the book cover to the original Thick…but hey…I want my shit done right and exact on the strength of how I see things

Make a long explanation short, I told my new illustrator, Joshua, what I envisioned for the one week assignment…he drew up a quick skeleton before going all the way in

  
That’s the skeleton of the original figure…Joshua felt that the woman needed more attitude…I’m not the type to put a lid on my illustrator's creative juices…so I let him do his thing

I fell back and wondered what he’d cooked up

He came up with…


The drawing was dope…I told him to take out the purple in the hair and parts of the body because this is the ORANGE BOOK of the series…Thick When the Chances are Slim is known as the RED BOOK

I’m tailoring my book covers of the Thick series to the Chakra…I might talk about the Chakra in a later blog when I have more time on my hands

Anyway…I told Joshua to take out the purple, and take out the black lines that separate the body parts…WIDER HIPS was also needed

Yep…I love wide hips…POW!


The changes were on point…I wanted a spaced out background…since the woman is the Queen of the Universe, I thought an orange spaced out background was fitting for her existence on earth (the black grass in the bottom of the book represents the earth)

I wanted the book to have an orange theme for the background…he went back to the drawing board and came up with…


Too red

Aight, chill…no worry

I told money about the red background…stubborn minds led to this…


Leave it to me to help out the sport...this version kinda reminds me of Storm from the X-Men

I didn’t wanna stress my guy over a minor (but major) part of the illustration…it’s not about getting angry or panicking over the small stuff…it’s about helping those who are helping you

The old saying of “one hand washes the other” when you’re on a team is perfect for a great outcome instead of acting like a dick at the first sign of trouble

I searched around for some orange coloring I wanted for the background…I found a few and sent the 3 bottom photos for him to work with

Color for the author header block

Shading of the background

main color













He thanked me for the alley oop and slam dunked my vision for the background

Heads kept asking me “what’s her race?” because of the heavy facial features on the drawing…Joshua faded out the facial features to leave her vague…He also used blends and shadings to separate the body parts instead of black lines to make the drawing appear more artsy

The black lines would’ve restricted the flow of the illustration…he obliged and cooked up…

The Finish Product
That’s what I’m talkin’ 'bout

As you can see, coming up with a book cover that reflects my original intent is a process itself…I’m not a believer of slapping anything on the cover just for the hell of it

I treat my book covers like artists back in the day treated their albums

And guess what???

The book cover ACTUALLY has something to do with the story...SHOTS FIRED!!!

Aight, ya’ll…I’m Audi 9G

Peace

Nah’Sun

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

The World Premier of "Thick in the Nick of Time"

Abracadabra, grasshoppers

Ya guy is still grusslin in the book game…I don’t grind hard…I grind SMART


Feast your eyes on the unveiling of my upcoming novel Thick in the Nick of Time aka Thick 2


The book is the SEQUEL to Thick When the Chances are Slim


I'll break down the illustration process tomorrow

 

The tentative date for Thick 2 is late 2012-early 2013


#TeamThick


If you haven’t copped your copy of the original THICK, hit up the link below to purchase


www.nahsunblaze.com


The joint is only 15 bucks…each page is cheaper than gas prices


Aight, ya’ll


Peace


Nah'Sun

Thursday, April 19, 2012

2012 Newark Book Fair


What’s woody, grasshoppers?

The Newark Book Fair is NEXT Saturday (the 28th) @ the Rutgers-Newark campus…you know it’s mandatory that I have to show my face and chop it up with the readers…I’ll have bookmarks to pass out as well as sell copies of Thick When the Chances are Slim


I’m there live and in full effect, baby


If you’re not gonna be there with ya guy, you can still order your copy of THICK @
www.nahsunblaze.com

And if you ARE, check out the extensive information below


Look for the brown skinned bald guy with sun glasses (that’ll be me)…or just hit me up on Facebook @
www.facebook.com/nahsun to get the scoop of where I’m specifically located 

Come thru and chop it up with me to get your EXCLUSIVE copy of Thick When the Chances are Slim

JERSEY STAND UP!!!


Who: Meet and greet Nah'Sun @ The Newark Book Fair
 

What: Come thru to meet ya favorite author
 

When: Saturday, April 28th, 2012
12 noon to 6pm
 

Where: The Paul Robeson Campus Center at Rutgers University Newark Campus
350 Martin Luther King Jr Blvd
Newark, NJ 07102-1801
 

Why: Show love and get a vacation between pages
 

How: Mapquest and GPS is your best friend

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Industry Shady



Abracadabra, my peoples

I got a new interview with the good ladies @ Seriously Sensual under my belt


Listen to me spaz out on the industry…cuz as you know…I’m not an industry nigga

CLICK HERE TO LISTEN TO THE INTERVIEW


I write FOR THE PEOPLE…not the awards…not the prest
ige…and sure as hell not for fake ass people who kiss ass for crumbs

Besides that, life is great for the champ…still doing my thing…still makin moves

Ain’t nothin’ changed but the zip code every time I hit the corners

I’m Audi

Peace

-Nah'Sun

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Fuck Street Lit

I held my tongue, rather fingers, long enough. I’m tired of the fuckery that’s going on in Black literature.

Street Literature is messing it up for everybody.


You have aspiring writers thinking it’s cool to recycle the same stories without an editor and putting it out on the market. Now it’s becoming the norm for Black authors to write about the hood.

And if you wanna write something different like Sci-Fi, you have to write those types of books under an alias unless you have a kick ass marketing and promotional vehicle to fight against the grain.

The shit’s disgusting.

Then you have Street Lit authors defending their genre by saying silly shit like, “At least they’re (new readers or casual readers) are reading.”

Bullshit.

That’s like saying at least a person is eating regardless of poor dieting. It’s been over 10 years since the re-birth of Street Lit and Negroes are STILL writing about the same thing.

You have scores of the same fingerprints on different keyboards. We’re living in an era of copy “scaredy” cats. When they do write about the streets, whether they lived it or were a spectator, they do a half assed job.

When I read a Donald Goines or Iceberg Slim novel, I can FEEL the words. I HEAR the cries of the streets. I SMELL the heroin addict in the dope house. I TASTE the air of the ghettos. I TOUCH the beat down of a person. I SEE boarded up buildings, gambling spots, brothels, old school cars, and suited and booted players with their women lounging on the streets.





Street Lit novels nowadays have no SOUL…NONE whatsoever…all I’m reading is fast food novels that you can easily shit out as quick as you swallowed.


Authors are more concerned about putting out books in a short amount of time as they brag about it for a quick buck rather than taking their time so people can remember their joints 50 years from now. To keep it funky with you, I don’t think they care.

Donald Goines wrote books in a 2 week span or month while fighting a heroin addiction. He LIVED his inner demons as an author. That’s why it was easy for him to bang out books in a short amount of time and marinate SOUL in his words in the process.

The lack of balance in the Black fiction market as a whole is ruining the potential of a new Renaissance. But Noooooo. Negroes don’t wanna take a chance to at least put a fresh spin on the same story because they have dreams far grandiose than the superficial and materialistic minded characters they write about.

Sociologists in the 60’s tailored their NON-fiction books on Richard Wright’s novels. Can you say the same for today’s Street Lit authors?

I doubt it. 


Black authors are held to a higher standard because they’ve always wrote for social impact going back to the ancient griots of what they now call West Africa…even if their purpose was to entertain…it’s in your blood…own it!

Street Lit authors nowadays only care about writing for a dollar. They’ll say, “We write what we see.” If you’re only capable of writing what you see, you’re not a true artist. And just because you’re seeing doesn’t mean you understand the circumstances that your eyes is beholding.

A true artist is a visionary who can not only write WHAT IS but also WHAT COULD BE.

Shit, a baby can hold a mirror outside a window and reflect what’s going on in society. Anybody can do that…anybody.

Just because you got busted for selling weed in ’98 or your boyfriend was a dope boy doesn’t mean you can properly articulate the streets. And if you were heavy in the game, at least depict the motivations behind the actions of the characters.

Writing that Guy A started selling drugs because he was broke is child’s play. Everybody doesn’t gang bang out the blue. Even hustlers have demons they fight.

One of the perfect examples of a well-written book from a hustler’s perspective is Cavario H’s (Co-Founder of Don Diva Magazine) Raised By Wolves autobiography that dropped in 2010. Check it out for yourself to see how a writer who lived the life REALLY puts it down the “write way.”



Another quote I love from certain Street Lit authors is, “Would you rather me write a book about the hood, or go out robbing and selling drugs?”

Oh really?

If those options are your only alternatives besides writing your exploits on paper then your Black ass deserve to be locked up behind bars...real talk.

C’mon, people. We can do better. This is 2012. There are a million hustles out there besides slangin'...you're just being lazy. LOL

The “Write books or Bust” creed shows the limited mentality that some people have.

Then you have Street Lit authors ignorantly spewing, “They said rap music was a fad and it’s still here.”

The problem with that analogy is that the creativity during the Golden Age of Hip-Hop (1987-1992) hit its all time high during the criticisms of the genre. Timeless classics, from Rakim’s “Paid in Full” to Dr. Dre’s “The Chronic”, dropped during that time.

Rap music became stagnant when commercialization set course. Money ruled over creativity. Rappers only cared about flossing and counting bread instead of coming up with new shit to help elevate the art form. Now everybody and their mamas are saying “Hip-Hop is dead.”

Gee…I wonder why.

There’s no accident that you now see the same thing happening to Street Lit. Folks think it’s easy to write those books. They’ll read a successful street lit book and say to themselves, “Hey, this ain’t hard to write. I can do this.” And now you have every Tom, Dick and Jane thinking they can write a book without taking a Creative Writing course or at least learning the mechanics of writing.

The Golden Age of Street Lit was during 1999 starting with The Coldest Winter Ever. That era ended in 2003 when everybody and their mamas started copying the same formula which watered down the genre.



If you think I’m lying, go to your typical Black book store, street/urban lit website, and even the mainstream book stores to see for yourself. I don’t know if I’m looking at flyers to hit up the next party at a club or a book cover.

And I don’t know if I’m looking at a book or a purposely done minstrel show on paper.

I honestly don’t see any Street Lit novel getting praises 30 years from now. The Holy Trinity of Street Literature is The Coldest Winter Ever, True to the Game, and B More Careful. The rest will only find relevance from hardcore fans who’ll reminisce about “the good ol days”…whatever that means.

You’ll remember Shaft, Superfly, and The Mack…but you sure as hell don’t remember Boss Nigga

Need I say more?


Peace

Nah'Sun

Monday, February 13, 2012

Lying About Book Sales is Sexy



 
Ayo…I wanna pour out some herbal tea for Whitney Houston…a damn shame for what happened to her…a great loss.

48 is mad young…real talk.

I also wanna pour out some green tea for Prime Time book store that was located a couple blocks from Fulton Ave on Nostrand Avenue in Bed Stuy, Brooklyn.


Another independent book store bites the dust. I was pissed to see the book store closed...I wanted to cop a new book to read...FUCK!!!

I’m not gonna blame the close on the lack of support from buyers. You never know. The landlord could’ve jacked up the cost to lease the joint for the new year and forced the book store out.

Then again…I did see a barber shop a couple doors down on the same strip…and then again, you know Negroes love to get their hair tight at least twice a week.
 

Speaking of lack of support, a lot of people dislike when authors lie about their sales. A lot of authors give themselves “the best seller” tag like it’s going out of style.
 

Guess what...I really don’t blame authors for doing that.
 

One of the first questions I get from potential buyers when I’m out on the grind is, “How many books you sold?”
 

I’m thinking to myself, “What the fuck does my book sales have to do with the actual content of the novel?” I hold back on expressing that thought because I don’t wanna appear rude and lose out on a sale.
 

So I usually give them the vague answer of, “I’m doing well” (which I am) or “I’m on my second print run” (which isn’t a lie)
 

American society has an issue with associating quality with sales. That’s a false. You can convince the public that syrup on shit is pancakes with the right marketing and promotion.
 

Oh…I forgot…they’re already doing that…it’s called Chit’lins

Let me stop before my Southern brothers and sisters send me hate emails.
 

I remember one time I helped this sista make up a story to a customer at her book signing in Harlem about BET picking up the movie rights to her novel. I lied my ass off…LOL…I wanted to help a sista out, so I played along with her.  

And yep...she got a sale.
 

You can’t get mad at the author for doing that…a lot of people are quick to support the rich and forget about the poor…the book game is ugly, just like any business of selling…you gotta fake it before you make it to put your foot in the door sometimes.
 

We’re living in a society where people care more about record sales than the actual music…it’s hard to speak honestly when the world is superficial…you gotta get it how you live.
 

Me personally…I don’t lie about my sales...I give vague answers like I said before…I let the reader figure the shit out on their own.
 

Am I wrong for saying I’m a best seller if I order only 100 books and sell out of them?
 

I mean, I did “sell” them to the “best” of my abilities…right?
 

Marinate on that…until the next time…
 

Peace
 

Nah’Sun

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Kim Kardashian and the Power of the P.U.S.S.Y







“It’s not what you do, it’s how you do it”Bahamadia from the song True Honey Buns

Famous for doing nothing is what drives today’s society. I’m not knockin anyone’s hustle. I say get it how you live. Just know the pros and cons of your actions.





If dudes are willing to trick off and handcuff broads because they’re under the spell of pussy power, there’s nothing I can do or say about it.

I pop my collar to any woman who gets what she wants even if I disagree with her methods.


Kim Kardashian is like the character Naeta Bug in my novel Thick When the Chances are Slim. Naeta Bug is the type of broad who’ll get paper by any means. She doesn’t mess around with low ballin dope boys. She strives for the big stakes.


The only difference is that while Kim fucks around with Black athletes and entertainers as an Armenian chick, Naeta Bug is a Black woman who fools around with white business owners.


“She don’t fuck with niggas. She only fucks with white boys with long money in the suburbs and up north.”Rico (one of the main characters of Thick When the Chances are Slim)

As a single mother living in the ‘hood, Naeta Bug thrives in survival mode. Kim Kardashian’s father, Robert Kardashian, was O.J.'s lawyer. So you know she grew up with paper.





Would you consider Naeta Bug and Kim skeezers, or equal opportunists?

Kim Kardashian has game. The marriage between her and dude from the New Jersey Nets (his name escapes me and I’m refuse to Google it) was faker than a 3 dollar bill.


They showed no chemistry. None what so ever. And Kim STILL grabbed the media's and public’s attention like steel to magnets.


“I don’t respect tricks. I just respect that bread.”Naeta Bug

Naeta Bug doesn’t care about the men in her life. She’s only out for the gusto. If that means using someone including family members to get what she wants, she’ll do it in a heart beat. And if you read the novel. She does.


Calling her a heartless bitch is a compliment.


Kim Kardashian and Naeta Bug don’t have any talent besides their looks. Sure, Naeta Bug knows how to do hair, but who drives luxury cars and rock designer clothes putting Yaki weave in someone’s hair???


While men get their power from status, women get their power from their level of attraction. And when it comes to Naeta Bug and Kim Kardashian, it’s the power of the P.U.S.S.Y 


 
“I got my own place, pushing a Beemer, and don’t buy none of my clothes. You should stick with the program.”Naeta Bug

That’s poetry


Friday, January 27, 2012

What Would Dr. King Do At The Club?

I just wanna say the club me and my man had hit up on MLK Day was booty…straight wack.

20 bucks was wasted on some nonsense…I won’t put the club on blast, though…I’m a firm believer of second chances when it comes to clubs (sometimes)

What I WILL do is give you a hint:

The club rhymes with “Sexy Mon” and is located in Midtown Manhattan

You figure out the rest

The DJ was garbage…the drinks were expensive in small ass cups…and the chicks were “okay”

Gimme at least 1 out of the 3 if all of those factors at the club don’t measure up at the same time

The bright spot was…you guessed it, ME

Your favorite author turned socialite



 


I debut my tie that night…straight player (the tie, not me)

I fell in love with that tie the first time I saw it at my favorite tie store somewhere in Mahattan…I made a pledge to rock nothing but suits when I hit the club…suited and booted in the year dime 2 pennies.

And I’m the quarter dollar, baby pa





And no...I didn't "swagger jack" Neyo...I rocked fedoras before homie got famous
 

The comments I get from people went from "you look like a pimp" to "you look like Neyo"
 

Just because I cock my hat "Ace Deuce" means I look like Neyo??? Get the fuck outta here
 

Oh yeah…model Crystal Bates hosted the party (nice girl)…she appeared in Straight Stuntin magazine and all that good stuff





I knew see wasn’t a chick coming to party at the club that night based on her attire…I approached her, introduced myself, gave her a bookmark, and keep it movin'
 

You know...networking

I didn’t realize she was Crystal Bates until I saw the pics days later…even if I did, I still would’ve treated her the same way I’d treat a honey without a title
 

Pretty woman...thick as heaven...Owwwwww!!!
 

Anyhoo…my man Yemi had left without telling me…he said the party was wack and he had to go to work the next day anyway…the fucked up part was him not telling him he'd left
 

There I was looking around the club like a madman tryna find them cat...good thing cell phones and texting exist

He claimed he didn’t wanna disturb me because he peeped me talking to a chick (which was true) and didn’t wanna mess up my rhythm


Nice girl, too…real down to earth…but who plays on their Nintendo DS at the club???



o_O

Aight, ya’ll…I’m out...have a nice weekend and don't do anything I would do
 

Nah’Sun the Great

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Danger!!!



The fuckery I get from people I come across in my travels is hilarious. I don’t take anything personal (well…depending on my mood and the situation), but sometimes people just need to shut the fuck up
 

And one of those “shut the fuck up” moments is when people ask, “Can I get your book for free?”

As a then rookie in the book game, I used to allow those six words or any variations of that question bother me. Now I ignore it. If a person is REALLY interested in a product, they wouldn’t ask a silly ass question like that
 

For the record, there’s no such thing as a recession. I don’t believe that bullshit. Money never runs out. It just goes to a different industry while the former cash cow suffers

The Industrial Age knocked out slavery…then the Information Age knocked out the Industrial Age…times change…you gotta adapt


Survival of the Fittest…Darwinism, baby
 

I mean shit, look at the negroes who lined up malls across the country to buy 200 hundred dollar Jordans that came out in ’95…you even had a woman who (allegedly) left her child in the car alone just to buy them





Insanity
 

The clip reminds of a Boondocks episode...straight up
 

With those visions and images surfing around my mind, I don’t wanna hear anybody crying about a recession…truth be told, if you really want something, you’ll most definitely figure out a way to get it

A woman who’s currently bouncing from home to home bought my book Thick When the Chances are Slim for her daughter…what she did spoke volumes and proves my theory about this false recession
 

Now that I think about it, Black folks been in a recession since 1865
 

And on that note, when you see me on a book tour, don't give me the “Can I get the book for free?” question…either say you’re not interested or you just don’t got it…that’s all

I’m sure you don’t want people to do the same to you when you’re out working hard on the grind
 

Aight…I’m out
 

Nah’Sun

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

No Strings Attached Sex

Before I start, I wanna say Heaven is between a woman’s legs

As your resident perfectionist, sometimes picking the RIGHT book cover design is a pain in the brain. Patience is a bitter plant, but it fruits are sweet.

This is the first draft of the “Thick When the Chances are Slim" book cover





My heart almost jumped out my mouth when I saw this draft. Then again, it’s called a ROUGH draft for a reason,


I gave the illustrator a picture and told him what I wanted. He took it from there…Shout out to Zachary Schoenbaum @ www.umbralust.com

After a few days he drew up this joint





I almost threw up my sandwich…I kept my cool and told him to go back to the drawing board…I needed something to give me a stiffy...whatever this was wouldn’t give a male nympho a hard on


He came back with this…




 

Not bad…I told him I wanted the swirly things…I also gave him some font styles and color designs for the cover

Due to peer pressure, I told homie to change it…so he did (he didn’t have a choice since I was paying him)


I wanted him to further draw out the woman’s tig ol biddies


 



I loved it, but I thought the highlighting of the reds were uneven. The reds should draw out a 2D figure of the woman

The women needed more curves and evenness

He drew…





The author title block at the top of the book is on point. So was the font and coloring of the title at the bottom

I showed the drawing to my peeps…they thought the woman looked “too manly”

Oh well 





I told him to play around with the cover…shit got worse 







After getting more negative views than a little bit, I suggested a more curvy woman

I actually thought about going with this one…heads STILL weren’t feeling it

Damn!!!…coming up with an eye catchy book cover drained the life outta me…well...almost 





So far, so good…I loved this one

But sometimes you gotta let go what you love for the greater good

My advisor told me I can do better…so I contacted Zach and tossed him so extra money to start the project over again

I really wasn’t feeling the blue background behind the red…something had to give





Red is the color of sex…I ditched the red and blue idea and went with the combination of red, orange and yellow

I also tossed him some ideas about the shape of the woman

The sketches you see above is based on a famous video vixen/magazine model…you’ll have to figure out the rest





A few modifications and touch ups later, we finally agreed on the cover what you see now

The WE included me, Zach, my advisors, and random people

They don’t call me the people’s champ for nothing

As you can see, writing a book is not just one aspect of publishing. At least when it comes to myself. I’m very precise about how I want things done

The steps of the book is just half of the process…I’m sure you got the gist of everything

Aight, ya’ll…I’m out

Peace


Nah'Sun