A Typical Day for us.

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My nephew poor baby, loves me to death and looks up to me. Seeking guidance, from my experiences in life. I start off by saying to him every time he asks anything, “You know I was crazy right.” He always, laughs and says that’s why he likes to talk to me and I tell him the truth. I have done and been in such different circumstances than most people, unless you led my lifestyle. Then even, probably not. At the time it seemed so normal to me because it was.

When I look back on my life, I could never have thought up some of the things that have happened on my own. Why, I have to write about it.I will probably drop dead one day out of the blue, because of how I lived before now.Someone, should benefit from the mistakes I made before I croak.

My next few books should be interesting reads to most people regardless, of your backgrounds.I find interest in it as I recall and sometimes can’t believe it happened.”Angel” is nothing like “Family Tree” why I have had trouble with it. I guess, it doesn’t have to be the same. But, for the sake of continuity, I thought it should be somewhat similar and it is somewhat. Okay, I am over that torture.

I decided to break up the stories into smaller books.novelettes, because the stories are so different and each one is a book on its own. Episodes, for sure. I like them though, it is the presentation of each one. I like to move through time out of order. Don’t ask me why, this is how it comes. Then tie it all together in the end. Some semblance of meaning to an outcome.How I got to where I am and the time that passes so quickly on the way is enough for me to contemplate. I was anything but, an Angel except in my heart.

Emotions are a powerful thing, I believe my books will demonstrate the ability they have of influencing our decision making. Enough said.

Anyway, back to my nephew. He said “Auntie, I finally got laid.” Like a good aunt I said, “Did you use protection.” He said “NO.” “I was licking butts, and everything.” I stopped him and said “That is too much info.” I am not one of your friends, I gave him the lecture on how one can still pass STD’s with oral sex and blah blah blah… Keep your condoms on hand; having them available is half the battle. He agreed, after I was done.

A few hours pass, I say to him , “How do you think a man would feel, knowing I shave the hair off my chin.” I laugh every time I think of it. “Why you doing that?” He says to me. Looking like I just confused him.Plucking them is just annoying and when I go to have it waxed, it is just as dreadful and she still plucks.”That makes sense,” he says. “How do you get a close shave?” “Mine grows back too fast, I hate it.” I explained. “Everyone’s does, he said.” There is no man secret to tell me about shaving hair off of the face and keeping it off. Damn.

I thought of electrolysis but it isn’t as effective on darker skin. The machine picks up the darker hair opposed to skin color. For women of color this option isn’t a good one. “I have a beard Auntie, I definitely don’t know anything to tell you accept to try shaving cream.” I think that’s what you need he explained.”Quit calling me Auntie, I told you.” I hate it sounds so, not me anyway. .Aunt Angie, is out of the question too; phonetically I can’t stand the way it sounds. I get tripped up repeating it.

“What can I call you, Auntie.” While he laughed out loud amused by my frustration with him. “Figure it out, I trust you will one day.”

“Between, you saying that and the hairs on my chin, anyone would think I was a hundred years old.” The weird thing about it is I don’t know why, I care about age recently. I never did. I don’t try to be younger than I am or anything like that. It’s annoying in fact, to me when people don’t act their age. I was mumbling these rants to myself.

Brandon came over and hugged me then said, “Auntie it’s not your chin men are looking at.” We both started laughing. “I had a girlfriend with ‘Beef curtains’ I loved her to death.” I was afraid to ask what the hell that means. I was frowning, like i didn’t know. “You know, when your vagina lips are to long like wings.” Never mind, I mumbled and turned around laughing as I walked away. I am done with this conversation. I don’t see the comparison. “You know about that don’t you.”

“No, why would I know about it.” I never see women’s vaginas. All men in the films, I saw or worked on. “Oh that explains it.”

He went back to working on his script, I went back to working on mine.

Jesus is salvation?

I saw this building earlier when, I was passing by. I felt compelled to take a picture of it.  I dropped my phone and got a picture of myself also.

My first thought when I saw this building was, that’s easy to find. Then, I thought perhaps that is why the writing is so big for location purposes. Hard to miss even if not trying to find it.

Or is it simply the message being shared boldly. Actually both, regardless of intent. I wondered if I would ever use it in the future as a landmark  Being new to this area. The thought of that went as fast as it came, fleeting out of my head with doubt because there isn’t anything else around.

It also made me think of someone who committed suicide two weeks ago, for some reason. I found out today, he is dead. I really wish people would stop killing themselves. I been bothered by the news ever since, I heard about it earlier.

Intrusive heavy thoughts bugging me while, I try to shake them off and keep going with my life. I

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pictured him walking past here.

Trying to convince myself if he saw this maybe, he might  still be alive. A lot to put on one little building in a glance while, I was putting on my seat belt.  But, wouldn’t it be great for me if my thoughts were true.

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Now in paperback

“The Trees Outside”

About the author:

Andrea N. Carr is a born storyteller.
Her soul carries the passions and disappointments of a nation and her writing bares faultless witness to the truths of our time. Her debut release Family Tree The Novel is a gripping ride into the heart of the average dysfunctional family. Her profound insights into the human condition echo Alice Munro, The Color Purple and J.D. Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye.

She has been writing emotionally driven, self exploratory stories since 1999 from her homes in Orange County. Growing up in Santa Ana and Huntington Beach, she later moved to Los Angeles California after leaving a Mental Health Career, as a Psychiatric Technician for the State of CA.

Connect with Andrea online.
http://www.andreancarr.com
@swakgrafx_carr

The Trees Outside

Family Tree the Novel: Family Tree

Authored by Andrea N Carr
Foreword by Melissa J Moores

Often as human beings we find ourselves on the outside looking in on a given situation: a friend’s problems with work, the death of a distant relative, even watching police rush to a major car accident. However, one of the most difficult aspects of humanity is being able to look within ourselves and be honest about what we see there.

The Trees Outside is an introspective look at those forces affecting the character Angel Harper, from Andrea N. Carr’s debut novel Family Tree the Novel: Family Tree. Here, she not only helps readers look introspectively at Angel’s life through her poetry and previously edited material, but she reveals the naked truth about her writing as a medium for self-expression.

This is a must read for all followers old and new of Family Tree the Novel. Miss Carr bears her soul and that of Angel’s in a truly enlightening short work. ~ M.J. Moores, OCT

Publication Date:
Jan 18 2016
ISBN/EAN13:
1523242604 / 9781523242603
Page Count:
24
Related Categories:
Literary Collections / American / African American

Twisted tongue

My children’s book The Bad Squirrels, is a tongue twister. My poor editor has her hands full with me. I am crazy about some things. I am happy as long as it reads well keeping the flow and rhythmic pace.

By the time each edit is finished I have to twist more words around in a circle. Til I am insane, folding squirrels into knots lol. Then kicking them out all over the pages.

I like it though, it’s challenges my sanity time to time. Not sure why I have this rhyming thing going on. I started out not rhyming then it doesn’t feel as right.

So I base the story on the non rhyming one. Then insert some fun and cleverness into the story along with a lesson and there you go. I’m about crazy by then but, it’s great.
I am ready to do it again, that is what is crazy.

I learned more from this story than anything, I have ever written. I am not sure why but, the structure of a story became very important to me. I listened more to my editor this tine than any other time or editor before.

I like to go with my instincts about what I write. Even if it’s wrong. Because I like to trust myself with my writing. Figuring out where to draw the line is a common denominator dealing with me.

I remember when I didn’t want paragraphs because I liked the way it flowed better. I didn’t want the reader to be able to jump around in the story. Treating the book like a album or mixed taped with no song titles. One long mix so it’s read the way I intended.

I think that theory is why I like these children’s books so much because I can present it as I intended without breaks.
I think

I have the longest sentence in the world in this book.
But, it’s great the best one in the book.

I will comment later, with part of it. See what you think, I am brain dead now. The time was exactly 11:11 when I finished this post. What is that? 🐾🔰

The Bad Squirrels excerpt!

I just finished my final draft of “The Bad Squirrels” not my editor’s edit but, anyway here is a facebook exclusive, excerpt…

Lol, not anymore, I don’t care. I love this book so much, I want you to read it so anyway…

This book talks about dreams from the idea of being an Oak tree and understanding why we dream. Also, when squirrels look the same how to tell the difference between bad and good people metaphorically using squirrels.

“I want to understand them because, they have meaning.

What’s going on in my mind while I’m dreaming? Maybe it’s our

imagination playing pretend, the way we pretend when we play with

our friends. How I feel when I go to bed, affects what dreams I have

in my head.”

“When I dreamed I was an oak tree looking down, I saw some

squirrels running and playing around, gathering the acorns I dropped

on the ground.”

I am fearless

Though I am afraid, right now.

I am fearless.

Even, if I die. I don’t fear death.

I will write the best stories about my life.

During, the remaining days of my life.

That is all I need, now.

I hated you for a time.

I don’t even do that anymore.

Making you the cancer in my life never helped.