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Introducing Saia…

I changed the spelling of my first character’s name from Saya to Saia. It’s still pronounced like Maya. Not sure why I changed it but I am not sure why I’m sharing something so raw either without editing or any idea where this story is going. As I said before I was writing a short story. Maybe. It could turn into something different. I am going to write it with ideas from whoever wants to offer some input.

My goal is simply to try something different. I don’t have writer’s block or anything. Thankfully that doesn’t generally happen to me. My head is full of ideas. This, for whatever reason, was one of them. So, if you want, shoot me a few ideas regarding the direction of the story or suggestions to make Saia more intriguing and amazing. If no one participates that’s fine. I am still going to write it this way. I am looking forward to the outcome. Blessings and happy writing.

 

Saia.

Saia was tall, slender, intelligent, and soft-spoken. Some would describe her as beautiful but they’d be lying. She was not ugly but she was definitely sexy. Not sure what it was about her but she was innocently sexy. It could have been her expensive clothes. They fit her as designed but weren’t too extravagant or revealing. She had a way of walking that made you notice her when she came into the room. It could have been her silence. She never drew attention to herself. It was almost as if she tried to live unnoticed.

 

It could possibly be her intelligence. She could calculate insane numeric problems in her head. Calculations that would rival what a computer could do seemed like child’s play to Saia. She would get slightly confused writing the problems down but never once when she looked toward the sky did she get the answer wrong. It was like magic.

 

Everyone would tell you that Saia was a good person and they’d be right. She didn’t gossip when others huddled at the water cooler. She ignored the whispers about her too. She seemed to walk unscathed by rumors. She wasn’t a superhero. She just seemed to exist in a world that she didn’t want to be a part of. She interacted because she didn’t have a choice. Saia went to work and home. She was honest to a fault, a perfectionist, and somewhat of a loner. She’s that one person who never swayed in her friendships. She didn’t call too many people a friend. In sum, Saia was good people.

 

Saia rolled into the driveway. The rocks crunched under her tires. She didn’t want to spend another night alone but she was out of options. Her family was not nearby. They lived in Maryland. It was a straight shot from North Carolina but it wasn’t a trip that she made often. Work didn’t easily allow that. Saia’s skills came in high demand at a cost.

 

Saia didn’t make it a habit of befriending people from work. Trust wasn’t something she did easily. She had been burned by so-called friends one time too many. At this point she tried to keep that from happening again. She did have Jack but he was her neighbor not a friend. He pushed his way into her life despite how many bricks she tossed in front of him. She built a ten-foot wall that he managed to bust through each time he saw her. She glanced into his driveway. His car was parked crooked. She shook her head. He had a driveway that he could put four cars in with room for maybe a fifth. Yet he always parked in the middle and his Jeep Wrangler was never straight. She chuckled at the sight of it.

 

Saia was extremely smart but one thing she didn’t understand was Jack. She couldn’t figure him out. He seemed to have a lot of friends but managed to make every effort to push his way into her quiet life. She felt at times like he made lots of effort to force himself on her. She didn’t want to spend time at his townhouse but found herself there often. Saia and Jack weren’t friends in her book, but she knew he considered her one if his best friends.

 

Saia planted her feet on the driveway. The sun was just starting to set. She looked at her townhouse. It was nice enough. It barely had a yard but what it had was fenced in. It needed some new paint. It was chipped in too many places and she hated the color green. She knew it needed a lot to become a home but it belonged to her. Saia had the ability to stand flatfooted on the highest realm of the American dream. Yet she chose a mediocre home in a decent neighborhood. Her salary afforded her to live an affluent life but Saia didn’t make that choice. She chose to own a home that mirrored her life. Her home needed some TLC. Looking in from the outside one could say the same about Saia. Yet she didn’t venture on a quest to find love. Saia simply existed.

 

She thought for a moment and realized, “What good is a home when you spend each night in it alone?” She shrugged her shoulders. With or without a love, it still belonged to her.

 

Before sadness over took her, she shivered. It wasn’t cold outside. It was balmy. Saia felt chilled. She felt like someone was watching her. Her eyes scanned the area. It was eerily still. She turned around slowly. She was alone. Saia was still unsettled. Something didn’t feel right but she didn’t plan on waiting to find out what it was. She quickly snatched her battered leather briefcase from the seat. Her dad gave it to her when she graduated from high school. His dad used it before him. She couldn’t get rid of it. He died a week after he gently placed the bag into her hand. It was a piece of him to her despite what it looked like.

 

Saia heard leaves crunch behind her. Her heart skipped a beat. Footsteps. Saia was too afraid to turn around. She tucked her bag under her armpit and darted toward the steps. Her keys jingled in her hand. She jammed her house key into the lock but her keys crashed to the ground. Saia took a deep breath. She could hear the steps close in on her. She snatched her keys off the ground and belted out a horrifying yell.

 

© 2017 by Stacey Pierce

 
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Posted by on March 15, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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Inspiration…

There are so many things that I want to write about but until they come to fruition I can’t. I think that’s why I haven’t been blogging. I said I’d do better so here we go…

The summer flew by. School is back in session yet it feels like summer just started. I was at a park in Fort Mill, SC for the first time a few weeks ago. When we walked the trail around the lake I thought, “God I need to own a lake house.” I would park myself and my laptop near the edge of the water and write for hours. Instead of my dog curling at my feet in my home office he’d sleep next to me by the water.

I have always loved the ocean and lakes. I just never knew until recently how calming it was for me. I see a lake house in my future. I know that we can rent one but to be able to go there when I wanted would be amazing. I guess that’s something to jot down as one of my many goals.

My inspiration to write comes from many things, water included. I’m always amazed though when you’re having a general conversation with someone and it sparks a totally unrelated idea. It’s also funny when you’re barely listening to someone and part of that conversation ends up in your story. It makes me laugh out loud when that happens.

I think the key to receiving inspiration from every angle comes from opening your heart and mind. It allows you to look beyond the conversation or interaction. Sounds weird but I think it’s true…

Go off somewhere and be inspired. Happy writing and reading!!

 
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Posted by on September 16, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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My trip to Arkansas…

It’s been a few weeks since my trip to Little Rock Central High School in Arkansas. I’ve had a hard time putting the experience into words. The word I’ve used consistently to explain it verbally to people has been amazing. As far as writing about it I knew I’d have too much to say. I’m going to do my best to keep it short.

It was an amazing trip for one because of the history of the school. It played a large role in integrating our public schools. As I walked the hallways I felt the presence of those who had stood up for so many students they’d never meet. The Little Rock Nine roamed the halls with hatred being spewed at them so that we could walk freely through the halls. The history walked alongside of me and I will never forget that feeling.

It was amazing because the students I met with weren’t LGBTQ students. Some might have identified as such but I met with communication classes and students from the AVID Program. Yet they were open and asked a lot of questions. No one laughed at the subject. They were honest and so was I in my responses.

It was amazing because the students showed an interest in someone other than themselves. I don’t mean me although they treated me like a celebrity. That felt pretty cool. They showed concern for LGBTQ teens and the coming out experience. They were open and attentive. They made me extremely proud to be in their company.

Life sometimes gets in the way of our dreams but these kids were determined and focused. I have no doubt they will achieve their desires.  I hope that life doesn’t make them judgmental and jaded. They seem to embrace a world that allows their hearts to be welcoming. They will be the generation to conquer the underlying hate that exists in the world.

They are who we all should be.

 
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Posted by on June 2, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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This thing called fear…

Fear prevents a lot of people from following their dreams. Fear should not control us. This doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t have some anxiety when trying something new. So many people allow fear to cripple them. It backs them into a corner and they live thinking and planning their dreams but never stepping out to make them come alive.

When I was younger I wanted to be a singer. I used to sing with my sisters at all of the talent shows around town and we were really good. Despite how good we were we never went further than that because we allowed fear and doubt to scream louder than the desire we had to be a successful singing trio.

Publishing a book was another dream of mine. One day something inside clicked and said, “Why can’t you do it?” I started doing research on book publishing probably unconsciously searching for reasons to convince myself why I couldn’t do successfully what so many others had done.  What I found instead was an abundance of information on self-publishing. The only answer I could come up with was that I absolutely could do it.

Currently I am working on some new writing projects. This will be one of the biggest leaps of faith I’ve ever taken. I have written a screenplay and am working on two others. I haven’t spoken much about it because I’m not one to tell too much before things are done. I don’t want to sound like I’m bragging. I’m not a fan when others do it so silence becomes golden when I’m creating projects. I’m mentioning it now to encourage people to follow their dreams. As long as you have breath try whatever it is that’s burning inside of you. What’s the harm in your idea not working? None. The harm comes when you don’t try but let your dreams drift away silently.

Do not let fear keep you from following your dreams…

 
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Posted by on March 12, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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Change in dates…

My trip to Little Rock has been booked and I will be at Little Rock Central High School on May 2-3, 2013. I look forward to meeting a new group of motivated teens. My goal from the very beginning was to be in a position to motivate and encourage ALL teens. I’m excited to see this coming to life! One thing that has helped me get to where I am is having positive people in my life offer encouragement every step of the way. Each interaction we make in life is more important than a lot of people think. I take each interaction, positive or negative, and try to grow from them.

In 2007, I experienced something that was quite painful. My writing evolved out of this experience. I had written stories when I was younger but never really dreamed of publishing them. As bad as that time was I know that BrookLyn’s Journey and The Awakening of Graye Moon, might still be far from my conscience instead of published books had it not occurred. By that I mean, this experience forced me to reassess and change my perspective on life. As a result, I started writing again. Then the possibility of publishing entered my mind and came true.

Each experience in life can be a motivating factor for success. It’s easy to allow life to get the best of us. Sometimes we have to get the best of it and take a chance on our dreams. Letting each experience be a motivator allows us to be true to ourselves and live. Whatever dreams exist inside of you bring them to life. We have more power than we think…

 
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Posted by on February 19, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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Visiting Little Rock Central High School in April…

It seems like 2013 is flying by. I can’t believe we’re ten days into February already. It’s baffling. Whatever your dreams are remain focused before another year passes without you getting closer to them coming true.

I received a phone call last week from a college friend. She shared BrookLyn’s Journey with a teacher at Little Rock Central High School in Little Rock, Arkansas. A student borrowed it from this teacher later on that same day. She read the book before the end of the school day and enjoyed it.  As a result, the teacher asked if I would come and speak with the students.  Without hesitation, I agreed to travel to Little Rock in April.

I am completely humbled and honored that my book has been placed in the library at Little Rock Central High School. My goal from the very beginning has always been to be a support in the lives of all teens but especially LGBTQ teens. My visit will allow me to visit with a diverse group of teens. The purpose of my visit will be to discuss my writing journey but more so to encourage them to follow their dreams. To remind them that where they come from doesn’t determine where they’re going. Of course, it plays a role in their future but their parents’ successes or failures don’t necessarily determine the outcome of their lives.

When I began my writing journey my dream was to visit school and college campuses across the country.  This is the first school that I will be visiting. I am probably more excited than the students.  It’s because of the support of my friend that the book entered the hallways of Little Rock Central and for that I am truly grateful…

 
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Posted by on February 10, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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Beyond grateful…

Everyday I thank God for each thing or person in my life. As soon as my eyes meet the sun I say thank you! I am far from perfect but know how far I have come in life. That alone fills me with gratitude. I went to the Time Out Youth programs creative writing group last week. Again, I was there just as a volunteer. Yet I walked out with a large amount of gratitude for where my life has taken me. I was also impressed by the youth that I watched participating in the writing activity. Their outlook on life despite their circumstances is astounding!

I looked around the room and was amazed at the natural talent they displayed. They have each lived less than twenty years but their souls have been rocked by a society or family members that have discarded them. This has forced them to grow up faster than most. Their writing reflected their journeys and what they shared sounded like they lived longer than me.

One touched me tremendously when he shared a story about his sneakers after I told him that they were nice. It reminded me of a preschool student I worked with around 2002 in New Jersey. She walked up to me as the cold wind ripped passed her asking me to fasten her winter coat. When I went to button it I realized she didn’t have any buttons. As my eyes filled with tears, I took the safety pins that were attached to it and closed her coat. I picked up my cell phone and called a friend and shared my sadness. In a few days my friend’s family made sure I had Gap coats for over 100 students including this little girl. Each winter after that the children in my school that needed coats received them. Yes, from the same family.

This young guy that I met is twenty. He has been homeless for four years. He is an amazingly talented young man. He works and has big dreams. I know he will make it. He is forced to live away from his family because he is gay. They discarded him. He still loves them but has no place to call home. A friend gave him the sneakers that I complimented him about. They were too small but since he had no other option he wore them. Yes, once in my car, I cried.

It sickens me that in a country of such great wealth so many children go without. It makes me angry. When you have children you are required to take care of them. You can’t discard them because you disagree with them. I can not stop thinking about this young man. He has touched my heart in ways I can’t explain. He has inspired me to be even more grateful and to work harder to help youth like him. I have chosen to donate a portion of my proceeds to homeless LGBTQ youth because of youth like him. Society has to help these kids. We can’t just ignore them.

Update: There will be a virtual book release party for The Awakening of Graye Moon in December. 

A portion of the proceeds from ALL of my books will be donated to Time Out Youth (NC) and the Ali Forney Center (NYC). 

 
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Posted by on November 22, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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