I can not expect a reader to enjoy my work if I am miserable writing it - T. L. Davis

Our Today's Writer -T. L. Davis

T. L. Davis

1.       What you write?

I am a writer of poetry and short stories.  However, I do possess a desire to delve into a novel sooner rather than later.  I am waiting for that beam of courage to zap my mind and that large foot of motivation to give me a kick in the bum. 

2               2.Why you write?

I have been writing since childhood.  I was always the quiet kid who did not require a playmate to have fun times.  I contend that this was the spark behind the creative worlds of my mind.  Later, I would employ my pad and pencil (or pen) to scream without the nuisance of opening my mouth.  Today, I write because I want to connect with readers with the hopes that my writings may affect them in some profound way—good or bad.  By the way, I am now the life of the party.

3         For whom you write?

I write for myself.  This may sound selfish.  But if I do not like it, it will never see the light of day.  I cannot expect a reader to enjoy my work if I am miserable writing it.  There would be no truth within the pages, which is an insult to the book lovers. 

4         By whom you inspired?

To be truthful, I am not inspired by any one individual in the world of literature.  There was not a writer that caused me to say that I wanted to write a book.  However, I am a lover of Poe and Austen.  Patterson always gives me a good read.  I also appreciate the writings of Gaines.  At the end of the day, I am inspired by life.  And because Mother gave me life and my Grands enhanced it, I am inspired by them as well.

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5.         Current writing-

A Nude Beginning

I sat on the bank from sun up to sundown

Rain beating against my breasts

With a hammer in one hand

A gun in another

I watched tirelessly as the river flowed

Tensed as the current rose

And sobbed as the waves crashed violently

Slapping each rock with its troubled hand

Over and over again

It seemed as if it would never end

I finally arose

Facing the bridge

I wondered if there was anything

Anything at all

Awaiting me on the other side

I peered through the rain

But could not see through its pain

Yet I continued to seek

What was on the other side

My feet began to move

Out of the mud

Onto wet grass

Atop slippery concrete

And I walked across that bridge

Beating that hammer

Against gray steel

In the tormenting rain and high winds

While the troubled waters crashed below

The walk seemed endless

But not effortless

Beating that hammer

Against gray steel

Cold and wet with rain soaked clothing

I began to shed them

That tattered old black dress

The beige brassiere with non-matching panty

And I was naked

I did not care

I kept beating that hammer

Against gray steel

Until the motion of my hand

No longer met the strength of that steel

I had made it to the other side

The pain of the rain had ceased

The violent current mellowed

Its anger released

And I stood in the sun

With no gun

Oblivious to where it had gone

Holding my hammer

As I stood

Naked

Published Books-

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Amazon book Link-

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You can look her website: http://www.tldavis-author.com

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