I've been told I have multiple personalities. I've counted about 23. They each left something on a shelf. Come in.
Books you read out loud. Books they ask for again. Books that mean what they say.
Book 01 · GuyanaOne more day. Neither of them says it out loud.
Not the oldest. Not the youngest. Absolutely not quiet.
Book 03 · The oathBefore the world names him, she does.
Mommy and Daddy, always two steps behind.
The pieces I'll let you read for free. The rest you'll have to come back for.
Always Carla Never Mother. My Departed. The Colour of Failure. Three poems I'm letting you read for free.
She came back for the funeral. So did everyone else.
The grandmothers warned her.
Burger King at sixteen. The man dem. Eglinton in summer. The year that built the writer.
God left her at the bottom of the stairs. She went up anyway.
Some souls keep finding each other. Your job is to help.
Liberia, 1989. A civil war, told by the woman who lived it. A collaboration.
Drama. Comedy. Toronto. Montreal. The Black-Canadian universe that doesn't get told American.
TV Pilot · TorontoShe's becoming everything she ran from.
TV Pilot · TorontoThey have everything. That's the problem.
Screenplay · MontrealNew city. Same girl.
If you ask me, no one should ever get this close to my inner thoughts.That's my yuck in writing.
Before I let you walk into what I call Behind God's Back — the after-hours, where the conflicting personalities come alive — I have to ask:
She knows exactly who she is. So do you. You're just wrong.
Power is an illusion. Play the game. Or get played.
Three names. Her story.
For agents, producers, publishers and editors. Loglines, formats and comps on every piece. Sample pages, completed manuscripts and full pilot scripts on request — direct, no chat required.
Request access →…and the thread keeps going. The next pieces are already being written.
There are pieces I only send to the list. New stories. Early pages. The work before it goes anywhere else.