Intro to Author Lisa W. Tetting
I have created stories…since I can remember. In grade school when I felt self conscious I would imagine people I wanted to meet, places I wanted to go, and things I wanted to do. I wrote them on paper tablets, and read them aloud in the comfort of my bedroom. I never allowed anyone to read them for fear of criticism, but I wrote them just the same. I have always enjoyed watching plays and movies, and was fascinated by poems and short stories about foreign worlds and people. My desire to write was there, but I kept it locked inside.
Always told children should be seen and not heard, I developed my observation skills at a young age. That skill set has stayed with me my whole life. Having, what I like to think as, empathic abilities, I wanted to write in order to be express the feelings observed in others…Always keeping a watchful eye out for anything interesting happening in my small town.
My Junior year of college, I was further introduced to African American Literature and found inspiration knowing someone like me could be a world renowned writer. I gained more confidence knowing one day students might actually read one of my stories as a part of their curriculum. With encouragement from my professor I began to feed my imagination and attempted to quench my thirst for stories that stirred up emotions inside me. My favorite books list includes Their Eyes Were Watching God and I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, both very emotional tales. Even though my area of study was Business Administration, I never strayed from the love I had for writing.
Currently I found the courage to leave my corporate job to try my hand at living my dream as a writer. I brushed off my writing skills and rekindled my love of storytelling.
Who knows, one day students may find inspiration in my words as I found in the words of those who paved the way for me. I will pursue my writing as if this notion is already reality, because I am a firm believer in speaking things into existence. I hope others connect with my writing and learn great lessons as well. I look forward to connecting with my readers and having great exchanges.
The Opposite of Hew
A BWWM Novella
Kay McQueen is different from the women in her family. She lives her life for her, not for a man. Though she enjoys an occasional romp with a sexy man, she is not looking for Mr. Right. Her goals in life are to build her home health care business, and to travel the world. Well, at least she has her business life together. The travel thing, not so much. That is until her favorite aunt passes away, leaving a journal with her final wishes.
As far as Kay knows, Aunt Gigi is the ultimate single girl, the life of the party, even pushing eighty years old. What she finds in Gigi’s journal causes her to rethink her position on love and marriage. She embarks on a dual purpose journey; to scatter Gigi’s ashes and to discover love. Along the way, she encounters a man named Heath who is tall, sexy, and has magical hands. His kisses set her body on fire, but when she finds out his true identity, she wants to set him on fire, literally.
Find out how Kay handles the situation and see exactly who Heath is and what it means to Kay’s family. When these two worlds collide, the outcome is explosive. Heath’s lies and deception finally catch up with him, as Kay finds that what she was looking for, she already had. Discover why Happily Ever After isn’t always what it seems.
Read an excerpt here:
I allowed my alarm to blare into the room for three minutes before I begrudgingly unearthed myself from the mountain of covers on my California King. My bed is super comfy, but that’s not the reason I didn’t want to leave it. This was the most dreaded day of the year! This was the day when ALL of my family members got together, for the sole purpose of finding me a man. The McQueen family reunion!
You may think I was overreacting, but I swear, ever since I turned forty they have been coming out of the woodwork. Aunties, uncles, cousins, play cousins, brothers that I don’t have and sisters that I wish I didn’t all congregated under the guise of family, just to torture me. If I had to hear ‘Kay, when are you gonna find you a man and have some babies?’ one more time, I think I might join a convent. That would shut them up. On second thought, the nuns would probably be giving me the side eye too.
I finally made it onto my feet in a standing position and stumbled into the bathroom to take care of my business. Before the water could even heat in the shower my big sister, Tessa, was blowing up my phone. Mind you, I had a gas water heater, so the water was always hot. I should let her old melon head go to voicemail, but she will keep calling until I answer.
“Good morning Tess. What’s good?”
“What’s good? What young boy did you learn that from? You sound like your nephew when he’s talking to his friends.”
“Did you call to give me lessons on millennial phrases and culture, or was there a purpose to this call?”
I rolled my eyes and removed my toothbrush from its holder, spreading toothpaste on the bristles. I may as well brush while she ranted. There would be no way for me to get a word in edgewise. Putting the call on speaker, I placed my phone on the counter so I could groom properly without being rude.
“Eww, who pissed in your cornflakes this morning? Any who, I just wanted to make sure you were up. You can’t be late for the festivities this year. Auntie Gigi has been asking for you since everyone arrived last night. You should have seen that woman trying to twerk. I swear, Kay, if you don’t get your act together, you will turn out just like her. Old, sad and alone, trying to shake your behind with the young folk.”
Tessa never did get along with Auntie Gigi, but she was my favorite aunt. Somehow, Tessa thought comparing me to her would be an insult, but I would love to live the kind of life Gigi had. Pushing eighty years old and could twerk? Are you kidding me? #lifegoals
My older sister made a habit of asking me when I was going to settle down and get married. That was her way of showing me that she cared, but her inquiries annoyed me. As a forty something strong African American woman I did not need a man to validate my life! Though, if I was being honest, I definitely want one sometimes.