Release Date: June 11, 2013
Parallel Pasts is a journey of two individuals angered about things they can’t control. Being abandoned by her parents at a young age, Fatima is afraid to let love back in, even if that love is from herself. Cory Hines is stuck in his story of growing up in an abusive home causing him to run from anything that requires his commitment. Unable to move forward from the destruction their pasts have caused, Fatima and Cory put themselves in situations they’re quick to regret. When faced with the consequences, both find that running from one thing leads them into another, only this time, that thing is what they’ve feared most: each other.
I feel like someone is watching me. Look to my left, no one there. No eyes staring in my direction to the right either. I take a long sip of my nerve calmer. Maybe it’s my own thoughts stalking me. The rest of my drink goes down in one sip.
A cool breeze chills the hairs on the back of my neck. Lets me know I’m no longer at the bar alone. Arousing hints of vetiver and tender violets draw my attention to the occupied seat next to me.
It’s the MC from earlier. His eyes more alluring up close than at a distance. He looks at my empty glass. Asks, “What are you drinking?”
I tell him. He orders me another round.
He grabs a bottle of Johnnie Walker from behind the counter. Pours his own drink.
“Misery loves company,” he says. “The name’s Cory.”
“Fatima.” I shake his extended hand.
“So what’s your story?”
I take a sip from my fresh drink. “Depends on which book you want to read.”
I am a daughter, a sister, a friend, an aunt. I am a woman on a journey to discover all God has for me; whatever avenues and paths that may take me.
I am not one of those writers who fell in love with writing before I could hold a pen; because I didn’t. I am not one of those writers whose teachers encouraged to enter into writing contests; because that never happened. I am not one of those writers who adored English; because I hated it. I am simply a woman who was stuck in a boring job and had exhausted all possibilities of entertainment. It was like the Universe sensed my desperation, an unfamiliar voice called out to me, scaring the sanity out of me. But what she said drew me in and I began typing out the words I heard as if I was given permission to transcribe her diary. I realized the second my fingers touched that keyboard, the moment I heard the keys clicking in an effervescent harmony, that I had not found my calling in life, but that my true calling had found me.
I am a Storyteller. I’ve been a lot of other things in my thirty-something years. Spent half of my life growing up in the military. After watching my dad jump under the bed every time he heard a siren or alarm go off, I knew that was not the career for me. Shortly after graduating high school, working dead-end retail jobs, and spending a semester in college, I found myself raising my right hand swearing to protect my country from all enemies foreign and domestic. It didn’t take long for me to realize I wasn’t cut out for the Air Force. Once I laced up my combat boots for the last time, I ventured into temp work, spent a couple of years working behind bars at a county jail, and screened passengers and luggage for the government until a back injury changed the course of my life.
Ever since I began writing, it was a goal of mine to write full time. I had no idea how I would be able to do so. A nine-to-five was needed in order to keep a roof over my head. At least that’s what I thought. My plea had been heard, and I was tested to see if being a full-time writer was indeed what I wanted. God opened a door that I would not have been able to open on my own and I have not been able to look back since.
My path in life hasn’t been all good, but it hasn’t been all bad either because it has led me to where I am right now. A few short stories of mine have been featured in a magazine and in two anthologies. And now my first novel will be in print. Everything in life I’ve experienced has all played a part in who I am today. Nothing compares to the joy I feel when creating memorable characters. Nothing compares to taking my imagination to places the imagination dares to go. That is what bringing life to a blank canvas does for me. It liberates my soul.
Currently, I reside in Columbia, SC. I’ve lived on three continents and have a hard time planting my feet in one city for more than four years. I am working on that, though, I don’t foresee that happening anytime soon. Pray for me. *smile*
I am Julia Blues – A storyteller on a mission.