I was raised in Detroit…

Since I was young, my environment has been influential on my imagination

And it’s been a blessing and curse.

It’s helped me problem-solve and develop different story lines, but it’s also been a source of my weakness in my love for my city because no matter what it does, it cannot harm.

And no choice I make in real life and my book can make my city look bad.

I was a single mom of 3

The hardships and troubles I faced as a single mother of three could fill a million books, so I have a long way to go.

I’ve had a powerful imagination since 6

According to my mother, I’ve been like this since I was six. Every part of my brain has utilized the energy of my muse, whether I like it or not, and I’ve had to fight between succumbing to what I want to see and what I see.

I believe my mother helped me adhere to reality and keep me sane.

But when things get bad, I love that I have the power not to let the reality hurt me as much as it wanted to.

It’s another blessing and curse.

What about you? Does your environment affect your writing?