So...tomorrow we will, if you join me that is, talk about the characters thus far.
Most of these passages are direct quotes from the book, some earlier parts, some later. I did take the liberty of adding and subtracting some minute words. Some characters are harder to describe, being much more of a feeling than a scripting...weird?
None of the NLB characters are one-sided, that's the sheer beauty of it all...no one is really exactly what they seem, or what they portray. People are multi-dimensional. Some of us look the part, talk the talk, have 'things' to show for all of our hard work...but who are you really and are you happy with that person? Is there a reason for the characters chosen? In some way, I had hoped that in creating these characters (the angry black woman, the promiscuous black woman, the bougie black woman, the bible-tapping not thumping black woman, the jealous black woman) who are bits and pieces of me and people that I love, have loved and will always love, there would be a connection...a spark and that maybe not one person but many people would be changed. If you saw yourself in her and saw her transformation...could there be a seedling of difference, lodged somewhere amongst the day to day hubbub, to be watered and fertilized with growth and wisdom? Is that a possibility from mere words? There has to be more than this...
There is always a deeper meaning.
Words.
They always mean so much more to me.
You make me wanna...
But alas, I am here because you are here and really, Libra's are loyal individuals who you may not be able to see and talk to on a daily basis...but we are certainly there when you need us.
This novel is a love story about my Sisters and our responsibility as Women and Mothers because I care deeply for my nieces...
I give you the Women of The Purple Cipher:
Veronika Vicchers - Fiery. Passionate. Aries. Had the three of them, Veronika and her twin daughters, been destined for any being other than Homo Erectus, indeed it would have been Carcharias Taurus (Sand Tiger Shark). The parallel between the two was “BANANAS!”as only Chelsea-Blue could emphasize. Veronika, a sharp toothed mammal in and of herself, was destined to give birth to only the two of them. It would have been pure luck for the Chloe-Chelsea combination to have each grown in separate uteri, devouring all other embryos for survival. Sharing the same uterus, Chloe would have hungrily consumed Chelsea without a second glance.
Maxine Cipher - Stoic. Irreversible. Loyal. Gemini. So many nights she desperately wanted to tell him the truth scraping at the dirtiness she felt for allowing this ruinous situation to happen, but the truth would not form. Only pain and anger were left to fill the void of her hollowed heart. There was too much at stake then and now it was water under the bridge. It didn’t even seem as major 18 long lonely years later. But she knew when she walked through the door to Xavier’s home that afternoon that she would take her lie to her grave. “Good night Xa, call me.” She rose, forgetting the past, kissing his cheek with hers, and sauntered toward the front door.
Xavier watched each inch of every step she took, never once did she turn to steal a glance. Maxine Cipher never looked back.
Candace Pepper - Wife. Mother. Victim-extraordinaire. Crabby Cancer. Tall. Light. Bitter. Candace was the color of a large decaffeinated coffee, four dollops of heavy cream, no sugar, left overnight with mold centering its cold middle reaching to grasp the edges of a weakened paper container, discarded by morning. Otherwise warmed and then as a second thought, discarded.
Alexaandra Payne - Beautiful. Earthy. Full-figured Aquarius. If quiet acknowledgement could simply speak for itself Alexaandra would be quite satisfied and not hard pressed to find comfort disappearing into the heavy drapes that kept the bitter cold air from seeping in. Or out.
Max grinned at Alex’s apparent surprise at praise of any sort. Since they were kids Alex, to Candace's chagrin, had always been Maxine’s chosen Spade-playing partner in their weekly rivalry. “See that’s why I grab Alexaandra from the ‘getty-up’, she always has my back and never expects a ‘thank you’!” Maxine would tease.
Samantha Quinlan - Eternal. Heartfelt. Soap-box standing Virgo. “I know you slept with Meiko, Veronika. Why don’t you just admit it?” Samantha demanded weeks after the whirlwind break-up. “Listen Samantha, I am going to tell your black ass for the last time...” Veronika was sick of the back and forth bantering surrounding Mr. Man, “I no more fucked Helmet Head than you have in recent weeks.”
“Well then how do you know his penis is shaped like a helmet?” Sam cornered. “Because you told me! What is your problem, Samantha?” Veronika was tired of the accusations and had a mind to tell her the whole sordid truth. It would certainly have been sordid to Samantha Quinlan and her boring life. “The fact that it fell apart for the two of you is neither my fucking fault nor yours! He is a dog don’t you get that? I know this cause I have the same traits. And you are not the bone he’s chewing on right now. You are one of the bones he’s buried to possibly come back for later. And that has NOTHING to do with me, or you, for that matter. It’s about him.” Veronika did not sleep with him, although after all the accusations, she could have, maybe even should have.
Of these women, which one are you?
Really...
For all intents and purposes, fortunate or –un, this is…my Life ;-)~
Aisis
