Today I have author and editor Chyta Curry in my Chat Chair. Chyta is the author of Sin & Redemption and one of the most endearing persons one could ever meet. Click on her book cover below, it’s Amazon linked. Her book can also be found on Smashwords and B & N.
Coi is young with a promising future. One night the unspeakable happens and Coi goes from sweet and innocent to bitter and angry. With the help of friends and family, will Coi be able to forgive her past and move toward redemption, or will she fold under the pressure?
Sin and Redemption snippet:
“Amir threw his phone across the room. His life was quickly spinning off its axis. Amir was so used to being in control and having control over situations, this was all a reality check and it had been cashed in a major way. He was lost for answers and more importantly he was tired, tired of all the events that seemed to be happening in rapid succession. He ran his hands through the soft tresses on his head and rubbed his hand up and down the back of his head in frustration. Inhaling and exhaling deeply he thought, I sold out for this, here I was selling the same sh*t that tore my family apart. Am I that selfish and greedy that I could not see this sh*t? It was in my face all along and I did nothing to stop it, nothing at all.
Gideon looked across the room and saw that Amir was really torn up about what was happening. He left him to his thoughts, and tiptoed back to Rains room and closed the door. When Gideon turned around, he ran smack dab into Amir. He pushed Amir again and pleaded with him to let Leslie take care of Rain. He was pushing him backward with his hands planted firmly on his chest. Amir was built solid, and pushing him was no easy feat, but Gideon did not back down. “Let me go Gid, I have to see her, I have to see my baby.”
“Not like this!”
“Just one peek, I promise I will not say or do anything, I have to see her. I did not know it was this bad; I need to see her, inhale her. She needs me Gid.”
“No ‘Mir, not now not like this. Give me and Lez a few days to get her right and beat that monkey, then you can see her. You don’t need to see that. It’s ugly, Lez is in the trenches and you will stop progress. Give us time, I promise you can see her when the worst part is over. Starting tonight, it is going to get real ugly; I don’t want you to have no parts of it. You focus on Coi, I got her. Trust me Man, soon as the hanks wear off you can see her. You got my word on that.”
Wow! Well get refreshing beverage and get comfortable while we learn a bit more about Chyta Curry.
Who is Chyta? What are your passions outside of writing?
Chyta is a mother, author and an editor. My passions outside of writing are, editing, reading and making jewelry.
Where are you from?
I am originally from Chicago and I recently relocated to Atlanta, Ga. I live on the outskirts of Atlanta in a small city.
Tell me about life growing up. How does it affect your writing?
I am going to be a little candid. Life for me was not what dreams were made of. My dad was a present man in my life, but was not in the household with me. My mom was a drug addict for many years of my life as well. My siblings were my siblings and they left much to be desired about life. I had my first child at 14, second at 19, and my third one at 22. All of my children do have different fathers, but I love them all the same. Statistically speaking, I am not supposed to be in the position I’m in, but I have kept faith in the Most High and pressed on. I became what most said I wouldn’t become. I have done what most said I couldn’t do. Even now at almost 40 I have defied some immeasurable odds. My life affects my writing in a way that I want to weave stories and let people know life’s wrongs happen, but with God and good support you can overcome any obstacle. I use the tagline I write life’s wrongs, because of the things I have bared witness to.
You have certainly overcome a lot of obstacles! Cheers to you! When did you know you were a writer?
I have known I was a writer since I was in about fifth or sixth grade. We were challenged to make up stories, take novels and make plays out of them. We went well beyond ‘what I did on my spring break or summer vacation’. I was challenged to think outside the box and that is pretty much what I do now. In high school, I found myself writing papers for peers and also writing break up/ make up letters for them as well. I was not until about a year or two ago that I decided to take writing serious.
What motivates you to write?
To be honest, life itself and all the things I see going on in life gives me motivation. My family, my job, my friends are all motivating factors. I can look at something or hear a conversation about some stuff and I will start to formulate stories and plots in my head. I have so many stories that I have yet to finish.
How much of what you write is based on personal experiences?
Sin and Redemption was a piece of my life. Some parts of it really happened, other parts were tacked on. The sibling rivalry thing in my book is a true piece. I have no sisters, but some friends do and that is how some of them are.
What is your research process when preparing a post?
I look into a lot of avenues. Online, books and personal references.
What genre do you read? What authors do you admire?
I read any genre; I am not partial to just one. I have a list of authors that I admire, past and present. I will give you a few, I am a huge huge fan of Maya Angelou, Iyanla Vanzant, Langston Hughes, Zora Neale Hurston, Lorraine Hansberry, Shel Silverstein, and Harper Lee.
Present day would be Keisha Ervin, Takerra Allen, Deidra Green, Lashawone, Powell, Nikki Walker, J’son Lee Envy Red and Kristofer Clarke.
Aw, that’s so sweet that you include me! What advice would you give others about writing & in general?
Write every day, write when you feel like it, and write when you don’t feel like it. If the words don’t flow, don’t force them. To overcome writers block work on something else until the words flow for your project. Get a mentor, someone that wants for you what you want for yourself. Mine is taken (giggling). There is no easy way and stay relevant.
What would you like people to know that they might not know already?
I am a bit shy until I warm up to you. I don’t do negativity at all, I don’t tolerate nor do I entertain it. I am not cliquish and I don’t like to be boxed in.
A Chance of Rain Snippet
“Rain hung up the phone and pulled into traffic. She checked her side and rear-view mirrors, but she didn’t notice the hunter green Cadillac behind her. She turned her radio to the smooth jazz station and let the soothing notes calm the storm raging inside of her. More than half way to her Grandmother’s house, Rain remembered she liked to have tea cakes with her tea. She decided to stop at a store nearby to get some. She got out of the car and made her way into the store, still unaware she was being followed. Walking aisle by aisle in the store, Rain didn’t stop until she made it to the cookie and cake aisle. She stopped, faced the cookies and looked for her Nonny’s favorite tea cakes. In her periphery she saw movement, but when she looked up she saw nothing. She continued looking for her Granny’s treat. She settled on the tea cakes and a package of chewy oatmeal raisin cookies. Cookies she used to love as a kid. She headed out of the aisle on the opposite end of the way she entered. Rain heard a distinct whistle, but when she turned she saw no one. She continued to walk to the dairy aisle. She heard the whistle again, this time it was closer and more distinct as ever. She turned, but still saw no one. Raising her eyebrow, she backtracked a couple aisles and looked up and down each one, still nothing. She hesitantly dismissed it and continued on her journey, knowing her Grandmother expected her at any moment. Picking up the cream, Rain turned to make her way to the checkout and ran smack dab into the chest of a man. She dropped her items and the cream burst upon impact. Bending down to pick up her things, he bent with her, “Here, let me get those for you.”
Hearing his voice immediately made the hairs on the back of Rain’s neck stand up. She finally looked up and her eyes met his. He smiled, showing an even row of pearly white teeth. She hesitated a bit at first, then she smiled back. Her mind was racing all over the place. She thought back to the last time she saw him and the condition she was in. She immediately stood up and reached for her groceries. She tried unsuccessfully to pry the cookies from his hand two times and on the third try he finally relented. Stumbling back a bit, he caught her by the elbow and steadied her. “Thank you.”
“It’s all good sweetheart, what kind of man would I be if I let you fall?” He said still holding on to her elbow.
“Well, I’m glad you caught me, but you can let me go. I can stand up on my own.”
Realizing he was still holding on to her elbow, he released it and awkwardly dropped his hand by his side.”
That is intriguing! I can’t wait to read it! I wish you continued success on all your future endeavors! It’s been such a privilege to have you in my Chat Chair! You can keep up with Chyta on Facebook and Twitter!