Website Update

Hello everyone,

It's been a while. I wanted to let you know I updated my website: www.letitiapblount.com. Make sure to stop by and read A Woman's Choice a new short story I wrote, and there's a poem in the Poet's lounge. Stop on by and don't forget to sign the guess book.

Letitia

A Simple Song-My new e-book ready for download

A Simple Song by Letitia P. Blount

Download your copy now for $1.95 http://www.ladyleopublishing.org/

Blurb:

Jaeda Pontes has been there, done that when it comes to dealing with her husband Derrick's infidelity issues. To cope, she develops the habit of marrying songs to Derrick's indiscretions which only aids in bringing back the memories she doesn't want to deal with. After Derrick's latest creep, Jaeda has a hard time forgiving him and wonders if she ever can, but an expected surprise forces her to make a major decision. Will she make the right one for all involved? It took a simple song to mark the painful event in Jaeda's life. Will it take a simple song to save or end her marriage?

Excerpt:

The lapse of conversation continued until we arrived in front of our house. Before Derrick could get out of the car to open the door for me, I got out and ran up the stairs. It slowly dawned on me that I hadn’t brought my keys. I stood there with a vicious attitude, waiting for Derrick to open the door.Derrick walked up the stairs with a smirk on his face. “See, fast ass, you are always in a rush,” he said. I rolled my eyes and sucked my teeth.

I pushed past him, removed my coat, and threw it on the coat rack next to the front door. It toppled over to the floor.

I ran upstairs and slammed the bedroom door, then lay on the flowered comforter as my tears soaked my cheeks and my pillow. I kicked my heavy black boots off my feet. They thumped on the floor. Grabbing my pillow, I put it over my face and screamed into it.

How could I make him understand? He hadn’t experienced the crushing feelings of deceit, the loss of trust, and the thoughts of someone making love or having sex with someone you love with every part of your being. How the oath of marriage is destroyed because the person I love didn’t care enough about me to think if I were to find out how it would devastate me. It pulled the rug from underneath my whole existence. The foundation dwindled right before my eyes. How can I put it into words so he can understand the damage he has created inside me?

New E-book coming soon

Keep your eye out for my new e-book A Simple Song coming soon!

On a mini vacation

Taking a little time off for mini vacation. Lost a loved one who is now in a better place. Will be back soon with new ideas for new writing projects.

Inner peace,
L

DeltaReviewer- Reviews Embracing Womanhood 41/2 stars

Delta Reviewer
Embracing Womanhood
Letitia P. Blount
Lady Leo Publishing
October 30, 2008
978-0-0976355441
Romance - ebook
4 ½ Stars

We all face the aging process differently - some graceful, some defiant, and some take it all in stride. In this tale, Danity Lee is having real issues with her maturing body. The reassurance of her husband and level headed talk from a dear friend help to rearrange her mind set. The comedic presentation of the storyline coupled with an original feminine subject makes this talk out loud funny.

Blount takes a serious topic and makes it relatable. The descriptions of how body parts sag, skin loosens and an expanding waistline are hilarious. While the emotional attachment on how society thinks you should look meets reality is rather sad. But doesn't this happen to everyone at some point in time? Thanks Blount for helping us laugh at your character while laughing at ourselves. This is a 'green' (paperless) and economical (less than $3) way to share "how to age gracefully" with a friend.

Letitia P. Blount can be contacted at www.letitiapblount.com or www.lpb-letitiapblount.blogspot.com

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My new e-book Embracing Womanhood is here!!!

Embracing Womanhood ready for download at http://www.ladyleopublishing.org/ for $2.49

Embracing Womanhood-When Dainty Lee Montgomery woke up one morning and realized the aging process had claimed her body, she didn’t take it very well. But with the love of her husband and the help of family and friends, she slowly begins to accept the aging process one day at a time and discovered a new lease on life.

Excerpt:

In my lifetime, as far as I can remember, I have never given a thought to getting older and the changes that come with it. I knew it would happen eventually, but I wasn’t concerned about it. Let me tell you for those of you who don’t know; the aging process is slow like a snail until you take notice of it. Then one day I took notice of it and damn near lost my mind. Let’s just say I didn’t take the aging process well. You can call me what you want to--vain, conceited, a narcissist—that’s fine with me, but if you are anything like me and your outer appearance means a lot to you, I know you understand my dilemma. I’ll be standing by the wayside with a box of tissues and open arms for anyone like myself.

Every morning I went through the same routine. I get in and out the shower, grab the petroleum jelly and my favorite moisturizer and mix them, and rub the combination all over my body. But this morning I pulled my pink shower cap off my head, shook my hair out, and turned around to face the mirror and gasped: “Who the hell are you? Who let you in here?” The image of the woman in the mirror didn’t answer; she stared right back at me, revealing the puzzled expression on my face. I aged and it seemed overnight. I didn’t remember looking like this yesterday morning or the day before; maybe I didn’t take a good look at my body or just wasn’t paying attention.

I gave myself the once over and couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I decided to pretend the woman I was staring at wasn’t me and I analyzed her from head to toe. I could tell the woman had been beautiful at one time in her life. While she was still very pretty, her age showed in her face. The crow’s feet around her eyes looked like two Chinese fans framing them. Parentheses embraced her mouth, lips thinning.
I turned to the side and checked the image from that angle.

Her breasts had dropped; one pointed straight ahead and the other, if it were an eye, would be cockeyed. Her stomach was full and round and started the balloon effect right beneath her breast. She looked as if she was four or five months pregnant. Her thighs dimpled with quarter- sized dents invading her butt cheeks.

“You are so vain,” rasped Robert, my husband.

“Rob, you scared the hell out of me,” I said smacking his arm, grabbing my raggedy yellow housecoat off the toilet, and slipping it on trying to hide my newfound body. I was a little peeved because I had no idea of how long he had stood there watching me. This was a private moment between me and the body.