Social Media is Going Crazy Over the Bridesmaids Book

I'm very excited over the preliminary attention that, "The Bridesmaids" has gotten in a very short time. Many people have said that the characters jumped off the page and seemed very realistic. I was very happy to have written a book where the readers were able to identify with this book and enjoy it. Hopefully, this translates to more people reading a copy and letting me know what they think. This is just the beginning.

Thank you guys so much for the love and support!
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A Review for "The Bridesmaids"

Interesting Review---The Bridesmaids is that kind of book that you're not sure of what you're getting when you open the pages, however from the start it grabs you with some really great dialogue and interesting characters.

You feel like you've got a great backstage seat to this wedding that is just trying to keep it together. However as each secret is revealed, the facade that these girls have set up for themselves is just ripped to shreds....and not delicately. These girls messed up lives and philosophy just makes things worse. This novel is like watching a plane crash into a train wreck. Twice.

The Bridesmaids--The Trailer

Sometimes, you would like your audience to have a visual for your work, something that they can latch onto and be interested in. So I decided to create a trailer for my upcoming work, "The Bridesmaids".

The Bridesmaids--The Book Trailer. Enjoy! Available now for Pre-Orderhttp://www.amazon.com/Bridesmaids-Sonya-Dickerson-ebook/dp/B01AX9KLFG/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1456247801&sr=1-2&keywords=the+bridesmaids

Posted by Sonya Dickerson on Tuesday, February 23, 2016

The Bridesmaids is Available to PreOrder Now

The Bridesmaids

Available now for preorder on Amazon.com!
This is the best one yet!

All Zombied Out? There Aren't That Many Shades of Gray!

There are two trends with ebooks today. One is Zombies, Zombies, and more Zombies. The other you ask? Erotica. We have "The Walking Dead," World War Z", and "Fifty Shades of Gray" to thank.

There are literally thousands of books on each subject with different spins. Give me a apocalyptic thriller with twists and turns, and zero unpredictability, and I'm a happy girl. I'm in the bed for hours trying to get to the words The End!

But this is a genre that  has turned outrageous. Erotica is a subject that I'm not too keen on but with the success of Fifty Shades of Gray, the literary world has taken note!

Of course when I'm feeling low, I like to read a book that takes me to a time when the world is a normal place. The dog craps in the same part of the house when you're just inches away from taking him outside. The coffeemaker is broken...again. Your car insurance check is late so they are about to cancel your policy and this is all before you've had your morning coffee.

Then you turn on the news and a zombie is eating the reporter as a snack after finishing off the entire camera crew.

And. Shit. Just. Got. Serious.

Those types of books will have me engrossed for hours. But I must say that I'm getting a little zombied out. I think the subject has been covered a thousand times over. I'm looking for something totally original. Witches and wizards have been done to death since Shakespeare. Thanks to the Twilight series and True Blood, Vampires have had their day. Now it's almost time to say goodbye to the Zombies....or is it?

In terms of erotica, there are those that can write a sex scene so memorable, Viagra would become obsolete. Others, not so much. It's a genre that requires special talent, which many writers simply don't possess. It is an act that many adults find quite pleasure in but have no clue how to put the process into a believable and credible sex scene that can totally engross a reader instead of just grossing the reader out.

Hopefully many writers will stop beating these two dead horses who have been on the side of the road deteriorating and decomposing rapidly. There isn't too much of them left so let's move on shall we? Looking to break the mold? Create a new monster. One the world has yet to see. Then my fellow writers and readers...you've got yourself a freaking story.

The Curious Case Of Father Time

Working on a new project called, "The Curious Case of Father Time"

It's a science fiction/supernatural thriller about an often forgotten but curious character, Father Time.

We all are familiar with Father Time as he represents an old year coming to a close and passing on time to the New Year's baby.

Well what would happen if Father Time didn't pass time along? What would happen to the New Year? Would there be a New Year or would time cease to exist all together?

This book attempts to answer that question as I bring to you the subject of the Timekeepers. Here is an excerpt of the story....



He was a direct descendant of Adam and Eve, although his name was forever lost to history. His name was Hem and he lived for an astounding ten thousand years. He was brought into this world for one purpose: to keep track of time.

Every moment of his life was dedicated to tracking and measuring time. Because of his position, he was very important to mankind. He took many wives and bore many children. They became a clan known as the Timekeepers. They mostly lived away from civilization. Because of their rumored special powers, many would not dare cross them, for they had the ability to make time stop.

Some of the Keepers used this ability to their advantage and became very prosperous as a result of it. Others used their powers for the greater good.

Hem could have lived another ten thousand years, but it simply was his time to go.

He wrote the first records of history and kept track of how many times the sun rose and sat in the sky. When God created the greater light to rule the day and the lesser night to rule the night, Time was born.

It was he that first used time as an instrument to teach the others. He became the time keeper who lived for ten thousand years. His work was too important. There had to be others to continue his life’s mission.

Keep track of time.

As he closed his eyes for the last time, the Others gathered around him. They vowed to continue this important work, no matter what the cost. They were mostly nomadic in nature. They assisted in the creation of the Sumerian and Mayan calendars, the sundial, clocks, and other timepieces. The Timekeepers have had their hands in measuring time since the beginning.

They roamed the Old World for the Chosen One year after year. They lived all over the world, assisting Father Time in his mission to find the New Child or the Chosen One to bring in the New Year. Without this annual event, time would cease to exist.

They lived as a cult might, never revealing their identities to Outsiders, for it was too dangerous. Inside the Cult, there was the Family and in that family there could only be one Father Time. At the end of his reign he would pass it on to a male child within the Family. That child would go on to become Father Time for the next Generation to come.

It was to be this way for thousands of years.

An Excerpt from "The Teacher's Pet"

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 I am pleased to share an excerpt of my latest book, "The Teacher's Pet".  The book will be available soon. I ask that you read it with an open mind and reserve judgment. 

The whole thing still seemed so surreal. I walked down the hallway that afternoon accompanied by detectives of the Chicago Police Department. My secret was now out and the rumors that spread rapidly that morning were now confirmed.

I felt safe with the detectives that surrounded me as we waded through dozens of stunned and confused students. I couldn’t bear to look them in the eyes as they rushed off to find the closest person that they knew.

“See I told you so!! It’s true! He did get arrested !!!” I heard one student whisper.

I felt relieved that the detectives were protecting me. I wished that I could have hidden or made myself invisible, but the truth was now out. The thing that scared me the most was what would happen to me when the police left?

The bell rang as students scattered off to class. I wasn’t sure where Coach Jackson was at that moment, but at that point, I didn’t care. My future was much to hard for me to comprehend.

This too shall pass, rang over and over again in my mind.

“Can you show us where it happened?” the detective asked, snapping me out of my daydream. I nodded that I could and showed him the stairwell near the gym office. I choked back tears, as the detectives looked the area over. It was the first time I had seen the place since Friday afternoon...after the final incident. The only comforting feeling that I had was that I was never going to that place again. It was finally over.

The detectives asked me a few more questions before we walked down the now empty halls. The school was under strict supervision by the police. I was informed that the media had descended upon the school desperate for sound bites and more information.

One detective turned to me.

“How are your grades?”

“I’m an honor roll student. I’m practically involved in every school club and extracurricular activity here.” That answer seemed to shock him. He leaned down and got in my face.

“You’d better be telling me the truth Sonya.” I was taken aback. It was the first time that anyone had questioned my story since everything came out.

“Sir, if you don’t believe me, my name is on a bulletin board downstairs by the main office. I’m on the A/B Honor Roll. You can check the yearbook to see all the clubs I’m in as well. They’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

That detective looked at me for a moment before turning away. We continued down the hallway without another word being uttered. I’m sure when he left that day, he checked that bulletin board to see if I was telling the truth.

In the next few days I would learn that he wasn’t the only one that had openly expressed doubts. I don’t blame them though. The story was so crazy, I wouldn’t have believed me either.

That was the day that I officially lost my name. I was no longer Sonya Dickerson. Sonya had died a long time ago. I was forced to take on a new identity now, one that would follow me until this day. At the ten and twenty year high school reunions or whenever one would open up a yearbook to reminisce; my new identity became, “The Girl That Cried Raped”.

J.K. Rowling and Writing

It's happened. The most popular writer on the planet famous for the Harry Potter series has come out with a novel very different from her usual work.

The Casual Vacancy is causing a media storm that is not going to let up soon. A million copies have been sold at the time of this blog post and it hasn't hit the stores thanks to pre-orders.

Because of Mrs. Rowling's celebrity, many people are waiting to see if she, who's famous for witches and wizards, can write a novel geared towards adults.

The haters (and I hate that word) have their fangs showing and they're ready to tear her novel to pieces if she can't stand up to the critics. Surely any work should stand on its own merit but there will be those that are already naysayers and the book isn't even available in the stores yet.

I've already heard from several other writers that they don't believe that a  writer has the ability to switch genres like Mrs. Rowling has braved to do.

To them I say it is pure utter nonsense. Most agents and publishers admonish writers, telling them to write what you know and then stick to it!

It is utter nonsense that it's impossible to switch genres for good storytellers. I use the word storyteller because I believe the two are very separate. It's one thing to use proper English and grammar, delivering four hundred pages to an editor ready to publish.

Storytelling goes back to ancient times. It's the oldest form of entertainment. Thousands of years ago, our ancestors sat around a fairly new invention to keep themselves warm as the storytellers would make up stories to explain their way of life. You can teach someone to write. You can show them the rules of grammar. You can show them how to create the perfect sentence.

But you can't teach someone how to tell the perfect story.

I've always envied songwriters as well for they tell stories in a shorter version. I've always dreamed of becoming a writer when I was a young girl and that's where I am today.

Real storytellers can tell a story in any genre and keep an audience mesmerized. If Mrs. Rowling was able to do that with Harry Potter and keep a couple of billion children entertained, I'm sure she won't let the adult fans of her work down.