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I like prologues. I like knowing what situation I plan on reading later in the book. In Unbeweavable, I start the book with a prologue. In my WIP, I start with a prologue. The unpublished book [...]]]> Up to 44,451 words on the work in progress. Feeling excited, like I’m in the zone.

I like prologues. I like knowing what situation I plan on reading later in the book. In Unbeweavable, I start the book with a prologue. In my WIP, I start with a prologue. The unpublished book that’s collecting dust in my drawer—prologue. I see a pattern here… 

So you guys can tell that I’m all for prologues. And since we’re on the subject, here’s a sneak peek of the prologue for Unbeweavable. Enjoy!

Prologue

July 15, 2009

Snip, Snip.

“Why you taking your weave out so early? This is some good hair,” Tameka said, her scissors gliding through my weave as another track fell to the floor.

“You know, just trying something different,” I said, looking at the weave that cost a month’s rent surrounding me.

“You should at least save some of this hair,” Tameka said, smacking her Juicy Fruit in my ear.

“No that’s okay,” I said feeling the stainless steel blades of the scissors remove my weave, my heart, my life.

“Don’t worry, you got a cute face. You can still rock a short ‘do. So what you in for today, a relaxer, a shampoo, what?”

“Um, today I just want to remove the weave. I can wash it at home.”

“What? Girl, in the three years I’ve been doing your hair you’ve never washed it yourself. Now stop playing and tell me what you really want.”

What I really wanted was to keep rocking my weave. It was my best friend, my baby, my soul. I couldn’t live without her. It wasn’t fair that this was happening. First my job, now my weave? What else could go wrong?

“You have a lot of confidence to do this, you know. My man would have a fit if he saw me without my weave. You don’t have to worry about that though. You don’t have a man.”

Another track hit the floor and I cried.