THE CARL WEBER SITUATION!
This is definitely not the sort of situation I wanted to come out of blog retirement to chat about. Alas people I've been bombarded with replies and posts about this Carl Weber 'dead beat dad' issue to the point where I find myself a bit intrigued about the situation, though I have mixed feelings.
Initially Literary Hood was spawned so that I could talk about the urban literary genre in its totality, giving you loyal bloggers the inside scoop on what's hot and what's not in our urban fiction world. Though on occassions I tend to post abroad, writing about various things i find humorous or interesting this Carl Weber situation has me a bit apprehensive. I shall have to use utmost caution when writing about this issue because though I've been guided to many a website about this dilemma as of now it's all heresay, or is it? And if it is more than mere gossip why are people coming out of the woodworks (and I'm talking phone calls to your friendly neighborhood author Brandon McCalla and yahoo instant messanger convo about this).
All I can say at the moment is that I can't really impliment an opinion till I get this interview from Carl Weber. He deserves his chance to plea his case (if it's even a case).
What do I know about the situation, not much. Sure he has a caucasian wife, I was informed of this last year. But is having a white wife a crime? As for the dead beat dad situation... sheesh! I gotta hear from him and more importantly does Brandon McCalla even care?
Once upon a span of time I had my sights set on working with Carl, why you ask? Well because Urban Books is a heavy weight in the urban literary genre and Carl has paved quite a lucrative path though the publishing medium... why wouldn't I wanna work with him. Then there was that faithful day at the 2005 Harlem Book Fair. I walked over to the Urban Books booth and saw this white female author. She had some book called White Coffee or Wigga Syndrome or something of that nature; I was flabbergasted. But I didn't waltz over to the Urban Books booth to critique the Wigga writer in question. I waltzed over to meet Carl. Then I got the perverbial brush off. Yes literary hooders, your friendly neighborhood author got the cold shoulder. I was about to post up with my sarcasm and street potential, knock a few books off the table and get arrested but then the person I was with pulled me away.
Naw, you guys know me I would never compliment a brush off with an act of outright violence now would I? Of course not but I did make note of things. Sheesh! I'm the most underrated writer in the game (and out of the game since I write so substantially abroad and in many a genre). I'm used to these common authors who are so souped up upon their accomplishments that they forget about the little things like being a little humble.
Initially Literary Hood was spawned so that I could talk about the urban literary genre in its totality, giving you loyal bloggers the inside scoop on what's hot and what's not in our urban fiction world. Though on occassions I tend to post abroad, writing about various things i find humorous or interesting this Carl Weber situation has me a bit apprehensive. I shall have to use utmost caution when writing about this issue because though I've been guided to many a website about this dilemma as of now it's all heresay, or is it? And if it is more than mere gossip why are people coming out of the woodworks (and I'm talking phone calls to your friendly neighborhood author Brandon McCalla and yahoo instant messanger convo about this).
All I can say at the moment is that I can't really impliment an opinion till I get this interview from Carl Weber. He deserves his chance to plea his case (if it's even a case).
What do I know about the situation, not much. Sure he has a caucasian wife, I was informed of this last year. But is having a white wife a crime? As for the dead beat dad situation... sheesh! I gotta hear from him and more importantly does Brandon McCalla even care?
Once upon a span of time I had my sights set on working with Carl, why you ask? Well because Urban Books is a heavy weight in the urban literary genre and Carl has paved quite a lucrative path though the publishing medium... why wouldn't I wanna work with him. Then there was that faithful day at the 2005 Harlem Book Fair. I walked over to the Urban Books booth and saw this white female author. She had some book called White Coffee or Wigga Syndrome or something of that nature; I was flabbergasted. But I didn't waltz over to the Urban Books booth to critique the Wigga writer in question. I waltzed over to meet Carl. Then I got the perverbial brush off. Yes literary hooders, your friendly neighborhood author got the cold shoulder. I was about to post up with my sarcasm and street potential, knock a few books off the table and get arrested but then the person I was with pulled me away.
Naw, you guys know me I would never compliment a brush off with an act of outright violence now would I? Of course not but I did make note of things. Sheesh! I'm the most underrated writer in the game (and out of the game since I write so substantially abroad and in many a genre). I'm used to these common authors who are so souped up upon their accomplishments that they forget about the little things like being a little humble.
So now this is gonna come to a daunting proceed once I have this chat with Carl. And ladies n germs don't get mad at little ol Mr. McCalla when my opinion about this situation doesn't coincide with how you feel. This involves family, kids and peoples reputations, it isnt a simply thing and it shouldnt be overshadowed by slander and anger. Though I have slandered a few in my time and enjoy anger immensely.
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Oh excuse the spelling. I'm suffering from the flu and ain't as cohesive as I normally am. Though I aint the best speller by a long shot (thank god for spellcheck). I did win a spelling bee though, but that was in third grade. I aint half as smart as I was then now... as crazy as that might sound.
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