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So who is The Author Yani that Urban Fiction fans are raving about? Nick-named a "Literary Goddess" by local A Thug's Redemption fans, Yani has stepped onto the scene with one intention in mind- to take the Literary World by storm and  make sure her name and work is NEVER forgotten!

Hello readers! My name is Yani and I want to take this opportunity to get personal with you all so you can get to know your future favorite author. I was born and raised in the North Philly  and Germantown sections of Philadelphia, Pa, which is why A Thug's Redemption takes place in those areas. I grew up in Blumberg projects which to this day I still refer to as my home away from home. I am a 29 year old Gemini, full time single mom, full time student at Community College and a full time author. You're probably asking, "Well damn, when does she sleep?" Ha! Sleep is for amateurs. I don't have time to sleep, literally! LOL!

I know many authors say they have been writing since as long as they can remember and it sounds so cliche by now. But I can honestly tell you, I have been writing since I was about five years old. We grew up in the projects and even though my older brothers had the old 8 bit Nintendo, Sega Master system and Sega Genesis, I was too young to enjoy those luxuries. My sisters didn't really want to play with Barbies with me, so I had to find another way to pacify myself. Tom & Jerry was my favorite cartoon at the time. But while I'm sure most kids were glad that the tiny little mouse Jerry always seemed to get the upper hand on Tom, I wanted Tom for once, to get that damn mouse! So I started writing my own little Tom & Jerry stories and I can remember sitting on my mother's bedroom floor while she sat on her bed playing solitaire and drinking her favorite Miller Genuine Draft and I would ask her, "Mommy, how do you spell cheese?" I used to spell it  C-H-E-S-E LOL! (don't judge me I was only 5!) But my stories were basic: Mouse was trying to get to the cheese, cat pretended to be sleep while mouse crept by and then the cat would nab his little butt and play songs with his tail. (I had such an imagination at 5 didn't I?) The song I remember using for the story was "Born to be Wild" and I could just picture Tom's face with his sharp fangs, mouth wide open as he played guitar on Jerry's tail, singing "Get out on the highway, looking for adventure, and what ever comes your way...born to be wild!!!" LOL! And I would draw little pictures to go along with it. One day I left the story on our dining room table and my older brother, Victor, read it and he came upstairs with it and said, "Who wrote this?" I said in my proud tiny voice, "I did,". He kinda chuckled and said, like all the cool teenagers said at that time, "That was thurl (thorough)...but you spelled cheese wrong." LOL! And that is how it all began.

I wrote little stories in Elementary school for assignments when we had to use our spelling words as a part of the story. My stories were always intricate....and long. But I always had my classmates laughing. I wrote stories that were so funny and so descriptive from second grade to fifth, my peers would request that I go last because as they said "I know she has THE BOMB story." Because my writings were so good, including book reports, essays, and short stories, I was always picked to say introductory speeches at assemblies or given cool parts for school plays that we did. My teachers saw something special in me.

In middle school, I slacked off of my creative writing in sixth and seventh grade because I wasn't given much of a chance to showcase my talent. But when given the opportunity to write essays for Black History Month, I showed my teachers there was more to me than the silly little skinny girl who played double dutch outside and jax in the lunchroom.  I also began rapping and freestyling, using that talent as a means to get bullies off of my back as none of them wanted to be on the tail end of one of my lyrical disses. (LOL) At that time, I started playing the piano/keyboard. Though I couldn't read music, I could play almost anything by ear and that was yet another thing that the so called bullies couldn't help but give me props over.

It wasn't until the 8th grade that I began writing poetry. By that time, my classmates were so used to me rapping and freestyling, they weren't surpised that my poems flowed so well. That year would be the first time I performed on stage and experienced what it was like to have people who did NOT know me, show appreciation for my work.

In high-school is where things took off for my creative writing, but it came at a tragic price. I was going through a lot at home. I wasn't getting along with my sisters or my mother, I was at an age where peer pressure was heavy and I didn't really have anyone to talk to that made me feel like I was being listened to and understood outside of my brother Victor, and unfortunately at that time, he no longer lived at home. So I was pretty much alone. My sisters shunned me for their boyfriends and my mother had her own issues. No one at school knew how depressed I had become because at the age of 14, I had already mastered how to wear a mask and hide "myself" from others. I really started writing poetry heavily at that time. Writing became my outlet and as I think back on it now, it was how I preserved my sanity and stayed out of trouble. But the most heart wrenching tragedy came when a friend of mine, Raheem Solomon, was accidentally killed when  his friend was playing with a gun and the gun went off, hitting Raheem in his chest and killing him. He was only fourteen years old. He was a really good kid, an awesome basketball player, funny and was very handsome too, with the most dreamy hazel-green eyes I had ever seen. I remember feeling such despair when I received the news and felt such a loss of hope because he was a really good kid like so many others who did not deserve to die like that, to die because of someone elses stupidity. I remember I refused to cry in front of my friends. I chose to continue wearing my mask. But I mourned for him through a poem that I wrote, Gone too Soon and our friends loved it. But from there, I really became closed off. For months, his death stayed with me and though I had experienced death and lost neighbors and people I knew of to senseless violence before, that was the first time it hit that close with the victim being that young.

Later that school year, I began writing a short story about two brothers with two friends freestyling and hanging out on the corner of 26th and Bailey Streets, having fun like teenaged boys do. Along came some knucklehead who wanted to get in on the action but came off the wrong way causing a fight to break out where the knucklehead got his ass whipped. Typical knuckle-head syndrome caused this individual to grab a gun and go after the group of friends who all ran. The two brothers split up with one friend running with the older brother who whipped the knuckle-head's ass and the other friend running with the younger brother, who won the rap battle. The friend who ran with the older brother and had nothing to do with the fight was shot and died in the arms of his best friend, the older brother. Now the older brother feels responsible and seeks revenge on his best friend's murderer with the help of his older cousin, a notorious drug dealer. That was supposed to be the end of the story. Though it had nothing to do with how Raheem was really killed, for some reason, that plot popped in my head and I wrote it down. My friends LOVED IT! They insisted I added more characters and said I should write more. Seven months later, A Thug's Redemption was born. I hand wrote that book, which was 896 pages when I was 15 years old and it's been on ever since...

Since then, I have performed a poem of mine that gave me a little high-school fame, Why Tyrone Can't Read on Power 99FM. Almost 14 years later, people still remember me and they still rememeber that poem. I have also performed at numerous open-mic nights throughout Philadelphia. After reuniting with many of my friends on Facebook who faithfully sat by every day as I wrote A Thug's Redemption and seeing that precious time was being wasted while a great story was left untold, I set out to become a self-published author. As of now, I have been featured in Yo! Raps Magazine. I have been interviewed by Joey Pinkney on the Black Urban Times and have gotten numerous rave reviews for not only A Thug's Redemption, but its two sequels which have just been released June and August of this year. My readers have quickly fell in love with the charatcers: Jamal and his younger brother Shawn, Maurice, Deisha, Chanda and Tamera. They find their background stories and the things they went through as they moved throughout high-school to be very relateable. I have brought out emotions through the words and detailed events of the plot of these three novels which earned me 5 star ratings for each book. There was a time where I was modest about my work and down played my talent so that I did not seem arrogant. But now, I will outright say I AM THE SHIT!! My work speaks for itself. My goal is to reach number one on the New York Times Best Sellers list and I wholeheartedly believe I have the talent to do so. I AM THE SHIT! As arrogant as that sounds, trust me, when you read the A Thug's Redemption series, you will be saying: "Yo, she wasn't lying. She is the shit!"

Thank you for reading. I look forward to recruiting you as one of my newest readers, followers and fans! Peace!

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