Tanya Harris is a native of Memphis, Tennessee who currently resides in Snellville, Georgia. She has spent years writing poems and short stories for personal enjoyment and as a therapeutic means of ending her day. She has a positive outlook on life and believes that life happens to us but we choose how we react to it. It is this belief that gave birth to Supposedly Broken and allowed it to take on a life of its own. Tanya is confident that her writing talent is a gift from God and that within this talent lies an opportunity for ministry. Her goal as an Author is to provide a creative means of entertainment that will have a positive impact on the lives of her readers. The satisfaction felt from knowing that organized words on a page can influence the thoughts and/or actions of others is immeasurable. She loves writing period whether it is poetry, short stories, novels, etc. She has emotional ties to her work not because she can relate to the experiences expressed, but because of the emotions she hears from those who can.
Get to know Tanya:
Why do you write?
I write because I love to do it. It’s where my passion lies. The ability to write is a seed planted in me by God that I’m obligated to cultivate it and help it grow.
At what age did you discover this passion?
I wrote my first two page short story at age 9 as the result of a fourth grade writing assignment.
If writing is your passion, what prevented you from pursuing it as a career?
Fear. Writing comes from a personal place. It’s an honest expression of the emotions I feel when I hear about, read about or otherwise become aware of certain situations. I put my heart into what I write and it’s a challenge for me to put my heart into the hands of my critic.
So now that you seemingly have conquered your fear, what can we expect to see from you in the future?
Currently, I am working on my second novel and I’ve begun an outline for a screenplay. My third or fourth novel will be a book of poetry. . . Basically, I want to create anything that can be produced as a result of my pen hitting the pad.
What inspires you to write?
I’m inspired by people, music, art, nature . . . pretty much anything that can tell me a story.
Where is your favorite place to write?
I love to write in any place where I can plug in my ear buds and get lost into my music
Is Supposedly Broken a standalone novel or is it a part of a series?
I haven’t decided yet.
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About The Book
The Turner cousins were damaged by tragic childhood experiences that no amount of time or therapy could erase. Zakia would always remember the feel of her stepfather’s breath against her skin, Marisa would remember the images of her mother’s bruised face that seemed to never heal and Randi will forever hear the sound of her parent’s rejection. These embedded memories of pain became the foundation of the protective barriers that framed their adult lives. It’s not until an unexpected death occurs that they realize that those barriers that were built to protect them from pain, also shielded them from happiness. As you get to know them, you will sympathize and empathize with their pain, ignite your anger at its source and fall in love with the end results.
“Hey, Sweetie . . . Kyle.” They are both crazy if they think I’m leaving. Kyla needs to stop tripping. She knows that if I leave now, she’s going to call me right back tonight, crying and begging me to take her back. Been there, done that and not doing it again. I’m just going to sit right here on her steps and finish eating my grapes.
“Keep your hands off of my sister, Marcus!”
“What? Was that supposed to scare me, Kyle? I’m supposed to be scared of you?”
“You don’t have to be scared, but you better not touch her!”
“Kyle, wait. This wasn’t a good idea. Let’s just go.”
What did I say? She doesn’t want me to go.
“You better listen to your sister, Kyle.”
“No, you better listen to me!”
“Or wha—” I KNOW this fool didn’t just sucker punch me.
“The next time you want to fight, pick a man, punk!”
Oh, I got your punk.
“The next time you want to call somebody a punk, make sure he’s not holding a gun.” Uh-huh. He ain’t got nothing to say now.“Yeah . . . big brother ain’t so big now.”
“MARCUS . . . What are you doing?”
Kyla’s scared. Good. Maybe she’ll stop putting other people in our business.
“What was it that I ‘better’ do, Big Brother?”
“You think that gun scares me?”
“SHUT UP, KYLE! Let him go, Marcus!”
“You don’t have to be scared, but you better not hit me again.”
“PLEASE, let him go. Kyle, go home!”
“I’m not leaving you here!”
“Then I guess you’re not leaving.”