This time next week I will be making my way down the highway for #WineWithWritersATL!
I can’t wait to see you all there! There will be wine and writers and shenanigans! AHEM! I meant to say deep conversations about serious things. Until then, let’s get to know DL White!
Would you like to see into the future? Why?
Nah. I like predictability as much as the next guy but I also love the element of surprise. If you STAY ready you ain’t got to GET ready. HA!
If you could only choose one vacation destination where would you pick and why?
Gah, why are you asking me thisssss??? A beach. I don’t know which one but it should have soft white sugar sand and blue green water and the air should be warm… that’s as specific as I can get.
What show on Netflix did you binge watch embarrassingly fast?
It wasn’t Netflix, but the L Word… I found it online and blew through that series like CRAZY. GAH JENNY SCHECTER WE HATE YOU!
What will finally break the internet?
I can’t even say. I’m not sure it can be broken at this point. It’s so evil, it’s all powerful.
What’s in your purse?
Like fitty eleven pens, ibuprofen, chapstick, my organizer, my wallet, Tangy Mae (my kindle), and one of those multi charge cord things so I can charge all of the things. And of course the work phone and the Ho phone.
Favorite book you’ve written?
Brunch at Ruby’s. It’s always going to be my Book Baby.
Are you spring, summer, fall, or winter? Please share why.
SUMMER. I just LOVE it, heat and all. Spring is a close follow up. If I don’t have to worry about a jacket and the skies are blue and cloudless…. Heaven.
If you were a city, which city would you choose to be and why? Some place hip and cosmopolitan but also kinda downhome…. Like Atlanta.
What technology from science fiction do you wish existed?
Teleporting. I neeeeeeed that technology.
What are the most common road blocks that stop people from achieving their dreams?
Fear. In my opinion, road blocks boil down to fear. Fear of unknown, fear of success, fear of failure, fear of the word no, of people not liking us or our ideas. If you had NO FEAR, what could you accomplish?
Excerpt from Leslie’s Curl and Dye
He smiled, quietly laughing while his eyes surveyed the salon, starting at the reception desk, a plain old desk from Caine Brothers Wood Works. Then he took in the mismatched leather chairs that comprised the waiting area; the salon chairs with peeling vinyl patched with black tape and the shampoo bowl that was a refurbished and redesigned laundry sink.
To the naked, and maybe the more upscale eye, the Curl & Dye wasn’t much to look at. But people came to the Curl & Dye for the atmosphere.
“I mean, with all due respect, Leslie…” KC shrugged and gestured toward the small salon. “You’re not my competition.”
That lofty, lightheaded feeling was zapped as quickly as it came. I felt like I landed face first on the pavement. There went my moment of attraction.
Tamera stood beside me, her arms crossed. “Look who decided to slum it over on the old side of Potter Lake.”
“I’m not… slumming. I hadn’t been over here since I moved back and— “
“And you decided to pop in and start some shit with us?”
KC’s eyes narrowed and his brows formed “V” of irritation. The glare he gave Tamera gave me an uneasy feeling.
“Tam, why don’t you close out the day for me? Pull the receipts and get the deposit ready.” I led her to the front desk and pulled out the chair for her to sit.
As soon as she was settled, I grabbed KC’s arm and guided him back out of the shop into the warm evening. I heard Tamera grumbling, not even under her breath, as she sat at the desk and began the daily closing ritual.
“What do you want?” I asked him, noticing the enormous black Escalade parked in front of the window. “We’re about to close up.”
He shrugged a shoulder, tossing his keys from one hand to the other. Back in college he used to do the same with a basketball. “I just… was around and— “
“Bullshit. You have no reason to be on this side of the lake except to be snooping around this shop. So… what? You wanted to gloat? To say some more shit about stealing my clients?”
“I’m not steal—” He heaved a deep sigh and shoved both hands into his pockets. “I felt bad. About earlier. You surprised me by showing up at the shop. I felt cornered and I get mouthy when I feel like that. Listen, I think we got off on the wrong foot— “
“No, I think the foot we got off on was right. You came out here and opened a business in direct competition with mine— “
“That was not my intent, Leslie. I keep telling you, I didn’t know this shop was here.”
“Well, now you do.”
I paused, giving a wide-eyed stare at ruggedly bushy eyebrows, at long, undeservedly lush lashes, at almond shaped eyes, at full lips and well-edged goatee.
Damn, he was fine. Had always been fine but… damn, he was fine.
“Now I do,” he acknowledged, with a head nod. “All I’m saying is that we should be able to co-exist.”
I gestured toward the building that was The Curl & Dye, catching a glimpse of Evonne and Tamera standing in the middle of the shop watching us talk. I pulled him away from the window, toward the driver side door of his truck.
“It would be one thing if you were just a barbershop. Most of the men in this town do their own hair; they only come to me if they want something real nice. That cheap cut you offer is perfect for them.”
He scoffed, but I ignored it. “We can’t co-exist because women are going to your shop instead of mine, for services I offer, my mother offered, my Grandy offered for years. Your shop could lose a customer or three and it wouldn’t hit your bottom line. I need every client I can get. Your shop is some kind of…”
I shrugged, shaking my head. “Get rich quick scheme, it seems. Except you’re already rich, so now you’re just being greedy. The Curl & Dye is my bread and butter. It keeps me and my parents in food and electricity and Grandy in good care at Primose Gardens. It’s about more than a cheap haircut.”
I began to back away from him and his truck and his intoxicatingly sexy smelling cologne. It was making me heady and I was feeling all kinds of really familiar feelings from being too close to him.
“I just want to run my shop, KC.”
“And I want to run mine,” he responded, a hand splayed across his chest.
Leslie’s Curl & Dye Link- https://www.amazon.com/dp/B075J6LQ8X