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PUSH IS THE TRUTH

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THE HOTTEST BOOK IN THE STREETS, STILL

UNMATCHED, READ IT, COME GET YOUR FILL!
THIS BOOK IS THE ANSWER, THE FIX, THE PILL!
OTHER WRITERS TRYIN TO EMULATE KING LIT!?
THAT’S OK, THEY ALREADY KNOW I’M THE SHIT!
I’M THAT BOOK WITH THE RICH OLD SOUL,
PLUS, MY WRITER AND HIS PEN BE ICE COLD!
WHATEVER, HOWEVER, YOU CAN’T KILL THE GOD
KEEP RUNNIN YOUR MOUTH, NOTHIN BUT A HOT ROD
I SPLIT YOUR WHITE MEAT JUST PROPPED ON THE SHELF
SOME BOOKS COME CLOSE, BUT I’M BOSS/GREAT HEALTH!
JUST KNOW I’M THAT BOOK WITH MAAD RESPECT,
FROM THE ROCK, TO THE BRICKS, BEDROOM TO MOVIE SET!
TEN YEARS, GOING STRONG, THEY CANNOT DENY
THE CHARACTERS, THE PLOT, NOW ITS MOVIE TIME!

Another Random Starbucks Story by Relentless

For years I’ve been keeping tabs on you Starbucks coffee fans! Here’s another short Starbucks story from yours truly

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Thanks Again To All My Fans & Friends!

I stay grateful to my fans & friends

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YOU’RE A WRITER? SERIOUSLY?

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IF YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH, YOU’D BETTER NOT READ THIS!

The truth, FRIENDO, is you can’t write worth a fuck! And its not merely your writing, but your story has no substance. Its full of hood-speak and nuances that are of interest to people who are shallow in their own life’s discovery. In other words, all they wanna hear is vulgarity, sex, and all about any relation to the dead cycle they’re caught up in. They have no interest in growing, or expanding beyond their environment because they’re stuck on the nail; they’re even comfortable on the nail, just like your writing. I would LOVE to sit here and encourage you, but you need some tough love. You need a kick in the ass! And besides, that wouldn’t be keeping it real!
AND THERE’S MORE!
You have no sense of perspective. You’re writing is all one-dimensional, as if you (the wannabe writer) are God. If you were God, you might have something important and relevant to talk about in your book. And you don’t even hafta be that to be an effective writer; how about just being able to command a reader’s attention with a cohesive paragraph? Hint: if I hafta read that paragraph twice to understand it, you are not cutting the cheese. And how about learning about plotting, tempo, building a character? How about having a voice? You don’t have a voice, friendo. What you are is a town crier, not even loud enuf for the town to hear you. So then, you’re an apartment crier, talkin slick in the mirror/gangsta-grillin in your dreams; stuck in a room that’s not even officially ghetto. If you wanna spend your life tryna “keep it real,” you might wanna show us that (instead of tell us) and become a real writer. You might wanna go back to the drawing board, pick up on some mastery, so your writing won’t continue to be such a mystery.

YOU ASK: “What’s the drawing board consist of, Relentless?”
I RESPOND: “I’m so glad you asked!”

  1. “First of all, burn all the shit you THINK is good writing. Because if you’ve been using that as a blueprint, you either were so caught up in it that you were more entertained than busy with the dynamics of how the story was put together. That, or you were reading some crap to begin with. CRAP=the pretty chic on the cover, the spicy buy-line, and the empty promise of the title that is just as much a lie as the cross-eyed imaginings within the covers.”
  2. “Second; good writing is not necessarily about perspectives, as it is about having a voice. If you don’t have a voice, you’re not a writer. You might as well get you some crayons, because those of us who have indeed mastered our craft are laughing at your silly ass, callin yourself “keeping it real” on your pages. Get a hint, hustler: a true gangster moves in silence. He or she doesn’t promote thru music on disc or words on paper. And the last thing they do is get on the couch with a newscaster to say “I’m a gangster” with the cameras rolling. And if you’re claiming some kind of paradigm-shift and how you’re changing the definition of a gangster, you surely won’t last in a world of so many other town criers who call their words “writing.”
  3. Finally, you’ve attempted to “un-learn” what you think is good writing. You’re now reading and researching the dynamics of storytelling. There’s just one thing left to do. BOOYAH! The game is to be sold, not told! YOU figure it out!

*Okay, so that’s harsh. And I don’t act that way all day/everyday. What I meant to say was—in my kinder/gentler voice—there’s so much I’ve written over the years in my many blogs that can help you, the aspiring author. So read it, put it to use. And maybe you can come up out that hole in the ground that you think is a writer’s world, that you think is a solid foundation of things you know or which you have been through, when in reality its quicksand.

Shout out to the real gangsters who’ve managed to ignore all the bullshit people print in books.

Church.

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GROWING & BLOWING: HOW I WENT FROM AWARD-WINNING AUTHOR, TO FILM MAKER

Missing HARLEM’s 125

Harlem Photos:
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That everyday grind was consuming my energy and feeding me right back. But, as the saying goes, “keep doing the same things, and you’ll keep getting the same results” And that’s why you see the vendors on the streets day after day, a dead end that does not grow or prosper, but merely earns survival. For one to grow, one must earn a “residual income” from real time work and efforts. #truth #relentlessaaron

FACEBOOK MURDERS TRAILERS – A RELENTLESS AARON JOINT

If you say it loud enough, you’ll always sound precocious

A post with an exceptionally long title and single word (supercalifragilisticexpialidocious—it’s the biggest word you ever heard) useful for testing title line heights and potential overflow issues on posts with small title areas.

Relentless & Yoanni, the Air Force Girl @ Starbucks

The_Last_Kingpin-1Am I gettin Relentless here? This beautiful woman is often spotted in the 125th St/Lennox Av area. She works at the Air Force recruiting station and I’ve noticed her from time to time. (How could I NOT!?) Today, she just happened to catch me in a euphoric mood, in the midst of my East Coast book tour, so the KINGPIN came out!

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All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs. Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, “Oh, why can’t you remain like this for ever!” This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.

Mrs. Darling first heard of Peter when she was tidying up her children’s minds. It is the nightly custom of every good mother after her children are asleep to rummage in their minds and put things straight for next morning, repacking into their proper places the many articles that have wandered during the day.

If you could keep awake (but of course you can’t) you would see your own mother doing this, and you would find it very interesting to watch her. It is quite like tidying up drawers. You would see her on her knees, I expect, lingering humorously over some of your contents, wondering where on earth you had picked this thing up, making discoveries sweet and not so sweet, pressing this to her cheek as if it were as nice as a kitten, and hurriedly stowing that out of sight. When you wake in the morning, the naughtiness and evil passions with which you went to bed have been folded up small and placed at the bottom of your mind and on the top, beautifully aired, are spread out your prettier thoughts, ready for you to put on.

I don’t know whether you have ever seen a map of a person’s mind. Doctors sometimes draw maps of other parts of you, and your own map can become intensely interesting, but catch them trying to draw a map of a child’s mind, which is not only confused, but keeps going round all the time. There are zigzag lines on it, just like your temperature on a card, and these are probably roads in the island, for the Neverland is always more or less an island, with astonishing splashes of colour here and there, and coral reefs and rakish-looking craft in the offing, and savages and lonely lairs, and gnomes who are mostly tailors, and caves through which a river runs, and princes with six elder brothers, and a hut fast going to decay, and one very small old lady with a hooked nose. It would be an easy map if that were all, but there is also first day at school, religion, fathers, the round pond, needle-work, murders, hangings, verbs that take the dative, chocolate pudding day, getting into braces, say ninety-nine, three-pence for pulling out your tooth yourself, and so on, and either these are part of the island or they are another map showing through, and it is all rather confusing, especially as nothing will stand still.

Of course the Neverlands vary a good deal. John’s, for instance, had a lagoon with flamingoes flying over it at which John was shooting, while Michael, who was very small, had a flamingo with lagoons flying over it. John lived in a boat turned upside down on the sands, Michael in a wigwam, Wendy in a house of leaves deftly sewn together. John had no friends, Michael had friends at night, Wendy had a pet wolf forsaken by its parents, but on the whole the Neverlands have a family resemblance, and if they stood still in a row you could say of them that they have each other’s nose, and so forth. On these magic shores children at play are for ever beaching their coracles [simple boat]. We too have been there; we can still hear the sound of the surf, though we shall land no more.

Of all delectable islands the Neverland is the snuggest and most compact, not large and sprawly, you know, with tedious distances between one adventure and another, but nicely crammed. When you play at it by day with the chairs and table-cloth, it is not in the least alarming, but in the two minutes before you go to sleep it becomes very real. That is why there are night-lights.

Occasionally in her travels through her children’s minds Mrs. Darling found things she could not understand, and of these quite the most perplexing was the word Peter. She knew of no Peter, and yet he was here and there in John and Michael’s minds, while Wendy’s began to be scrawled all over with him. The name stood out in bolder letters than any of the other words, and as Mrs. Darling gazed she felt that it had an oddly cocky appearance.

Author, Visionary, Urban Fiction’s Mogul In the Making by Eboyne’ Jackson

Relentless Aaron Inks it up with 50 Cent,
Signs Two Major Motion Picture Deals & Continues to Build Upon His Literary Legacy

By: Eboyne’ Jackson

His past life is a mirror image of the groping urban fiction novels he conjures from the crevices of his ingenious mind. 43 year-old DeWitt Gilmore, also known as Relentless Aaron, is a literary aristocrat who has experienced and overcome more adversaries than many can fathom; from being a well-respected television producer, magazine publisher, and nightclub developer, to becoming one of “America’s Most Wanted,” and serving seven years in prison for his hand in a major check cashing scheme. Determined not to become a statistic, Relentless left his seven-year prison sentence with ambition as his ammunition, along with thirty manuscripts in his possession. With those thirty manuscripts, Relentless went on to ink a 6-figure 14-book deal, and has capitulated urban fiction to its greatest height, selling well over 200,000 novels since November 2003. Urban fiction has received a throne among other literary genres, and many accredit Relentless Aaron as being one of the main contributors to this dynamic feat.

For Relentless, success was inevitable, despite his tumultuous childhood, and past run-in with the law. “I grew up in Mount Vernon, New York. Rebellion was my means of expression,” Relentless reflects. “As a child I was naturally curious, naturally mischievous. My parents didn’t have a heavy-handed grip. Most of the time I did what I wanted, but then again there would be repercussions–whippings from mom and or dad,” he laughs.
The freedom Relentless was awarded as an adolescent enabled him the opportunity to cultivate his insurgence despite a sports regime, (baseball was his favorite sport,) as he found pleasure in vandalism and stealing bikes.

“It wasn’t until I turned seventeen that I found myself at a crossroads for the first time. I went to boot camp,” Relentless says. “A recruiter there made a huge impact on my life. The training was intense, very physical. I was fighting men twice my size. When I came out of boot camp alive, I felt like I had won a medal.”

In his later years, Relentless was esteemed among many prominent business professionals and celebrities, as his father was the owner of an immensely popular strip club in the city. Endorsed by the mafia, and celebrated as being one of the most respected nightclub developers, television producers, and magazine publishers, all seemed right in Relentless Aaron’s world.

“I was producing a popular entertainment television show similar to BET, it was a self-contained show,” Relentless reminisces. “The show featured many up-and-coming artists at the time such as Mary J., and Brian McKnight. It was a huge hit, and was syndicated in more than 2 million homes.” Relentless advanced his entrepreneurial skills when he also formed a magazine in conjunction with the show, entitled: “Superstar,” a free entertainment publication that was distributed through out the city quarterly.
Aggravation of the law came into play when Relentless found himself in serious debt due to his ambitious magazine venture. He became involved in an elaborate check-cashing scheme as a result of his financial turmoil. Residing in an intricate 25-bedroom home in New Rochelle, New York, (a house Relentless cites as a “lucky” purchase found at a bargain because of his connection with the owner,) aroused the FBI’s curiosity for further investigation. Unexpectedly, a 40-armed militia of FBI agents and local policeman raided the entrepreneur’s home.

“Here I was living in this huge house,” Relentless scoffs. “To the Feds I was a criminal mastermind, the secret service was investigating me. I was involved in a credit fraud,” he admits.

The media had a field day when the FBI found a letter in Relentless’ home that was written years ago as a memoir for his first fiction story. The letter was about exhorting $2 million dollars from authorities to evade the poisoning of consumer Tylenol capsules. “The letter was a joke,” Relentless insists. “I went through lie detector tests regarding that, and was sentenced to prison in 1996 for seven years due to the credit scam.”

While prison cells promised cold isolation and boredom, Relentless found solace in writing fiction stories from his prospective, a street prospective. His stories were filled with violence, sex, and illegal activity, and soon became a magnet of attraction for his fellow in mates.

Relentless shares, “Other inmates couldn’t believe my work, they would literally stand in line to read one of my stories. Mind you at the time, they were hand-written stories,” he laughs. “Every one thought my stories were hot.”

Even Jay-Z’s cousin, Emory Jones, (whom Jay sends a shout out to in his song, “Do You Wanna Ride,”) sealed Relentless’ literary credibility. “Emory believed in my writing ability. He said I was the Michael Jordan of urban fiction,” he reflects. “In jail, he would literally spend half of his commissary me; he’d hit me up with whatever I needed—books, notebooks, pens. Like he believed in Jay, he believed in me.”

In prison, one story quickly became a catalyst for thirty completed manuscripts. In 2003, after fulfilling his seven-year term, Relentless was awarded freedom from bondage, and moved back to New Rochelle, New York. He embarked on a new beginning with literature as his means of survival.

“I was determined to find a job and get out of the half-way house. I was determined to make something out of myself,” he says matter-of-factly. “I worked in an office and used it to my advantage. I would format books and provide graphic services. I provided this service for a client, and ended up also laying out my first book for retail with a small print company.”

So the story goes: The very same day Relentless was released from the half –way house, he lined up on 125th Street in Manhattan, with an unabashed tenacity. His knapsack was filled to the brim with 50 copies of his first urban fiction thriller, Push, a tale about a man named Reginald “Push” Jackson, who entangles himself in the fast life, sells drugs, does time, and with the best intentions, winds up getting romanced by the streets all over again.

He charged $15 per book, and returned home with an empty knapsack, and went on to sell another additional 300 copies of the novel on the streets in less than a week. Relentless continued to hustle his novels on the streets, in small bookstores, and on the Internet, determined to make himself a household name.
With “relentless” determination, he was approached by St. Martin’s Press, one of the most notable publishing houses. He brought a few of his titles: Topless, Push, and Platinum Dolls. “I told the publisher that I wanted to make history. I told them that I wanted to make 100 million dollars. 100 million based on book sales and movie deals, my novels were presented as a package deal.”

Relentless’ demands were proclaimed as being “out of reach” by the publishing house. “I left the books, and days later, I received a call back from St. Martin’s Press, offering me a six figure deal.”

Turning his first 4-book contract into a 14-book mass market deal, Relentless is one of the only authors afforded the opportunity to market his literature as he pleases, as his books fly off the shelves of national bookstore retailers. To this day, Relentless takes pride in walking the streets with his books in tow, announcing his identity to the world.

“I know no limitations,” Relentless says with pride. “I mean no disrespect to the publishers. For me it’s all about branding, so I continue to market my brand.”

Since landing his lucrative deal with St. Martin’s Press seven years ago, Relentless has written and released 33 novels, and has appeared on ABC World News, Ed Gordon for NPR News, as well as featured in the New York Times, and Ebony Magazine, among many other media outlets. With all of his media ties, Relentless Aaron has accumulated well over 2 billion impressions over the past 4 years! He is also currently represented by Violator Management, one the world’s most prominent multi-media entertainment corporations, home to Diddy, 50 cent, Busta Rhymes, and LL Cool J., among others.

It doesn’t stop there.
“Being down with Violator Management has been invaluable to me,” Relentless shares. “My agent landed the book deal for me with 50 Cent’s G-Unit Books/ Simon & Schuster,” he says gratefully. “It’s all about increasing marketability!”

Relentless Aaron is more than an author; he’s a visionary. Recently, he signed two major motion picture deals for his bestsellers, Push, (directed by prominent actor, Bill Duke,) and the Last Kingpin.

Relentless is a “boss man” in his own right, as he is the CEO of Relentless Content, a multi-faceted book publishing company that focuses on book promotion, ghost writing, and Internet production. In addition, Relentless is the CEO/Program Director of Relentless Networks, an Internet-TV Broadcast studio, affiliated with Violator T.V. Relentless Networks fathers 40 channels such as Gospel T.V., and Top Model T.V.; offering diverse programming ranging from lifestyle, sports, entertainment.

Between hosting the Bronner Bros. International Beauty Show in Atlanta every year, to his various speaking engagements encouraging reading and literacy, Relentless Aaron is a man of ambition with very little time to break away from building his empire. He is also currently penning his final title for St. Martin’s Press, tentatively titled: Thicker Than Love, to be released sometime fall-09.
“Yes, I live an amazing life,” Relentless admits. “I am a work horse, every day is a hustle,” he laughs. “I swear one of these days, I am going to plan a getaway and get a Swedish message and not think about business!”

In Relentless’ well of knowledge, he asserts, “that mastering one’s craft is the key to success.” He says with conviction, “Whether you are an entrepreneur or a shoe polisher, you better be the best CEO or shoe polisher that ever lived. Stay in your lane, never perpetrate to be a hummingbird if you’re a vulture and vice versa. Know yourself. Your work ethic and discipline will bring forth recognition.”

“I mean, take it from me; look how far I’ve come,” Relentless laughs. “When I received my first 4-book deal I was knocking at the door, now I kick the door down!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SO YOU WANNA GET YOUR BOOK PUBLISHED TODAY, HUH!?

SO YOU’RE CONSIDERING SPENDING MONEY TO MARKET YOUR BOOK?

Well, let me keep it ALL THE WAY REAL with you. You think that your book is SO good that the $399. you’re considering spending on some Internet marketing is gonna pay for itself (and more? And you are DEAD WRONG. You think the $1500 you’re about to spend on a “booth” at the regional “arts convention” is gonna make all the difference and the world, and that next week you’ll have an extra $10,000 in your hands thanks to the ad.

Hmmm…

I have 10 years of writing books under my belt. I have 5 years of marketing books as experience. And I’ve heard or I’ve been approached by every book scam there is. The scam they are about to launch tomorrow, for the purpose of profiting off of aspiring authors; I ALREADY KNOW ABOUT IT.

My point is this; I have the writing experience (and awards) to direct and guide you through the writing process. I also have the knowledge and experience to direct and guide you through the marketing/sales process. If you step out there and try any of this (small press or mass market), and you don’t consult Relentless Aaron, then shame on you. But we’re not mad atcha. We just wanna extend our invite and let you know to come and read the BLOGS on this site and on the main website: www.relentlessaaron.com Stay connected to Relentless at www.twitter.com/relentlessaaron and stay up on the youtube vids that Relentless Aaron preduces at www.youtube.com/relentless

Ask anyone who knows the truth and they will tell you that Relentless is the Kanye West of Urban Lit. Read the press and you will see that Relentless Aaron is the “leader” and at the forefront of the street lit movement. And your book DOES NOT have to be “street lit” for you to qualify for Relentless consultation. Relentless is a RESOURCE. One of the PRIME resources in the publishing industry.

Stay Connected. Stay tuned.

Life Is A Trip…

For some, life is a journey,

for others a sprint,

you either go fast to nowhere,

or you realize life’s a gift.

You either have faith in others,

or from others you skip,

in the end please remember,

life is a trip.

#RelentlessAaron

Just some updates/Random Relentless

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The world breaks down to this: POPCORN. PORN. PURPOSE. That is, 1) FAKE SHIT, 2) SEX/TEMPTATION, 3) FOCUSED, GOAL-ORIENTED ON THE RIGHT PATH #Happy

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Okay one more post then DINNER! Today I was given a case of ‪#‎Skittles‬ it reminded me of an ex-girlfriend who was "out of practice" in her "brainstorming" 😂 so word has it that to get her "mind right" she had to exercise by eating Skittles??? So she suggested I bring home a few bags from the supermarket. See? And you wonder why my shit ain't all the way screwed on! ‪#‎gonnasavethesefortherightwoman‬ Lmfao

 

 

Okay so I had my own rant today as well! Lol I only peeked at the debate! You see...

I want my "I Survived Camp Trexler" t-shirt!


Lol I think that will be the name of the book tho... Maybe it will be some sort of inspirational book about this scar...
Just yesterday I was in the Jacuzzi and touched my fingers to my eyebrow. I'm amazed that even at 50 years old I can still feel "the scar" left from my adolescence. I couldn't help thinking about how very close that rock came to taking my eye out and how I might have lived a lifetime with one eye. God was with me that day that those White Trexler campers chased me and threw stones at me... God didn't control how it happened, nor did God prevent the racial slurs... God didn't even step-in to tell these kids "STOP! Behold, this young man's mother is Lorraine/the camp nurse, a woman who is there to fix your cuts, to sooth your colds and to ease your headaches. Why now do you choose to attack this young man with stones, as a group... Your Christian Brother?" Sigh... Take a Black kid out of the inner-city and match him with boys from other worlds and this is what it is... So many lessons learned from summer camp. Glad I left with all my faculties. Being "stoned" has happened at every level of my life tho! I realize I'm "different" I do things different than others, I'm never on the same page and I always get different results. So then this can't be entirely about Trexler or the racism of the day (not this book, anyway), but more of that realization that being cut from a different cloth... That sense of knowing: "hey I embrace my being "different" but too, i'm glad I realize (in time to save my own life ‪#‎prevention‬) that my walk in life always comes with a different set of rules, successes and even ultimate consequences. My walk in life is random and unscripted, so-against the grain that there is jealousy and envy to cope with. My walk in life has lead to pursuit of peace and peaceful measures and the delicate balance when my brain and its cohort (my mouth) decide to shake the room. If only I could've learned to be humble and non-confrontational at a younger age; if only I knew wisdom, I may have avoided so much pain. But in the overall landscape photo, I did not do too bad if I was able to keep both of my eyes, all of my teeth, all of my bones and half a brain. I Survived Camp Trexler!

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While Monique Presley (Cosby's lawyer) is very outspoken, good with the mouth, she can't clean up his mess. Coz is going down in history as "the funniest serial rapist ever" everyone has their conspiracy theories, but you can't change what happened and how he has addressed/ignored/ engaged in the activity. Laughing about it on Larry King, incorporating it into his Cosby Show storyline... Admitting to it in court documents. Now if you want to argue whether or not the act of "doping" or "slipping a Mickey" to someone was "acceptable" back in the day-versus how it's seen today/that's a good argument. But if you're gonna ignore these women and their horrors... ‪#‎missmewiththatshit‬ ‪#‎signedsealeddelivered‬