It is a true pleasure to introduce Donna Hill who is an established yet humble woman. Three of her novels have been transformed into movies for t.v. Donna Hill ...  She is the first recipient of the Trailblazer Award (2002) for her pioneering work in the literary industry for authors and readers. She is doing so much more and has received more credit for her works.       
 
Donna how many books have you written?

To date I have written over forty books which include both full-length novels and novellas.  I've also edited three anthologies, in addition to co-writing an independent film which was produced.
 
Have you ever gotten writer's block?
I wouldn't exactly say writers block.  To me that means you are totally
stumped, unable to write or get your thoughts down.  When I don't write it is more by choice than anything else.  I find that if you plan well, get the
concepts, the outline, character sketches and scenes down before you start writing, the possibility of you running into a blank wall is reduced exponentially. Sometimes all it takes to break the cycle of not being able to write is to walk away from it, do something physical and let your mind roam.  Another remedy is to revisit your work, make adjustments, fill in blanks.
 
Can you share with us an excerpt from Getting Hers?
Sneak Peek at Getting Hers Prologue--Fate is A Funny Thing

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to put to rest the body of our
brother, Troy Benning, husband of Kimberly Sheppard-Benning and a friend to many . . ."

Kim's alabaster complexion was dutifully shielded behind the black veil that
dipped down dramatically from her wide-brimmed black hat. She brought a white handkerchief beneath the veil and dabbed at her dry eyes. "Bastard," she muttered.

The reverend droned on about what a wonderful man Troy was while an endless stream of grievers marched up to the grave to toss a rose or utter words of sorrow and condolence to Kim.

Kim scanned the crowd from behind her veil hoping to catch a glimpse of
Stephanie. Finally she spotted her, with her arm tucked through that of her
husband, Malcolm. Kim's stomach muscles tightened as Stephanie's green-eyed gaze found Kim's blue one. Stephanie offered a slow, sad smile before looking away.

On the far side of the proceedings, Tess McDonald desperately wanted a
cigarette. Funerals, cops, pre-dawn phone calls, hot sex and situations out of her control always elevated her craving. Casually she looked the crowd over. Nothing particularly unusual, except that someone in attendance murdered Troy Benning.

From the opposite side of the hole, beneath the shadow of a spanning oak,
Nicole Perez murmured "Amen," along with the mourners. "And good riddance," she added under her breath. Nicole clasped her gloved hands together and licked her blood red lips. From behind dark glasses her onyx eyes darted around the throng of mourners then returned to rest on the hole in the ground. She swallowed. With all of the situations that she'd found herself in, even behind bars, she hadn't been afraid, wary maybe, cautious for sure, but never afraid. She put on a good front, she had to. No one could ever find out what really happened or didn't. She swallowed hard and tugged in a deep breath. This would all be over soon and the three of them could move on with their lives, whatever that may be.