My life right here
This question has been throbbing in my mind for weeks. In this journey of writing, it all started in elementary school for me. I used to have these journals in which I would write in everyday. Scrawny etches of chicken scratch penmanship would litter a composition notebook on various days on anything from what nine-year-old Tiffany learned in school that day to the interactions she had with other kids. Little Tiffy was definitely a shy one. It did not change that much in high school. But during those teen years, writing was so exciting for me. Every time the teacher would give me an essay assignment, I would look at it as an exhilarating new challenge to immerse myself in. It was such a thrill and joy to be able to write. At the time, I never realized how much I liked to write until a friend and my tenth grade English teacher made me see my potential.
Today, a magazine journalism degree and a few editorial internships and “jobs” later, I question whether I am still defined as a “writer.” Other than the fact that my grammar, style and prose is probably not as up to par as it once was, I don’t write as much as you would think. One thing I have come to accept, I am a procrastinator even when it comes to the things that I love. Routine and deadlines keeps this somewhat free spirited mind on schedule. If it’s not on a to-do list or there is no deadline, it will not get done. The daily grind of work and other responsibilities constantly pushes this passion to the side for me. So even though I write when I can, I still ask myself this question.
In today’s world that’s only getting smaller and smaller, writers or so called “writers” pop up all over the web. Some people just wake up randomly one day and decide that they are going to be a writer. There are oodles of published content from people who could not write if their life depended on it to distinguished literary geniuses. There are all types of writers: bloggers, journalists, poets, content curators, editors, novelists, authors, song writers and more. Some people can write twenty or more pieces of content a day while others write a little something every week. At the end of the day, they all do define themselves as a writer.
Through all this mental pondering, at least for now I think I can answer my question. I am a writer because of one simple reason: it brings me joy. You would not even know how happy I am just writing this particular post. All the posts, articles, rewrites, blog entries, essays and journal entries I have written in my life has always provided me with true happiness. The ability to pour out our thoughts and give it life is a true gift that all of us human beings have. So whether you write to give your business more traffic or because you report for a blog or news organization, find the joy in what you do because that my friend is what makes you a writer.
*Raises hand proudly* I want to rap. Honestly, I’ve grown to truly embrace this growing dynamic art from, but never thought I could spit a bar. But these guys Mike Wilson and Kaneki who are chilling “On The Green” make a lady want to at least try. In this visual, they bring forth “The Real” divulging that people of this passion don’t need to be on the streets, don’t need to know the struggle and could even rock “tree” poses as part of their intro.
Do you feel your arms slowly rising in the air to move along with the beat? Nope! Really? Well, you’re crazy cause this beat exhibits great possibilities for movement. “N****a, Why you rapping for? You ain’t got a baby girl on the way….you ain’t really live in the hood,” says the truthful chorus. It’s a breath of fresh air to find artists who embrace hip hop from diverse walks of life. Let’s remember that rap is a form of self expression. Why should it be forced into one box of who represents it? Well, “On The Green” represents it quite well. Check it out for yourself below.
The urge to write sometimes comes to you at the most random times. Seriously, I was driving earlier and wanted to write. It sucked cause I don’t think it’s legal to write and drive. Luckily, the urge came back while listening to some inspiring music from Kendrick Lamar. I’ve been feeling these words for some time now, but today I finally got the push I needed to get it out. Conversations with some pretty dope friends was also part of the product for this piece. Check it out and I hope it gets you to do what you do best – being the awesome person that you are.
an entity that cannot be boxed in
keep me free and I will be
the truest form of ecstasy
a sensation that only
some can see
the delights of warmth, charisma and grace
created as human with no haste
An energy of light beaming through
life at a speed that’s best for me
unstoppable and malleable in space
an organism sifting through life
trying to understand it’s complexities
but blossoming from my eloquent pirouettes and ghastly deformities
a woman meandering in a spiral of comic energy
embracing the intricate elements changing each day
and growing to make a path of peace and joy along the way
It’s been too long. How y’all doing? You know, there’s something missing sometimes. I want to write, but I need inspiration; a muse to draw me into the blank page and color it with vivid words. I have the desire cawing at me every day. It nags me like a love sick child crying for attention. I want to write. I need to write. But life always locks me away from my freedom to express.
I can not tell you I will be back here every day. But what I can promise you is that I will try. Whether it be once a week or once every few weeks, by golly I will try. The characters spilling out of my fingers now are already making me feel a little giddy. I’m feeling a little tipsy from my writing return. I hope I get to experience this much more often. And I hope to experience you too. Be well and I hope you stop by for a visit again.
Happy New Year btw. Welcome to 2014!