Dear universe,
Please don’t let the Color Purple come on today.
Sincerely,
Keshia
This house is killing me.
I feel devastated now.
(Source: weheartit.com)
I started up again.
(Source: behind--the-smile)
…but for the last two nights, I have dreamt of you. You were randomly there in small crowds and I kept searching out for your face to see you clearly.
When Doves Cry - Prince
My friend said something last week that stuck with me about writing. My expressive writing is an extension of me, a way for others to see who I am without divulging too much. The characters, although they can be from completely different walks of life than me, are expressions and ideas in my psyche that I want to pen. Social commentary, information, entertainment, or even methods of persuasion I want to convey to my reader if I choose to do so. To show anyone my work is a huge step for me because no matter what, it is mental and emotional. It is personal. If anyone ridicules, scrutinizes, mocks, steals, defames, tacks on their own ending to my hard work, I would be very pissed, because it is throwing artistic integrity out of the window. I am fine with constructive criticism of course, because that is part of growing as a writer, to be edited and critiqued, but I do not agree with breaking spirits lol.
Then I realized I can’t show everyone the rough draft of my work like I used to do in the past. It is missing pieces to its puzzle and it has revealing imperfections and flaws I hate for anyone to see and judge because it takes more than putting a pen to paper or letting my imaginations run wild to create cohesive narrative. It takes organization, outlines, multitasking, patience, and many, many, many things to deliver something I am proud of, the outcome I set it out to be. Then I don’t trust showing certain people the rewrites of my work. I will reserve that right for those who always supported including the actual muses, those who take a genuine interest where I feel comfortable enough showing them, and of course http://www.FictionUnited.com (shameless plug, shawty!). The rest can get me at my best and finished.
In short, The brilliant singer-songwriter/record producer Erykah Badu said it best:
Now keep in mind, I’m an artist, and I’m sensitive about my shit.
day 05 - a song that reminds you of someone
This song reminds me of my friend Brittany from middle school. We used to bust out singing it ever so often, and I bet if I call her tomorrow she would still do it with me lol. She did the point and leg movement dance in the video and called it her “sexy dance” all through 7th grade, even in the middle of the hallway at school, much to my chagrin. I know you’re wondering, this song came out in ‘98 and I’m 21, and the math is not adding up. That’s what makes it funny. We couldn’t let go of our childhood pop singers. =D
