I define myself as a writer, but a writer is defined by her body of work. I look over my body of work for the past year and wonder how I could ever call myself a writer. It’s been a year of opportunities and inspiration, and what do I have to show for it? Nothing. I have nothing to show for it.

I measure my personal success by the competitions I enter and the feedback I get from those. Deadlines approach and I have nothing to enter. Nothing worthy, anyway. The only writing I’ve done this year will never see the light of day. Actually, I take that back. The writing I’ve done this year, I’m comfortable sharing with complete strangers, hiding behind the anonymity of the Internet, but I would never allow eyes to view it that could also see my face. Never let anyone read it who might also know me. Never share it with anyone who might know my name. These pieces come from the part of my soul where God’s light doesn’t shine—or does it? I’ve always been told it doesn’t.

The part that kills me—that really eats me up inside—is that I’m proud of those pieces. Some of them are beautiful in their artistry. Some of them captured the characters with a clarity that can’t be replicated. In some, the words flowed with an artistic precision that was more reminiscent of poetry or music than prose. So what if they are taboo?

The so-what is that society frowns upon me and mine. So my art, my precious daydreams fleshed out with carefully chosen words, remains relegated to the shadows.

At least I’m not alone there.

No, never alone. I am not the only writer, only artist, banished to the dark corner of the room where we can’t get underfoot. We are society’s naughty step-children. They love their white, vanilla world, content to wallow in their misguided traditions.

But I like my chocolate. And I like my chocolate dark.




Current Residence: The interworkings of my head
Favourite genre of music: Pop/Rock/R&B
Favourite style of art: Literature, traditional art, photography
Personal Quote: "Hold your head high and be proud of who you are, no matter who that is." --Me