Perspectives of a 27 year old woman of color with an international flair...

Thoughts from a young woman of color on life, international love, and being true to yourself.


Thursday, July 1, 2010

I have this urge...

I have this uncontrollable urge to write...

I don't know what it is or what it means, but I have this nagging urge to write... to write a story... I know that I get it from my mother - she was heavily into reading and writing poetry... At some point, I'll post one of her poems up here, just so you can see how serious she was. She actually had this old school tattered thesaurus (it looked like it was a hundred years old) that she carried around with her for years. She loved words, discovering new ones, and using them beautifully in her writing.

I didn't quite get the poetry gene from her though... my interest is more in writing fiction. I have this vague interest in writing a story, chronicling a young black woman, somewhat based on my own life experiences and interests, but with an added flair and excitement. Something like Terry McMillan I guess. Something geared toward Black women, around my age and of my mindset. Something of a much higher quality than what defines the Black romance that is out nowadays. As usual, I want to break away from the status quo. Something geared towards my generation and to sisters with interests like my own. A story that really has not been told to my generation of young women.

I visited my psychic friend the other day and she mentioned creative writing to me, and how I need to get my thoughts written down on paper as well as something about I should write my thoughts down when it comes to communicating to my significant other, instead of the verbal approach.

I just have this urge that I can't shake off, like a flower that needs to be watered. I've started writing a small piece of this story, but I haven't returned to it in months. Still this undefined idea is burning through my mind, trying to get out, and I have to stop putting it off.




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