Sometimes, I wish sharing the grueling writing process was as “cool” as watching beat makers or singers make music. Sometimes, I wish writing could be as fun as trying a new flavor of some scientific-ass evolved dish such as dry-iced cream. Sometimes I wish the recording of instagram-able stories with a 10-second capture of double spaced pages that took an achingly 3 months time of reading, writing, and thinking and how that would produce something as aesthetically pleasing like a painting, sculpture, movie — heck just something as tangible and sensible as a new contraption someone can engage all the senses with: touch, taste, smell, sight, sound… was just as “cool” as a picture of something beautiful like a model or sunset, capture by a likely high end photographer. And yes, I know that was a long-run sentence. Sometimes I do that. On purpose.
I think it takes a different type of sense for some folks to truly innerstand the art of Writing. What that looks like.. what entails good, thoughtful, intimate, solid, effort-ed writing. Like a seasoned and expensive bottle of whiskey shared with your semi-alcoholic uncle during a holiday party. Sometimes I want my writing to feel like a shot of something harsh that brings warmth, but not the expense of your liver. Sometimes I want to create writing that touches someone in ways the 5 basic senses could/might never capture, or just writing in general. Writing, in any case, is obviously one of my art forms, too.
Perhaps that’s just one of the many valid, cool, fun, and complex ways of living in today’s society. Each art form speaks to people in different ways, yet like teachers (respect though, yalls) — writers aren’t as applauded for their wit and dedication to the intricacies that have given birth to more celebrated forms of writing: spoken word, rap, comedy, poetry, your newest self-help influencer releasing their 3rd published book in 3 years commodifying off the world’s panic and fear-based thinking…
My hope by the end of this upcoming Gregorian calendar year, I can amplify the artistry that entails what a writer goes through. The good, bad, atrocious; all while gleaning the beauty in between. And my hope is that, whomever this reaches, you’ll have a medium yourself to show some love and/or let a gyal know you rock with the art form.
Cheers to another late night of graduate school paper editing, accompanied by a not-so-wise decision to consume caffeine later in the day as I embark a self-discipline engagement yalls can tune into with the next post. We have so many manifestations to materialize in 2024. #SimbangGabi, lehsgetit.
#IYKYK.
