You ever sit down on the toilet seat and suddenly get struck with a brilliant idea? Or find yourself rushing home from a walk around your neighbourhood because you don’t want to forget the title of your next blog post.
It seems that blasts of creativity hit at the oddest of moments. That leaves some people to believe that producing some kind of mind-blowing novel or design or photography series is a matter of waiting for the right idea to show itself.
But true creativity, the creativity that will touch your audience’s soul, doesn’t have to be a matter…
Full manuscript in two months. That was the goal. I was on vacation in Mexico, no less, when I checked my email and saw the opportunity. It was mid-June and the conference was happening near the end of August. Agents would be there, and I told myself that nothing was going to stop me from getting this done, even though I’d never written a manuscript in less than a year.
But I was determined. I put myself on a rigorous schedule:
Write from 5:00 am to 8:30 am.
Do freelance work from 9–5 (I still needed to make money)
A Look Into The Mother-Daughter Dynamic In The Jamaican Home
The black Jamaican family structure sees an emphasis on the importance of a biological matriarch, be it a mother, grandmother, and in some cases, even a great grandmother, who runs the household. To a great extent, we can say this is caused by patriarchy, and from that, we can look at the influences of colonialism and slavery in furthering these ideals. Traditionally, in the Caribbean, and Jamaica, in particular, it is said that the woman runs the house while the man finances it, (terribly misogynistic but, we move). …
I found myself doing a ritual early in the morning. The aroma of warm coffee lifts me into a writer’s trance state. Warming up the engines by reading a few articles here in Medium, heat my pistons to a hundred revolutions.
But I have noticed something distinctive. Almost everyone talks about the same. It’s either the classic self-help topic or how to master the craft of writing?
From what I see, these topics dominate the most popular platforms, aside from the business ones alone.
They clung to the trunk and tail in a chain of circus elephants, marching gracefully to…
Sitting in front of the Keyboard, I see a portal opening before my eyes where the keystrokes’ mechanized sound transports me on a magic carpet journey.
Each word composed into sentences gives me the sensation of vividly living inside my imaginative world.
How is this possible? Could it be the magic of the universe compressed in my mind? Or just the pure, clear expression of my heart towards the “Infinite.”
It’s like an all-mighty power to create from the invisible realm of thoughts to the visible reality through keystrokes. Writing is like a magic wand where everything is infinitely possible.
“I travel because it makes me realize how much I haven’t seen, how much I’m not going to see, and how much I still need to see.”
– Carew Papritz.
When I was growing up I never knew that one day I would become a solo traveler. I didn’t decide on it but I experienced it when I turned 29 in 2015.
I took my first solo trip to Mumbai City (Known as the Financial Capital of India) and that experience stayed with me.
Although I met my friends there and stayed with them I discovered the city with new…
My journey back to creating
I was seventeen and around everyone I shouldn’t be around. The perception was that I had it all figured out because of my confidence. Whenever I was in doubt, I went back to what I knew. Although I was ageing, I stopped advancing intellectually, spiritually, and emotionally. I put all of that growth aside and I filled it with validation from things and people that didn’t matter.
I took the easy way out and got a job because it was admirable. I didn’t even try and go for the best job or the highest paying…
We moved a lot, my eight siblings and me. Sometimes, they infringed my personal space. My stories disappeared. These were invaluable because, after trauma, I lost two things: a prodigious memory that enabled me to recall the page of any event in a book and an ability to create fantasy.
When not writing, I read everything I could get my hands on, including “ Love is a many-splendored thing” before I was eleven. The stories of the Orient fascinated me. Not until I grew up did I realize its unsuitability, but the sexual bits never disturbed me.
Foreign agents embroiled…
“If you hear a voice within you say you cannot paint, then by all means paint and that voice will be silenced.”
― Vincent Willem van Gogh
When I was four years old I was an artist. I can recall how I drew the family of teddy bears enjoying the fantastic ride in the adventure park. That was the artwork that my ART Teacher never returned to me. She signed it and kept it with herself in showcasing the best collections of her students.
At that time I didn’t know what it did mean but today I know.
Building a community of creatives, connected by the power of vulnerability and creativity.