Tuesday, November 24, 2015

When Pens Collide ~ A Night of Inspiration & Revelation

So about last Saturday night. When Pens Collide was an intimate event that took place at the lovely Draper Art Studio in The Bronx. We nine featured writers, in all black everything and our colorful scarves, sat on one side of the room; while the readers/attendees for the event sat on the other. Surrounded by great pieces of art, we all mingled, laughed, and drank some of the best wine I’ve ever tasted. 

Prior to the event I had no idea what I was in for. I just knew I had to read two pieces of work written by other featured writers. And that three of my pieces (from this blog) would also be read aloud. The same would be done by and for the other eight writers too. None of us knew which pieces got picked from our blogs or whose pieces we would be reading for the event. 

When talking to When Pens Collide creator, Tassika, I understood that the point of the event was for us writers to hear our words read aloud. But I had no idea what that would actually look, feel, and sound like until we got started.

Thursday, November 19, 2015

When Pens Collide

Every once in a while I am asked to be a part of some pretty amazing and creative events. So when Tassika started tweeting about When Pens Collide, and then confirmed she wanted me to be a part of it, I was beyond thrilled and excited. 

At that time, I wasn't exactly sure what this event would entail, I was simply excited for the opportunity. The opportunity to be in the company of some great writers, reunite with my fave blogger boos, and meet new people.

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

I Have Entered A New Phase

In a previous post (here) I wrote about how important it is for your road to success to continue to grow longer. 

“…every time I keep getting closer to what I think is the end of my path, the path should grow. Meaning as I evolve and grow, my path should too. Hence, why I should never get comfortable, especially when it comes to my career.”

And with that being said, I have entered into a new phase with my book. My book was completed this summer and I spent September, October, and the first week of November receiving feedback from readers and making final edits. And finally, I have entered the pitching phase. I have found five agents who I would love to have represent my book. So I’m in the process of peeking their interests to see which one will say yes. 

Thursday, November 12, 2015

"I'll Be Over Here"

Have you ever been somewhere and felt completely out of place? Whether it was because of age, comfort level, or just simply due to lack of interest in the people around you…this feeling is something I’ve experienced a lot lately. I often find myself going to places with people just to get out of the house. But while there, I’m quickly reminded of why home is actually where I prefer to be.

It also reminds me that I need to make sure I’m surrounding myself with like-minded people, who have similar interests. If not for worth wild conversations, then simply for the sake of my sanity. Everything doesn’t have to be “Lit” and every situation doesn’t warrant a “Turn up.” Or maybe I’m just different, either way I am so not with it. And thankfully, I am not the only one.

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

"Everything, Everything"

Madeline Whittier is allergic to the outside world. So allergic, in fact, that she has never left the house in all of her seventeen years. She is content enough—until a boy with eyes the color of the Atlantic Ocean moves in next door. Their complicated romance begins over IM and grows through a wunderkammer of vignettes, illustrations, charts, and more.

Everything, Everything is about the thrill and heartbreak that happens when we break out of our shell to do crazy, sometimes death-defying things for love.

“The greatest risk is not taking one” 

I’m not sure who recommended this book to me or where the desire to read it came from. But Everything, Everything is an excellent read. It took me only two nights to read through the 300 or so pages of Madeline Whittier’s life.

With my ever present battle of making sure I’m living each moment to the fullest, this book is a reminder to do just that. As Madeline longs to leave her bubble and live a regular teenage life, the reader is automatically reminded of the everyday things we take for granted. 

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

"On Becoming Fearless"

“But if the voice is just mindlessly nit-picking and running us down, we have a responsibility to lower the volume. If we let these voices deplete our energies, they will. Since the comparison game is a game that no one can win, why play in the first place?” 

-Arianna Huffington

The above quote is my favorite from On Becoming Fearless, by Arianna Huffington. This book truly has the ability to change anyone’s perspective on fear and how it can shape your life. No matter what your fear is: kids, career, relationships, etc –Arianna covers it all. 

The major lesson I learned from reading this book is that fear is always going to be around. The way I choose to deal with my fear is the only way I will truly overcome it. I have also learned that I don't always have to look at fear as a bad thing. Being fearful of something can actually be the one piece of motivation I need to conquer it.

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

My Dream Confirmed It

The other night I had a dream that I was in a house where a woman was running around stabbing people. In each room that I ran into there was someone on the floor who had just been stabbed and was struggling to stay alive. I remember being so scared in the dream. I didn’t know why this lady was stabbing people, if she knew I was in the house or not, or if I was even a target of hers.

What was even crazier was that I could not speak. I would open my mouth but nothing would come out. I remember thinking, “I need to shout: I plead the blood of Jesus.” Because I knew that would make everything okay. But when I realized nothing was coming out of my mouth I became frantic. I eventually ran to a room where there wasn’t a stabbed body, I kneeled down on the floor and rested my head on the bed.

I was crying uncontrollably and in my mind I was speaking in tongues. I did this without even thinking. I was crying so much that I ended up laying in the bed and falling asleep. I then awoke to a sharp knife coming towards me. But when the knife got close, it would stop and pull away. This happened three times and then the woman trying to stab me ran away.

I sat up in the bed and cried some more, thinking why am I here? Why is this happening to me? Then two men came into the room with knives and I froze. They saw me, I saw them. I knew they were going to get me. One of the men swung his arm to stab me, but once again when the knife got close to me it would stop. With his thick Jamaican accent one man told the other, “Me can’t reach her. Something is in the way.”