When I started writing 25 years ago, it was a means of healing. I wrote poems on scrapes of paper, napkins in restaurants, in class notebooks and on whatever piece of paper that was in front of me. Then I was introduced to journal writing by a classmate in school. She bought me a journal, and I graduated from using notebooks and loose leaf paper. Journaling became a habit to heal, to explore ideas and to right wrongs that I had experienced in my life, but most importantly, it became where I could let love flow. A place where I could send relationships healing and ease the weight of hurt and examine situations that I was curious about.
When I wrote my first novel, I was inspired by Octavia Butler. My journal writing was contemporary, scribbling about day-to-day events that happened in my life, but the influence of her work and the way in which she examined situations, events and life, pulled me in the direction of examining the world around me during my first novel. The novel was entirely fiction, I was living in New York and I had been introduced to stories I read in school and the people I met. Growing up in Denver was an entirely different experience than living in New York City, there was history, but it was different and a world of its own.
In Denver, great-aunts, great-uncles came to visit and sometimes my family would visit them. But when I moved to New York, I met people who would inspire me with stories and life scenarios; and reading the works of other writers, it made me open to explore. Mama Was Down With the Movement, was a culmination of what ifs, what if this or what if that. It was a work of fiction, so I felt that it was an avenue of exploring. I had once heard a writer say, that she used writing to tie knots or to create different scenarios. I still, didn't have the confidence that I could actually write a book. The whole work was pulled together by bits and pieces that I wrote in classes and scribbled in journals, even the cover because I didn't have a designer and I ran across an old picture. I was thinking about a product, and what it could look like visibly. I was in wonder by the Northeast because it was still foreign to me, and reading Octavia Butler gave me the confidence to let the work be released to readers. I remember thinking once, who even cares about reading about any situation tied to the past when I was writing it. But again, I loved reading Butler's work.
I read contemporary writers all of the time, but I didn't write like them, I was reading Leo Tolstoy, Franz Kafka and the classics in school, and they made you constantly think. They introduced ideas that made you reexamine what you thought you knew, and it fascinated me. Many times, I tweet about reading literature because of my own experience in reading. Literature opened me up to critical thinking, something that was new to me and that I'm still learning about. I chose to write fiction simply, as an avenue to share thoughts and to explore.
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