Writing
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Changing the focus of my book, as I mentioned in my previous post, also resulted in a change of landscape. For some reason, I found myself writing a story in which the dead are running things. Not in a horror type of way but more in an Afrofuturistic vein. Not sure if the ACNH fits…
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Since I’ve been busy not paying attention to this blog, I have progressed beyond Writing the Bones, my previous segment on the writing of my 1st conceptual verse novel. The skeleton is solidly formed and now it’s time to put meat on the bones, so to speak. The next segment, in my progression, will be…
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I was all set to start publishing the next chapters in Goree Island Ghosts; was typing it out on actual WordPress when the muse came calling. Gotta go where it takes you so those chapters are now in editing mode. Also, every single article screams at me YOU MUST PROMOTE! (Yes, they do scream because…
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Sometimes, the process of writing doesn’t require you to put pen to paper or click away at the keyboard. Sometimes, it involves sitting still on the balcony, looking at cars going where they’re going; looking at the sky and skyline; noticing the trees are an arcing line of shadow at night, scarier, almost, than the…
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Writing a novel is harder than I ever conceived! I’ve written and published books of three books of poetry but those books are full of personal poetry arranged chronologically. They’re linear rather than a cohesive whole like a novel. When I first got the idea of writing a novel, I spent years typing down whatever…
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About the #BlackPantherSyllabus Best known for his research into television content and cultivation theory, George Gerbner (1972) said that “representation in the fictional world signifies social existence; absence means symbolic annihilation” (p. 44). Historically, the Black experience has been absent, underrepresented, or misrepresented. Intersections within the identity have suffered with additional pressures, promoting a continued…
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#7: If the poem came from God don’t ask me to edit God. #28: At their best our poems have taught us things we never knew we knew. We just have to let them. #29: Here is a tricky one: the poem is not so much in the image itself but in the moment that…
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Today is my son’s 12th birthday. 12 years! Time flies and flies! Motherhood has, of course, changed me…for the better. Over the years since I’ve become a Mother, I have seen a lot of things that assault what it means, for me, an African woman who is consciously single, to be a Mother. Be clear,…
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i. discordant never/ polyrhythmic like life we were/ in the beginning/ many feet make many sounds we took the tree and made it talk/ a jungle of sounds we produced everyone for miles around heard it gravitated towards it then strangers came chanting like gregor tolling the bell like igor creating a cacophony a frankenstein…
Tichaona Chinyelu 