Gray City

NaNoWriMo has been consuming all of my writing time. Luckily for me, I have a reserve that I can post from. Like I’ve said before though, I like to post what I am feeling at the time. Since I have nothing readily available that reflects what I’m feeling — an ambitious drive to rearranged the alphabet into a glorious translation for readers to enjoy all over the world — I’ll just share a poem that I wrote to describe a day such as this one.Read More »

#NaNoWriMo2015

At the end of last month, I made it my business to reacquaint myself to the consistency of blogging that has gotten me into the rhythm of writing — then I realized it was November!

November is National Novel Writing Month. If you are a writer, blogger or journalist of any sort, you probably already know that.

However, I’ll tell you what I did not know. I did NOT know, how much prep time you need to start. This is my first year of participation. This is day two and I just finished prepping. That leaves me about twenty-four days to squeeze out 2100 words each day. After that I’ll edit and read over it for the final four day days.

I have hours of time already allocated to other activities, meetings, work and church every week. So this really will be a challenge for me to complete. I feel up to it though. On top of that, I will continue to post to Perspective Park, even if it just once a week. It will be short like this post tonight. I will probably be unedited as well 😳…

I’m sorry. Editing takes time.

Shout out to @AlisonStine for the encouraging tweets. I almost backed out!

Wish me the best as I hope the same for you in the month of November!

FINALLY!!!

Don’t get cute! I can hear you now: “Finally you’re posting something!” That’s besides the point though. I’ll get to that…

A few weeks ago, I was talking to a fellow blogger concerning her blog. While talking, I guess I must have made a comment describing myself as a writer. Her response was, “I wish I was comfortable enough to call myself a writer.” This comment threw me for a loop since I considered her to be a more established writer than myself. How could you be a writer, and not be comfortable calling yourself one? I guess the answer would be confidence… The fact that you actually believe you are a writer, and not just a person writing.

This conversation actually made me wonder if I had been giving myself too much credit.Read More »

Why Blog?

You ever been late for class and try to sneak in without being noticed?

That’s what it feels like when I start to post to this blog after a hiatus.

Well, since there’s no back door to the Internet, I’ll just come on in and ‘fess up: I’ve been whoring my writing out for money! 😭 There! Are you happy now? And sometimes I’ve even done it for free! For mere experience! One day I’m going to make someone a very happy editor, and they won’t care about my past! They will appreciate me for the artist that I would have become.Read More »

News Flash!

I like to be informed — but not too much. News can be addictively depressing. Between ISIS and local carjackings, the news can have you afraid to travel… to the grocery store. So I subscribe to a few apps and websites to get my daily information, skim through it, and I stay abreast on what I deem is relevant to me. Read More »

From A Girl’s Eye View – Guest Perspective

“If you have to demand something from someone, you are confessing they have it.” Wow! That’s pretty profound isn’t it?—Especially in relations to women’s rights. I love books. So one of my friends let me borrow a book that she thought I would thoroughly enjoy called “Understanding The Power and Purpose Of Woman”, by Dr. Myles Munroe. I have to admit after only reading half of the first chapter that it already had my mind turning, and me jumping on my laptop to share my thoughts. So far, Dr. Munroe speaks about how the perception of women in the past still persists in today’s society. To share some of his points, women are: inferior to men, lacking in intelligence and therefore having nothing to contribute to society, weak; incapable of real strength and domestic slaves to be used as desired.Read More »

Racial and Cultural Fraud

By now everyone has heard of the Rachel Dolezal scandal; the white woman who passed as a Black American and worked her way up the ranks of the NAACP. A majority of black people find this unsettling and are upset with her actions. Personally, I am not upset with her at all. I could care less. I find the story amusing; the way that she made it that far in her scheme. I personally feel that she has proven to be fantastic liar and should not be trusted to hold a position doing anything; not just an office within the NAACP.Read More »

Week 26 Recap

With this week at a close, I’m going to attempt to give race issues a break for a while to cover some other stuff that I’ve been working on since before February. It is not that I have run out of topics on the issue, but because there is a lot more to my interests as a writer. I want to share, ask, and explore the blogging community as a writer too; and not just use it for bringing attention to what is the most obvious and overlooked problem in America. For example, I have seen more support and awareness driven towards the NCAA March Madness tournament than I saw for Black History during the month of February. I say that without any bias as I am a sports fan and black man. This also speaks to the profit-driven culture of our country. I am not complaining though; it is what it is, and all we can do is play our part in changing things for the better.

Last week though, I shared my experience in marching at the 50th Anniversary of the March at Selma. As pro-black as I am, I do not rush to every single event just because it bears the image of Black American rights or justice. I have to be thoroughly informed on the purpose of the event, organizers of the event, and whether or not I personally feel that it is for a just cause. Well, this march was to commemorate the pain and hardships that went into granting voting rights for Black Americans; a feat that changed the course of justice for our people from that point on. I had to be a part of it. I described as much as I could of it in #Selma50: To The Bridge. One part that I left out though was the exchange of money from black hands to other black hands. It was so refreshing to see our people spending money amongst ourselves via the hundreds of vendors there. I feel as though that is a major downfall within our communities — we spend the more money than any other people, but over 90% of that money goes outside of our own business. Seeing the unity among the people that day though gave me hope that things will get better. You can never lose hope; and if in fact you do lose it, you will have find it again if the cause is great enough.

Wednesday, March 12th, I wrote added another encounter to the Thirty Seconds Ago… series. I honestly thought I was done with that and considered removing it from the blog altogether. However, as long as I am me, weird stuff is bound to happen. I mean, weird stuff happens to everyone, but I seem take a large percentage of everyone else’s occurrences (keep in mind, to maintain a reasonable level of dignity, I do not share everything). Well, in Speechless, I described how I was saluted with the black power fist… by an Asian man. It was definitely a first; I had not even been greeted by another brother in that fashion. Interestingly enough, I heard that he was married to a black woman. I feel that I have a right to ask and confirm if you take into consideration the awkward place he put me in… I just haven’t figure out how to do it yet.

Me: Good afternoon.

He: ‘Sup.

Me: So… Married to black lady, huh?

He: …

That is all for now. I hope everyone had a great Monday, and hope that you have a great week going forward. Thank you for reading and being open to my perspectives as I try to make sense of the some of the unnecessary issues surrounding us all. Until next Sunday (or Monday), try to share perspectives, show compassion and spread the love.