Confession: Being A Writer Hurts

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Art hurts. Art urges voyages – and it is easier to stay at home. -Gwendolyn Brooks

I found this quote by Chicago writer, Gwendolyn Brooks, a few weeks ago and it touched my soul. I COMPLETELY understand.

I always knew I was born to be a writer. Maybe it was the five page essays I would write in fourth grade or the fact that I was reading the newspaper at two (that newspaper story may or may not be false but I choose to believe the myth). Anywho, my love for the pen and pad has always been second nature.

Maybe it’s just me, but it seemed like I wrote the most when I was hurting. I have a plethora of journals from the age of 12 to now, full of me expressing emotional pain I endured. It wasn’t until I became the campus editor in college that I began to publicly share that pain.

Art urges voyages – and it is easier to stay at home. Or in my case, writing urges voyages – and it is easier to stay at home.

One of my proudest pieces of “art” is my first book “When God Said Yes” that is filled with stories of my many voyages. My writing in “When God Said Yes” is open. It’s transparent. It’s vulnerable. My video “Dear God: Where’s My Baby?” is the same. I’ve noticed a trend: my conversations with God out loud go viral.

It’s like those listening have been anxiously waiting for someone to finally say out loud what they’ve been feeling all along. The confirmation of knowing that someone else has been on a voyage and came out good gives one strength to endure.

I’ve started to write my second book. Confession: it hasn’t been easy. Right now I’m hurting. I received some devastating news last week that shook me to my core. I cried for five days straight, but on day six I let my pen do the crying. I may be hurting, but I know for a fact this is what I was born for. My story isn’t pretty and perfect. I’m almost sure I go through certain things JUST so I can write about it. I’ve been talking to God all week and he’s lead me here- to this very moment.

I accept my call to write, but just know it hurts.

Stay golden,

Tanikia

P.S. If you can whisper or shout a prayer for me this week I would be forever grateful. xoxo.

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