More firepower to come
So I'm currently writing an essay for my MA Creative writing course where I'm critically analysing both my work processes and motivations and I find myself having to unpack a ton of stuff that had only previously been on the periphery of mind. Bring all these elements to the forefront of my mind has been difficult. The doubt, the racism, the glass ceilings, the closed doors and gatekeeping, whether one wishes to be a black writer or a writer who is black... Unpacking all these things then trying form a cohesive narrative is like tying to build a house with bricks that only exist with you imagine them then following a building plan that you make up as you go along. I wasn't aware how much I had running in the background, much less how angry it made me nor how much I'd held back due fear of revealing too much. Can't operate like that anymore. I have to be full bore me. No strings, no barriers. Else, what's the point? More firepower to come.