12/31/10

2010: The year I found Art and God and loved them fiercely


In a few hours 2011 will approach, announcing her presence in the form of horns, confetti, and champagne kisses. With 2010 stretched behind me like a red carpet, I gracefully make my first step into the new year feeling blessed.

2010 has truly been a fantastic year. I learned a lot this year, especially about myself. I also accomplished a lot. It wasn't until yesterday as I got dressed for work that I realized that 2010 is the end of a decade. There is significance to this given that it represents the end of a chapter, and the dawning of a new one.

Speaking of accomplishments, yesterday I submitted two manuscripts to different anthologies. In the writing world, these anthologies are called literary journals. I walked away from the post office feeling like a true writer. Like author, Chinua Achebe who said that at the beginning of his career he sent out his first and ONLY copy of his manuscript "Things Fall Apart" with faith, I too let my work go with good faith. I've also gotten a nod to read my work at an upcoming Caribbean Literary Festival(Another excuse to go to Jamaica twice in one year!)

Submitting my work was symbolic. It was an act that I never thought I would find the guts to do. Given that I'm a generation x writer, it's always easier to submit work online, but there's something empowering about walking to the post office with an envelope and taking the extra time to mail it. Like my writing ancestors before me, I learned that if I want to be a successful writer, I'll have to make that effort no matter how much snow is on the ground (and yes, there were still 2 feet of snow on the ground from that blizzard that covered New York City).


What I learned most from 2010 is the importance of sowing seeds. I learned, or rather re-learned that I have to work hard to make things happen. My grandmother always said "If yuh want good, yuh nose haffi run", meaning if I want the prize, I have to work hard to earn it. I didn't know how hard I was working until I overheard a coffee shop worker at the cafe I frequent whispering to the other one saying "Chile, that girl works so hard. She comes in here when we open and leaves when we close. We might be serving the next Oprah or somebody". This had put a smile on my face. It means I'm doing something constructive with my writing time. As author Walter Mosely always says, "Treat writing like a job. Get up and do it everyday". This is synonymous with what poet, Sonia Sanchez says: "Just like you spread your bed everyday, the same goes for writing." I will take all these great writing advise into 2011 and work hard towards building my portfolio.

I mentioned Jamaica earlier. Believe it or not, my country is my muse. My mentor says that authors tend to write about the place of their origin when they're away from it. This is very true for me. In fact, it's so true that I find myself calling my family members, even estranged ones, and friends more often to ask them certain details about parts of the Island or certain sayings in patois that began to fade from my memory. We became closer in those conversations. I even found myself skimming through history books that I used to put down out of boredom in high school, devouring the pages like I've never seen them before. Then I wanted more, so I went on an incredible journey in 2010 with my partner, where we set out on my first trip back to my country after 5 years--her wanting to know more about where I'm from and getting to know my family who have all embraced her, and me wanting a visual snap shot for my stories as wells as to re-establish my connection there. Since then, we've booked tickets to go back, officially making Jamaica our second home.


Therefore, writing has brought me closer to my country. With an artist's lens, I saw beauty; with my heart I saw family; with my mind, I understood that the oppression I faced growing up gay and dark skin was something that caused me great sadness, but it was also something that strengthened me as a person and as an artist.

So lastly, as 2010 fades in the distance, I will always remember my progress, knowing that 2011 will be the beginning of a successful chapter, God's willing.

© Nicole

12/27/10

From fiction to spectacle: Is there a true meaning of Christmas?

This week I was very excited to celebrate Christmas. In fact, I had a great season decorating our Christmas tree, giving and receiving some wonderful gifts, visiting my partner's family and stuffing ourselves with good food. We even tried a thing with baking a Jamaican Christmas cake from scratch, my first time doing so! It turned out lovely!

The only thing missing was church. Yes, I said it: Church. I have to admit that I'm one of those persons who have lost sight of the true meaning of this luminous holiday season embellished with decorated pine trees and pepper-lights. I used to go to church and give thanks for the birth of Christ, but this year I found myself intellectualizing my faith too much to adhere to traditions. Instead, I give thanks on my own. I can't remember a time when I've felt truly invested in the worship rituals of my "religion". Not only has the religion been utilized as a weapon of deceit and judgment; but it has also been the foundation of many a prejudices in our society.

However, in addition to giving thanks to the supreme being on my own, I do partake in the beauty of this "religious holiday", often relishing in my days off from school and work, using it as an excuse to indulge in rich foods, visiting family, decorating the home (my favorite!), attend parties and gatherings, take advantage of sales, and give salutations such as "Happy Holidays' to end conversations with strangers who would've otherwise remained strangers. We tell each other "happy holidays", only to be politically correct when the truth is, "Merry Christmas" is simply too overrated.

In a place like New York City where strangers ride the subway, bumping into each other while managing to maintain their own capsules of a private life, no one really cares whether their neighbor (who they hardly see)is having a "happy holiday" or not. Just like how no one cares to hear the answer to the famous rhetorical question, "How are you doing?".

Unlike the suburbs where everyone knows each other, in New York City, no one knows what's going on inside their neighbor's home, whether or not they had just gotten a divorce, have no custody of their children; whether or not they're religious; or whether or not they have a place to go. "Happy Holidays" remains a band-aid or rather a temporary blindfold to real problems just for those few days of hearing Frank Sinatra singing "Have yourself a Merry little Christmas" on repeat.

Moreover, for such a religious oriented season turned marketing propaganda, this is such a cruel way to distinguish the "haves" from the "have nots". I guess this is would be a perfect opportunity to extend a "helping hand" to those in need like Jesus would've done, right? However, what's the use of only extending that "helping hand" only for the Christmas holidays and not every day of the year, whether or not it gets written off our taxes?

This is why I say that although Christmas is supposedly a "Holy" day, it really has become a spectacle.

© Nicole

12/22/10

Reaping the harvest of 2010

The ending of this year has been very special. I'm done with my first semester in my MFA program, got the workshops I signed up for, started working on my thesis, and got a chance to interact some more with my awesome classmates.

I knew in the beginning that I would be in classes with some of the most talented writers in the country or even internationally, but I wasn't prepared for how beautiful their personalities would be. I have yet to stumble upon any form of competition, which creativity can sometimes bring. My experience as a writer interacting with other writers is by far different from when I was a dancer. As a former dancer at a prominent dance company, I've lived through the blood, sweat, tears, and vomit...yes, girls purging their souls to get that lead.

I guess writing is such an individual thing that when writers come together, we celebrate our temporary breaks from solitude, giving each other support and feedback before we each crawl back into our separate caves. I've never felt so lucky to be surrounded by a group of people who share my interest.

As 2010 ends, I give thanks to the universe for aligning my path with some great people and great opportunities. I can let go of this year knowing that it was a wonderful year shared with some wonderful people. It was also a year that I was able to reconnect with family, and Jamaica after a five year hiatus. I was also able to travel to my beloved Paris, France and take in the wonderful city which will be my home someday.

To top off the year, I got engaged to the most beautiful woman in the world, and learned how to ride a bicycle with her all over Brooklyn. We'll do the same when we get married, attaching empty cans to our bicycles and ride down Lafayette Avenue with "Just Married" posted on our backs. Too cute!

I look forward to sowing more seeds in the new year and enjoy the blessings to come.

Nicole