Diversity in Writing

Recently, our country celebrated the accomplishments of Dr. King and how his work changed how we view people of different races, genders, and so forth. A couple of days later, I watched a town hall meeting on local television discussing race relations in my city. The consensus is that these government-funded programs and changes in police policy will amount to nothing unless, first and foremost, we humans change how we perceive people outside of our race, culture, gender, creed, social status, profession, whatever is we use to judge and compare ourselves to others. I understand the events over the latter half of last year fractured the already fragile trust between the police and the citizens they’re “sworn to protect.” I’ve seen demonstrations on TV claiming “Black Lives Matter.” But–as people have asked, I’m sure–what about Latinos, Asians, homosexuals, transgenders, and so on? Yes, every life has meaning; every life is precious. Every life matters. My point is that things are not going to change on the grand scale if they’re not changing on the small scale. It starts with every last one of us. We don’t necessarily have to love one another, but there is an amount of respect we have to show for one another. That’s where it starts.

So, what’s this to do with writing, you ask? Continue reading “Diversity in Writing”


Students of the Game

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fireside Chat.”

As a new blogger, I am fascinated how others started blogging and sharing their works. There are a few whose blogs I follow and have “met” on Twitter. Those who share a passion for writing. I want to learn from them on their writing process, what they’re working on, and incorporate their lessons and techniques so I can become a better writer.

It’s true that when we write, we usually spend it by ourselves, shut off from the rest of the world for moments at a time, creating something out of nothing. But as in life, writing is not meant to be hoarded or boxed away. Writers, as with anyone else, cannot navigate the waters alone. Writers need other writers to balance them out; to share their works, to discuss what works and what doesn’t. One of my goals is to meet and join a writing group. So far, it’s gone rather slowly. Partly because I haven’t dedicated the time to research groups in my area. I look to get better and find a group that can work around my hectic schedule. (Good luck to me finding such a group, but that’s what social media is for, I suppose.)

There are so many people I’ve met through Facebook, Twitter, and WordPress, it’s hard to choose one or two or three people I really want to sit down and have a long chat. I want to meet them all. I believe we can learn from each other. In a way, we’re all students of the game.

I Kissed a Girl

I shared in my first post that I would share some of my stories with my audience. Here’s the first of what I hope is many to come.

Natalie Talcott is the prettiest girl in my class. She has it all: sparkling green eyes, wavy copper hair that flowed down to her shoulders, an excellent softball player. She is perfect. I am way out of her league. So, imagine my surprise when I got an invitation to her birthday party. Continue reading “I Kissed a Girl”

Mission Statement

In my first ever post, I set some lofty goals for 2015 for my writing endeavors. This blog, Project Blacklight, was one of those goals. I must say that I am excited to start this new venture. It means a lot to me and my budding career. After the support and encouragement of friends, family, and social media, I decided I could no longer ignore what was staring me in the face. If I am to make my mark in this universe as a writer, I need to build an audience. I need to present myself in the best light possible. I need to…well, write.

Which begs the question: why start a blog? For me, the better question is, “Why start a new blog when your last endeavor failed?”  Before I answer that, there is some history I must share. Continue reading “Mission Statement”

Ten Writing Promises to Myself in 2015

Well, the new year is upon us. It’s January 2015, which means it’s time to do what all Americans do, aside from partaking in pork, collard greens and black-eyed peas. That’s right. It’s time to make those dreaded New Year’s resolutions. You know, those promises you make to yourself to do things differently, to make this year better than the last. Those promises that, after a month or two, don’t come to fruition. I don’t know if it’s me, but why is it that we Americans only participate in this tradition? Continue reading “Ten Writing Promises to Myself in 2015”