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 The Spark: Soul of an Artist

#WinterABC23 #AFROBLOGGERS

I recently joined a writing challenge where we're given prompts and then go forth. Do whatever you will. Kind of reminds me of high school compositions and inshas. Fitting considering that's how my passion for writing started. Our prompt for today's blog is The Spark. The spark that ignited the fire for writing. 

Writing for me has been innate. It began with reading though. I always loved reading even as a kid. Back then there wasn't the internet so hard cover it was. I would read novels, newspapers, magazines, and anything I would come across When we started writing compositions in school, I was exceedingly good at them. I never thought anything of it. I just knew I wrote good compositions. It was so interesting when everyone hated doing compositions, I loved them. 

Fast forward to campus, life got so busy and distracting I forgot all about writing. I still read novels though on an app but writing, naah, wasn't my thing. Looking back now, I remember a classmate of mine telling me to write a novel since I was so good at analyzing set books. Campus was just messy. It was involving, draining, energetic, tears, learning about myself, joy and so much more. Life got in the way. And the last thing I thought about was writing. I had a personal blog on another website but it wasn't for public consumption. It was more of an online journal. I have a few stories on here from there though. 

In my final semester, there was a unit called Online Journalism I was taking. We created blogs as assignments and had to submit posts for marking. Hence the birth of this blog. It was about fashion initially. After the unit, I forgot all about it. A few months later, a classmate started sending his blog posts to the class group. And I wondered, "Huh, I could be doing the same. Plus I'm almost done with school and I need something to show for it." It couldn't hurt, could it? At first, I used my stage name "Mrs. Majesty". Later on, I rebranded to Soul of an Artist as it was more fitting. I've hit a couple of snags here and there. It hasn't been easy putting myself, my thoughts, and my words out there. Creative blocks, writer's block, and imposter syndrome have held my hand and refused to let go. But the reviews make it so worth it. I've received a lot of love and encouragement from my readers which is so rewarding. 

Some posts do well others don't. It's all part of the process. But even one read is a win. It's scary to let people have a sneak peek into my crazy mind but since they love it, I figured, "Hey, enjoy my crazy." I love communicating with my audience like this. I don't have to be there physically. All you have to do is find my blog and I'm right there with you. Quietly, subtly, front and center, or in your pocket, almost invisible but there nonetheless. 

Comments

  1. LazrsJune 8, 2023 at 6:46 AM

    Hi. Just popped in to show support. Let's enjoy the #WinterABC2023 ride.

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  2. HumanityBossJune 10, 2023 at 12:06 PM

    I could feel how calm you are in your writing. Enjoyed reading your post!

    ReplyDelete

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