I am writing this blog post from the spot pictured above. My very own writing room. Nice, right? I’m wondering why I didn’t think of this sooner.
I have a three bedroom house and I’ve written in every room trying to find a spot to call my own. I used the family computer room for a while until I got complaints about hogging the computer. I used the dining room table with my laptop but it’s an open space and the distractions were constant. I’ve written on the couch, in the bed and even the bathroom. None of them were ideal.
Then 4th of July weekend I had an epiphany. Why not use the FROG? The furnished room over the garage used to be the kid’s playroom. They are teenagers now and the toys have been replaced with some exercise equipment, a television and a futon. No one goes up there.
A quick trip was made to the local Wal-Mart to buy a desk and bookcase. An overnight assembly was required and the next morning I moved all my things upstairs. Yes! It is beautiful! Finally. A place to call my own.
What do you think? What does your writing space look like?
I just found out that Diva, my 16-year-old daughter (not her real name), watches “Orange is the New Black”. I’m sure you have heard of this superb Netflix drama. The basic premise of the show is life in a woman’s prison. The main character is taken from a middle/upper class environment and thrown in prison for a crime she committed several years ago. The writing is excellent and the acting is great. You get to know all of these women and their back stories make for interesting watching. “Orange” gives you everything from drama to comedy to tragedy. I binged watched the entire first season over three days. I was hyped about watching the second season.
And then Diva dropped an OITNB reference and I froze. My first thought was to cancel the Netflix subscription. This show has language, violence and nudity. And sex. It is not suitable for children. Is it appropriate for a teenager? No. I was going to cancel Netflix. (Right after I watched Season 2, of course. Priorities, people.)
Then I decided to do something revolutionary. I talked to my daughter to see what it was she was getting from the show. She was getting an in your face manual of what happens when you make wrong decisions and follow the wrong people. She was getting an illustration of every lesson I have been preaching/teaching. OITNB was acting as a teaching tool for some serious decisions.
Netflix stays. My season 2 viewing is saved. And I have a better understanding of the way my daughter thinks about life. Thanks to OITNB. Or I could be a really bad parent. Who knows. Diva just wants me to catch up on the season so we can discuss.
I share these are my thoughts and feelings.
Originally posted on Black Millennial Musings:
Dear Dr. Angelou,
Today you rest in paradise, and my feelings, dare I say it, are extremely selfish. I know you are at ease, enlightening the afterlife with your instrumental peace and glory … but I want you here… with me.
I do not recall the day I fell in love with you. Maybe it was in middle school, when I gazed at your lyrics in seventh grade English, unable to decipher the insight, but willing to feel the emotion with curious intensity. Or maybe it was in high school, when I began to explore literature and dissect the roots of Black culture and feminism. Perhaps I fell in love with you in college, when I was mature enough to grasp not only your lyrics, but the contexts which encapsulated them.
Yes, it was definitely in college! Your potent words gave me solace as I experienced subtle racism by the hands of classmates…
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