Michelle L. Smith - The Ebony Quill, LLC

Note - Due to my travel schedule, I will not post a blog for the month of April.

As I considered my theme for this month's blog, I thought of a symposium I attended at the end of Black History Month where award-winning author Jesmyn Ward was interviewed (see my Events Page for images). I learned about her upbringing and her motivation for constructing the characters in her novels.

Jesmyn's (if I may be so informal) personal writing journey provided plenty of inspiration, as did the fact that she looks like me. I'm not referring to our striking resemblance (which I hadn't noticed until I examined photos taken of us at the book signing table). I'm referring to the fact that she is a woman author of color, and she's exceled in the daunting arena of traditional publication.

Speaking of inspiration, I'm always motivated by a good read. Even when the work isn't stellar, I'm still encouraged because I think I can do better. While I'm not often plagued with writer's block, I occasionally suffer from procrastination. I justify my procrastination by telling myself that I need a relatively clear and calm mind before sitting down for a good writing session, which means cleaning out my inbox so I don't feel as though I've got a million tasks hanging over me. Sometimes, though, it's hard to transition from dispensing with the bulk of my to-do list to putting pen to paper, or fingertips to keyboard. That's when I turn to reading to stimulate my writing mojo, whether it's my latest issue of Writer's Digest or Poets & Writers, or one of those dark memoirs stored on my e-reader.

But I digress a little—the point I'm making about Jesmyn's live interview is that it hearkens to the mantra representation matters. Our current Administration, along with corporations around the country, have vowed to do away with just about every aspect of diversity and inclusiveness, including MLK Day and Black History Month, whether by defunding or decree. Never mind the removal of African American History (aka American History) from teaching institutions. It seems a large portion of our population is uncomfortable with recognizing that much of this Nation's history has been whitewashed when it comes to the oppression Blacks and Native Americans have endured for centuries. Many also find the contributions these populations made to build and sustain this country incredulous. And yet folks like me often work twice as hard to get ahead through merit, determination, and a solid work ethic even in the face of significant headwinds.

Representation matters—if no one looks like me, it's hard to stay motivated in the face of adversity. Diversity is the basis on which our founding principles were generated; it's what makes this country strong.

While Artificial Intelligence (AI) has been around for decades, it's gaining notoriety for its negative implications in the writing industry. The use of human generated work to train AI without the knowledge or permission of an author is as problematic as copyright violation. There's also the issue of how to distinguish AI generated prose from prose written by humans. Thus far, it appears the former is woefully bereft of emotional connection and does not approximate the standards of decent prose.

However, not everyone in the writing industry bemoans AI. The technology has proved useful for brainstorming, plot and character development, and research. It may even serve as an antidote for writer's block. Nevertheless, I wonder whether AI generated writing will become refined enough to fool the average reader into believing the work was created by a human. Worse yet, will readers come to prefer prose constructed through artificial intelligence?

Whether or not AI is deployed, the final product should be our own creation. Of course, plagiarism is never acceptable. But we're still defining what constitutes undue use that disqualifies a work from being designated as human authored (a daunting task). Should we assume folks will adhere to a standard code of ethics in the interest of preservation of intellectual property rights? Given the breakneck speed of AI development, most members of the Authors Guild who've commented on the matter in our member forum agree that we need some method for reining in its potential for abuse.

You may have noticed the large "Human Authored" seal I recently placed on my biography page. The seal was developed by the Guild to allow members to register their individual works as human authored. I registered my company, The Ebony Quill, LLC, for this reason. Nevertheless, some Guild members think the new seal is useless and readily subject to counterfeit. But I see it as a start at combating a growing threat to copyright infringement that doesn't involve handing over thousands of dollars to a copyright attorney. Though I don't necessarily look for a mark of approval or commendation to help me decide whether to purchase something, I appreciate seeing one. So, I'm going with the seal for now.

Overall, I see AI as a plus if it's deployed in an ethical manner. Unfortunately, the concept of ethics seems more and more elusive these days. But that's another story to be continued…

When I see reports about efforts to ban books from our public and school libraries, it hearkens back to the time when I realized that much of my middle grade and high school American History lessons were misrepresented. More recently, I learned of an effort by the Archivist of the National Archives Museum to replace certain planned exhibits that reference untoward acts committed against historically disenfranchised communities with exhibits omitting such depictions.

An article in the Wall Street Journal reported last fall that the Archivist and her top advisors "have sought to de-emphasize negative parts of U.S. history." While she strongly disagreed with the Journal's perspective in an official statement last October, the exhibits she plans to remove represent Civil Rights icons, Native Americans, and Japanese-American incarceration camps, which she intends to replace with the likes of the disgraced former president Richard Nixon.

When a parent complains about what they perceive as inappropriate content in a book, the removal of that book from libraries dictates its appropriateness for everyone else's children. Over the last several years, banned books have skewed heavily toward those written by authors of color or those that depict historically marginalized populations. How would that same parent handle a brown-skinned mother's request to remove a long-favored fairytale from the school library because she disagrees, for example, with its inaccurate representation of indigenous people; or because the heroes and heroines are exclusively white-skinned, blue-eyed blonds, and the foes all have dark skin—representations this parent might interpret as hostile to her child's sense of self-worth?

These efforts to "sanitize" student readings is geared toward eliminating the possibility some children and/or their parents might be uncomfortable with them. If a parent finds a particular book offensive, they and their child have the right not to read it. But why should a personal decision be forced upon others who may not agree?

Instead of reflecting upon the past year as we near its conclusion, I'm looking ahead in this final blog of 2024. While I acknowledge that my last New Year's resolution to expand my writing community was successful, I hope to expand my social media presence in 2025. You may question whether our current political environment is the appropriate time given the plethora of "haters" out there; however, my motivation largely stems from the emergence of an alternative to Twitter/X, FB, Instagram, etc.

About a year ago, I closed my Twitter/X account and switched to Instagram. I understood Instagram to be image driven and that I'd need to put in a lot of effort to build a community dedicated to writing. But with all the projects I've undertaken this year, I've not had time to do so. Then I read posts on the Authors Guild (AG) forum about Bluesky, touted as promoting friendly community groups of like-minded individuals ("starter packs"). So, I investigated. Not long thereafter, I opened a Bluesky account before Bluesky turned into the popular platform it has rapidly become. Immediately, I felt the warmth.

The most reclusive among us might find Bluesky's socialization and camaraderie beneficial. Not only do I share my achievements and accolades with other accomplished writers, but I enjoy reading posts about their cherished fur babies, gardening, cooking, and more. This humanization is available through Instagram, but the field of followers can be tailored with Bluesky. I've received more followers with minimum effort in the first few days of membership than I received in one year on Instagram.

2025 is not all about social media presence. I'm diligently at work on a few projects, including another collaborative effort with an award-winning choreographer that is much larger than the collaboration I participated in earlier this year. As for my latest accomplishments, if you go to my "Books" page, you'll see that I won a top-10 finalist spot in a Halloween themed anthology contest. My poem "The Clock Tower" is one of 60 entries culled from hundreds of international submissions that made the publication (Midnight Masquerade). In addition, my poem "A Black Man's Eulogy" was published in Decolonial Passage. And my essays were published in Dreamers Creative Writing and The Sun.

I also want to enhance the look of this blog by incorporating an inspirational image with each monthly post, an idea generated by a fellow AG member who recently shared her website home page with the membership. That is how community works!

May you fulfill your aspirations and dream big for 2025. And may you find a safe and welcoming community in which to do so. Cheers!

No matter where you sit on the political spectrum, it's never been clearer that we're a divided Nation. I'm particularly troubled by the ultra-conservative platform of Project 2025, which seeks to rescind many of the freedoms and rights we've tirelessly fought to attain. My parents lived during the era when biracial marriages were illegal. My father was turned away from his veterans' benefits after fighting in the Korean War. And when my brother returned from fighting in Vietnam, he was marginalized as an "other" by his fellow Americans. I fear we're on a trajectory to propel us back to darker times.

The incremental gains in true freedom for all American citizens has been fraught with serious uphill battles. It took a tremendous amount of effort to deliver voting rights for White women, and then Black men. And it took the Voting Rights Act of 1965 (barely 60 years ago!) to bestow the right to vote upon Black women. But the current acrimony of our political discourse extends beyond the usual gender and racial divide. Whitewashing American history (essential to carrying off this divisive agenda); controlling women's bodies (as one well-known white supremacist stated shortly after the recent presidential election); bolstering a patriarchal culture; "purifying" or "cleansing" our society of its black- and brown-skin constituents; shuttering the free press; dismantling our justice system and abandoning the rule of law are all tenets inherent in Project 2025. Yet at least half of this Nation's population voted against their own interests.

While I've done no scientific research to back this up, I'm guessing there's some primordial programming of our brains that has not evolved as rapidly as other parts—programming that allows the human psyche to promote tribalism and tolerate inequality when it serves to elevate the stature of one group over another.

But what does all this have to do with writing, you ask? In my estimation, it has a lot to do with the use of the written word as an outlet to voice our thoughts in the setting of injustice. Thus far, we've enjoyed our First Amendment right of freedom of speech without the deployment of the military to squelch our voices. This safety net may end soon, but no one can silence our thoughts. And we must not allow disinformation to become the new norm.

While I'm not one to proselytize or quote Bible passages, I unearthed the following from Matthew 12:25: "Every kingdom divided against itself will be ruined, and every city or household divided against itself will not stand."

United we stand, divided we fall has never been more poignant. Let's hope there's still enough good will out there to keep this Nation—this Great American Experiment—upright.

My writing opportunities have expanded in recent months, and I need to prioritize. I have lots of ideas and too little time to pursue them. I've already reduced the number of online courses I'm taking from three to two. And I've just resigned from writing a monthly column I've been penning for 15 years. But at some point, I need to get back to my memoir; I also want to write more poems and attend more open mic sessions.

Earlier this month I read two poems at a new venue, but I need to produce more. I'm looking into different forms of poetry like ghazals, and I'd like to write more haiku. But I'm working on more than poetry. I just wrote and submitted a short horror piece to a horror competition—yes, it's that time of year! And I'm workshopping a magical realism story that I hope to have polished before the end of 2024.

I just learned of another acceptance of my work for publication (more on that in a subsequent post), and earlier this month, I won two awards. The first haiku I ever wrote won First Place in the 2024 SouthWest Writers annual anthology competition while my humor essay received an Honorable Mention. As finalists, both entries appear in the anthology Mosaic Voices.

My monologue "Ode to Jesse" was performed earlier this year as part of a larger collection of dance performances and earned me full membership status with the Dramatists Guild. It was also accepted into the Small Plates Choreography Festival in New York where next month choreographers and dance audiences will engage in "meaningful performance experiences."  I'm also honored to have been selected as the playwright for a new collaboration to be showcased next spring, pending finalization of contract negotiations.

Given the difficulty of getting published, let alone receiving an award, I'm grateful for the episodic success I've had. Being recognized by my compatriots in the writing industry tells me I'm doing good work. But never fear, the critics in my writing courses continue to inform and keep me grounded.

One might say I'm a prolific writer; however, the frequency with which I submit work to magazines, anthologies, and contests leaves me ripe for receiving multiple rejection letters, as has been the case lately. The best thing about my writing, however, is that I love what I'm doing. So, while I've decided to pare back my obligations, one thing I'm not going to abandon is this blog. See you next month!

In my April 2024 post I promised to revisit the topic of performance poetry in a future blog. I had stated that the tone with which my class instructor characterized my work as performative left a sour taste on my tongue. Now that I'm the playwright for an upcoming dance collaboration, performance is a central focus for me.

Merriam-Webster defines performative as "disapproving: made or done for show (as to bolster one's own image or make a positive impression on others)." However, an additional definition describes performative as "relating to or marked by public, often artistic performance." Given that my poem was well received by my classmates, I've come to believe my instructor's characterization of my work fits this second definition.

Performance poetry is a dynamic delivery of the spoken word that combines storytelling with performance. It's a special genus of poet who has the requisite on-stage comfort level to perform the written word. Not only have I been impressed by emphatic theatrical readings at live open mic sessions; but I've also been awestruck to see some poets recite their work without the assistance of notes. I've also listened to poets on Instagram who read their work with verve and emotion and deliver performances worthy of a talented actor.

We writers tend to be a shy, reclusive bunch, and there's a vulnerability inherent to a live reading. For some speakers, that vulnerability is magnified by the passion of the human spirit. The more poignant the poem, the more evident the humanity, which we all relate to in one form or another.

While I've increased my comfort level with being "on stage," I don't know if I'll ever be able to memorize and then recite a decent length poem in a forcefully captivating manner before a live audience without a set of crib notes. Fortunately, open mic sessions attract a welcoming audience of artists and supportive patrons who have an interest in hearing what poets have to say.

I've now gone from slightly intimidated by the label of "performative" to being inspired by the passion of the performance. I even look forward to my next open mic reading.

As I continue to delve into different writing genres, I'm finding there's not a genre I haven't warmed up to. As one who hadn't been fond of poetry, I now consider myself an award-winning poet. I'm even contemplating writing a ghazal or two and exploring traditional themes. Likewise, when I learned about haiku, I wrote several traditional 17-syllable (5, 7, 5) versions and even paired them with my own photographs to experiment with ekphrasis writing. I see free verse poetry as a mini version of the personal essay. And I've experimented with atypical spatial arrangements for stanzas. Currently, I'm working on a speculative fiction short story.

Recently, the artistic director of a dance studio with whom I collaborated earlier this year asked me to work with him on a larger project as the playwright. After an in-depth discussion, I agreed to participate. Right away, I researched the features that distinguish playwriting from other forms of writing and came across the concepts of devised writing and devised theater. While playwriting consists of writing scripts for plays or dramatic theater in which an established script informs the development of the performance, devised writing, considered by some as more difficult, entails the collaboration of several creatives in script development.

A little background on how this project came into being: About two years ago, I participated in a similar endeavor on a much smaller scale that was sponsored by a grant from San Diego Writers, Ink. The grant recipient, a performer who works with my partner's dance company, matched me with the company's artistic director. She also composed three other pairs of collaborators, and at the project's conclusion, we presented our working ideas to a live audience.

While our initial undertaking did not require a final product (the emphasis was on the collaborative process), my partner and I subsequently embarked upon a second project that we saw to conclusion. I wrote a monologue titled "Ode to Jesse," and he developed choreography that was showcased during his studio's 15th anniversary celebration. "Ode to Jesse" was one of several performances, but it was the only routine choreographed to the spoken word.  And it was well-received. A different studio director in attendance at one of the performances was impressed enough to request the piece be performed during an upcoming production at his own studio. "Ode to Jesse" has even been entered into a few dance festivals.

While my writing will form the impetus for my partner's role in producing choreography for our new venture, our collaboration doesn't appear to qualify as devised theater given that I'm the sole developer of the script. I'm honored to participate, and I plan to consult with a few playwright acquaintances to ensure I come up with a well-written script. This collaborative performance will be the sole presentation the entire time the show runs. Stay tuned for updates!

Although 2024 is a leap year, the title of this blog refers to my New Year's resolution to expand my writing community, which I achieved starting in 2023 by jumping in with both feet, two hands, and my keyboard. As one formerly not smitten with poetry, I chose to explore different poetic forms and tools to bolster my writing. Despite confusion about and frustration with the "rules" of poetry, I hung in there and even submitted poems to contests and publications. Not only was my work accepted for publication, I also won a prestigious poetry award as mentioned in an earlier blog or two. I remain elated about my Writer's Digest win, but not because I'm a narcissistic literary snob (see my last post about the imposter syndrome). It's because I had the temerity to dive into a genre I had little affinity for and discovered its suitability for much of my writing.

In furtherance of expanding my writing goals, I wrote and submitted additional poems to contests, anthologies, and literary magazines. I subscribed to at least two poetry newsletters, and I now ravenously devour poems-of-the-day that drop into my email inbox. Since the beginning of this year, I've also written more essays, fiction, and autofiction, some of which I've submitted for consideration. And I'm enrolled in online courses sponsored by my local community college.

On top of everything else, I wrote a monologue produced and choreographed this past spring by an award-winning director of choreography who plans to collaborate with me on a larger work. I joined two volunteer organizations, one of which supports teen girls who write. I read my poems at two open-mic sessions, and I reliably attend a monthly writing group started by my neighborhood library. In addition, several members of The Authors Guild formed a local branch to which I subscribed.

If your head is spinning with the volume of new undertakings, believe me, it's a chore to type fast enough to keep up with everything running through my head. And, yes, I feel a tad overwhelmed. Well aware of the need for balance, I'm ready to pare back a bit—much like going into editing mode to polish a manuscript. To that end, I just removed myself from one committee, and I plan to relinquish another position at the end of this year.

But I remain undaunted. Even submission rejections provide impetus to move me forward. As I "kill off one or two darlings," there's still plenty of exciting stuff worthy of my time and devotion to keep me fulfilled. Now that I've grown a more nurturing environment for myself, I look forward to pruning the overgrowth as I dig in with verve.

The first half of this year afforded more writing successes than I've seen in years. Granted, my writing has been a work in progress, and I'm in official student mode most of the time. I'm even applying for a months-long fellowship. But this year alone, I've won a prestigious poetry award; I've seen my work performed as a choreographed routine on a public stage; and I was published earlier this month in a fairly heady literary magazine (The Sun). While I've also received my share of rejections, one rejected piece is a short story contest entry that the contest sponsors asked to publish in their literary journal later this summer. Despite this apparent honor, I found myself questioning whether the offer was legitimate even though I'd already received payment into my PayPal account.

As the title of this blog indicates, I'm grappling with some form of the imposter syndrome, defined by Merriam-Webster dictionary as "persistent doubt concerning one's abilities or accomplishments accompanied by the fear of being exposed as a fraud despite evidence of one's ongoing success." While I'm not worried about being exposed as a fraud, I was a tad uncomfortable listing my accolades here because of this lingering sense of not being worthy, a sentiment I suspect is common among newly published writers.

In the classroom, fellow students and I are encouraged to share our successes. Such milestones provide inspiration for us to keep plugging away even when rejections pile up. Some students have commented on the relatively high rate of publication among our classmates, and I find that being asked to share my accomplishments mitigates any sense of being a braggart.

In spite of trafficking in something akin to the imposter syndrome, I still feel the sting of disappointment when the rejections roll in. As I continue to submit work for publication opportunities and to writing contests, my odds of getting an acceptance also grow. In a sense, it's a numbers game; but more importantly, I'm creating additional work to submit. I'm even exploring different genres—all of which can only improve my writing. "Putting myself out there" is, I believe, illustrative of a committed writer and not of an imposter.

My monologue titled "Ode to Jesse" was performed earlier this month along with several other acts in collaboration with Mounarath Powell Dance's artistic director, Spencer Powell, to celebrate the studio's 15th anniversary (see my events page). Accompanied by jazz instrumentals, my piece, loosely based on my half-brother Carlos whom I did not know well, was the only one set to words. Largely auto-fiction, the story centers around a Vietnam veteran who returns from combat only to find anti-Black racism is alive and well. Despondent, he joins the burgeoning Black Panther Party where he meets his soulmate, Cheryl. They have a son (Jesse); however, Carlos struggles with posttraumatic stress syndrome (PTSD) and resorts to self-medication with street drugs. The couple ultimately separate, but like any other father, Carlos wants a better life for his son. When he can, he attempts to instill in Jesse a sense of confidence and self-pride, though he senses Jesse's lack of regard for him as a role model. At the story's conclusion, we learn how Jesse really feels about his relationship with his father.

The performance for my monologue commenced with a trio of dancers, and then concluded with a riveting solo. Well-received by the audience, the dancers' enactment was quite moving. To my surprise, the soloist even thanked me for providing him inspiration through my words. In turn, I offered praise for his heartfelt interpretation.

After three days of performances in front of a full house, Spencer presented me with a beautiful floral bouquet (see photo on my event page). This collaborative effort was generated from an experimental project I participated in less than a year ago, and we're already talking about our next project to be showcased prior to the upcoming presidential election. So stay tuned!

It's National Poetry Month, and I've managed to survive my first Open Mic poetry reading, which took place during the 2024 annual San Diego Writers Festival earlier this month. I'd signed up in advance, so I was one of the earlier speakers to read after presentations by the featured poets. Truthfully, I wasn't all that nervous leading up to the event, and I wasn't nervous during the reading, even though the attendance reportedly was larger than usual.

In preparation for my reading, I did a little online research. Not much surprised me—it helps to have a compelling poem, of course, and one should read with passion. The day before the event, I received an email from a writers' newsletter containing, of all things, an expert's advice on how to work the crowd during a poetry reading. (As is often the case for me, karma and serendipity were at play once again.) A few salient tips in this interview stood out to me. The expert mentioned making eye contact with the audience, and he addressed how some speakers are reluctant to emote for fear of appearing full of one's self. His counterpoint to that reluctance was poignant: Folks are in the room because they want to hear what you have to say. Thus, the speaker should put some energy into their reading to approximate the fervor with which they wrote the piece. This advice resonated with me. As I stated in a recent blog post, the imposter syndrome has been finding its way into my psyche of late.

So check, check, and check for what I anticipated were necessary for a good reading.

The expert also talked about similarities between reading poetry and acting. He even recommended that poets consider taking a beginning acting class. Indeed, there were some amazing "performances" at this Open Mic event, including one gentleman who recited three poems from memory in a most animated fashion. But as the featured poets read their works, I looked for some of the dos and don'ts I'd learned. A couple of the speakers did not make much eye contact or vary the inflection in their voices, which actually heightened my confidence. I rationalized it was really the words folks wanted to hear, that the audience wasn't so interested in the performative element (I've since concluded the performative element enhances a poetry reading). Overall, I found the Open Mic speakers' readings to be on par with that of the featured speakers.

Speaking of performance, I'm reminded of a recent comment from my poetry class instructor who said one of my poems sounded "performative." He spoke in a tone that suggested a performative poem was less than desirable. I've since researched the distinction between performative poetry and "regular" poetry and have not found anything disparaging about the former. I'll delve deeper into that discussion in a future blog.

To summarize, the atmosphere at my first Open Mic was welcoming and inclusive. And I think most speakers fed off that energy. I even signed up last-minute to read at another annual event two days later, also one that also saw record attendance. The humanity on display at both events was exhilarating. I'm already looking forward to my next reading!

Identity and Social Justice in Writing: An interview with Michelle Smith

I recently read an Authors Guild post from a writer who received an offer for publication that was withdrawn after the publisher learned she had very few Facebook followers (at least for their purposes). She posted the Guild blog to ask the membership what it deemed a decent number of followers. Like many writers, I don't have an expansive exposure on social media platforms. However, I won a literary award a couple of years ago, which got me thinking that I might need to become more comfortable being in the spotlight. So I enrolled into Toastmasters International to sharpen my public-speaking skills, but I withdrew after a year due to a scheduling conflict with one of my classes. Though I've not yet rejoined, I recently dropped in on a meeting after several months of absence and was asked to participate. To my surprise, I was quite comfortable in front of a mixed crowd of old and new faces. While I'm still holding out on signing up for a Facebook account, it was a smart move to join Toastmasters.

Then last year, I broke down and opened an Instagram account, although I'm not sure how much this platform will increase my visibility among readers and writers. I subsequently won a poetry award, and I recently learned that one of my poems has been accepted for publication in the 2024-25 edition of the San Diego Poetry Annual. This got me thinking about how to promote myself on Instagram, particularly since the editors of the Annual invited me to participate in future poetry readings. I'm now slated to read at my first Open Mic next month at the San Diego Writers Festival.

But, wait—there's more! I'm collaborating with a choreographer who's developing a performance based on a monologue I wrote. Our joint effort will be presented on stage in May, and the producer/choreographer wants to promote my work and platform. I'm also being interviewed by San Diego Writers, Ink. So you see where I'm going with the networking and social media platform thing—I need to get the ball rolling!

As I attempt to leverage my writing successes, I'm expanding my horizons when it comes to self-promotion. I find that by putting greater effort into this venture, I'm generating more opportunities to parlay new and existing relationships into additional prospects. In the end, what excites me most, however, is my ongoing love affair with the written word.

In spite of multiple rejections, regularly producing and submitting work has heightened my confidence in myself as a writer—an award-winning writer at that! So for those of you who think success in this industry is tantamount to a crapshoot, I'm here to tell you that I happen to agree. But I also concur with Nike's famous slogan: "Just Do It".

In celebration of Black History Month and amid the ongoing assault against teaching African-American History, one of my writing societies posted a list of works from African-American authors, approximately half of which I've already read. In examining this list, I reflected upon discoveries I've made in my own ancestry, beginning with the advent of the Slave Triangle to Emancipation; from Jim Crow to the Civil Rights movement. Those discoveries have provided what amounts to an in-depth course on African-American History that I wish had been available when I was much younger.

Many of my ancestors' stories, some of which are profoundly astounding and heartbreaking, are grounded in the founding of our Nation. In today's divisive political climate, it's difficult to comprehend the growing backlash to whatever progress has been made to right an enormous wrong that was the institution of slavery. We've come so far since those early days of widespread oppression, and yet we see attempts to repeat the worst of our misdeeds.

To flourish as a democracy, our society maintains and enforces certain ethical and moral standards. We're a nation of laws, and our democracy hinges on the enforcement of those laws. Yet it seems that some who previously called upon this edict to justify the unequal dispensation of justice to certain demographics now want to abandon it to advance their distorted agendas. Civil Rights, Racial Equality, Social Justice, DEI, to name a few terms, have been refashioned into "dirty" trigger words because they serve as uncomfortable reminders that disparities endure.

No matter your personal views, we are all members of the same Human Race. For those who are uncomfortable with discussions about the marginalization of Blacks and other communities whose indelible achievements have been intentionally suppressed for decades, I say take a few moments to put yourself into the shoes of those disenfranchised folks and imagine the discomfort they've endured. Adversity builds character, but no group should be subjected to selective application of our Nation's laws. It is my hope that with ongoing dialogue, we'll eventually get to a place where we peacefully coexist in spite of our differences.

My, my, my. Apparently, karma was at play when I wrote my last year-end blog about gratitude for my 2023 writing accomplishments. I placed a positive spin on the realities of the writing business in which rejection is the norm by discussing the significance of validation beyond publication or contest wins. I expressed optimism that, despite the sea of rejections, one of my submissions would be accepted. And lo and behold, within two weeks of posting my blog, I received a congratulatory email for a poem I entered into the 2023 Writer's Digest annual poetry competition. It was selected as a top-20 winner out of nearly one thousand submissions from around the world.

Karma, karma, karma!

It took a little convincing on my part to realize that the email congratulating me on my win was not spam. Even after opening it and reading it a couple of times, I wasn't entirely certain until I noticed the citation of my poem's title. After digesting this great news, I thought about potential reasons the editors found my poem compelling. I wrote about the Middle Passage as an exercise for my poetry class after I learned disturbing information in my heritage that affiliated me with the start of the Transatlantic Slave Triangle. From the 16th through 19th centuries, European goods were transported to Africa (first leg of the triangle) in exchange for slaves who were then transported across the Atlantic to the Americas. This second leg, known as the Middle Passage, was especially heinous. The third leg consisted of the conveyance to Europe of goods produced on plantations.

As I delved deeper into this history, I developed an overwhelming sense of grief for those negatively impacted by the atrocities of the Middle Passage. The notion of my ancestors playing a significant role in its success disturbed me to the point that I felt compelled to write this poem. I'd recently learned of the Writer's Digest annual poetry contest, and I contemplated submitting my poem for consideration. But I wanted to first get feedback from my fellow students.

Because of the backlog of class submissions, along with the imminent contest deadline, I ended up turning in the original piece to Writer's Digest before it was critiqued. Eventually, I read my poem in class and received positive feedback. While I was not enamored with making the suggested changes, I revised it anyway and set it aside for possible submission elsewhere. Meanwhile, I learned I'd inadvertently submitted for Writer's Digest's early deadline. Had I realized this beforehand, I most likely would not have turned in the original piece and instead submitted the revised one for the later deadline. All this is to say, the stars were definitely aligned in my favor.

A recent online forum from one of my writing organizations discussed the merits of the well-known adage, "write what you know." If I were interviewed about my winning entry, I would say "write what you're passionate about" because this is exactly the mindset with which I wrote this poem. If you are enthusiastic about something, let others experience that enthusiasm through your writing. If your work moves you, there's a good chance it will move others.

In addition to publication, I'll also receive a small cash award, which makes the win even more special. I'll provide updates when I learn the details of publication (around late spring/early summer), but I cannot be more energized about my writing ventures for 2024!

I'm not big on New Year resolutions because I rarely call upon them throughout the year. But I do like to reflect upon my writing progress, or lack thereof. If I'm honest with myself, lack of progress is not an issue for me as I've done lots in the way of advancing my writing. Still, it sometimes feels like I haven't done enough. That sentiment stems from not having achieved any writing awards or publication outside of my monthly newsletter column and this blog. While I'm genuinely happy to see someone else achieve a contest win or an acceptance for publication, sometimes we need to fall back on something other than peer recognition of our work to remain motivated.

Fortunately, I enjoy the solitary practice of writing; however, this past year I set out to expand my writing community. I'm currently immersed in the final weeks of three fall classes, although I'd fully intended to drop one or two at the beginning of the semester. The poetry class I added at the last minute was the likely candidate to be cut as I've not been a hearty fan of poetry. However, I'm learning different literary and poetic tools and styles that can only enhance my prose writing; so I pat myself on the back for hanging in there with all three classes.

I'm impressed with the caliber of writing by fellow classmates, which further motivates me to improve my craft. I even submitted work, including poetry inspired by a few prompts, to several contests and anthologies. The submitted poems hadn't yet been critiqued by my classmates because of imminent deadlines that I wanted to meet. But when I finally received feedback, I realized where my work could stand improvement. Of the submissions I've sent thus far (not just poetry), I've heard back from about half (all declinations). However, during a demonstration of the school's curriculum platform, my instructor (an award-winning, Pushcart prize-nominated poet) who teaches all three classes referred to his list of prior submissions. When I saw his accumulated rejections (probably in the hundreds), I was heartened to see that rejection doesn't necessarily reflect one's aptitude for writing, which renewed my optimism and energy to keep chugging along. I remain hopeful that one or two of my remaining submissions will be accepted, and I give myself kudos for having the courage to send in my work.

Earlier in the year, I seized an opportunity to write a story to be set to a performance in collaboration with a choreographer. By design, the grant did not provide for the four teams of collaborators to see their projects to completion—although we presented our works-in-progress to a sold-out audience. From that effort, my choreographer-partner invited further collaboration with me, and he's currently producing a dance performance based on a new piece I wrote. Our project will be showcased at his studio's upcoming 15th anniversary celebration next spring.

Several months ago, I responded to a call for volunteer/mentorship applications with a Los Angeles based writing organization (WriteGirl) that supports, empowers, and mentors teen girls with their writing. The application process ended up being more rigorous than I anticipated. First, I submitted a bio in order to be considered for an invitation to apply. A few months later, I received the invitation and underwent a thorough vetting process, including an FBI/DOJ background check. I then attended two mandatory three-hour training sessions, and I discovered that award-winning writer and poet Amanda Gorman who read her work at the Biden-Harris inauguration is an alumnus of WriteGirl, which now has global outreach. I attended my welcome session just days ago and will have more to say about the organization in a future post.

So all this is to say I really don't have much to lament with respect to my writing accomplishments for 2023. In spite of multiple rejection letters, I actually feel more energized about the paths I've embarked upon this year, and I look forward to an even more fulfilling 2024.

No matter how small your accomplishments seem at times, and no matter how many of your manuscripts are rejected, there will always be a place and a need for your voice. I hope you realize a rewarding New Year full of wonderful writing!

Writing requires in-depth research at times, and I find the more I research, the more I want to learn. When I come across an interesting character in my lineage, I find myself making a beeline for the google search bar. It's mind-boggling to encounter an entire encyclopedia of information on an individual in my family tree who turns out to hold a prominent place in history (and not always a good one). But I also enjoy immersing myself in the era during which that ancestor existed.

Last month I promised to reveal a surprising discovery from my ancestral tree—one with significant ties to the writing world. I recently unearthed a Bishop Dr. Thomas Cowper/Cooper (my 12th great-grandfather on my father's side), a Cambridge University alumnus born around 1517 in Oxford, England where he practiced as a physician. After editing and revising Bibliotheca Eliotae, a Latin dictionary written by then deceased Sir Thomas Elyot, Bishop Cooper authored his own dictionary titled Thesaurus Linguae Romanae et Britannicae (also known as Cooper's Thesaurus). Three more editions followed, although controversy remains about whether he "borrowed" from other works to compile his own.

I was blown away to learn about this well-documented part of my lineage, not to mention that Bishop Cooper was also a physician and an author. While I cannot cross-check my DNA with his, I've pored over several documents that are consistent with my descent from Bishop Cooper, including the fact that I share DNA with his other descendants. But wait, there's more!

It's well-documented that Queen Elizabeth I owned and was quite fond of her copy of Cooper's Thesaurus, ultimately referring to it as Cooper's Dictionary. Bishop Cooper's daughter, Elizabeth (my 11th great-grandmother), was the Queen's namesake and goddaughter. Elizabeth's daughter, Jane (my 10th great-grandmother), was the namesake for Lady Jane Grey, aka the Nine Day Queen who was executed along with her husband after being charged with high treason.

But that's not all. Through statistical analysis of Shakespeare's word usage, it's widely believed the renowned poet, playwright, and actor used Cooper's Thesaurus/Dictionary in the creation of his poems and plays. Who woulda thought?

It's an interesting question to pose: Is writing in my DNA?  I certainly feel this to be the case, that I really was born to write.

And, now, on to my next act!

If you had asked me five or six years ago whether our democracy would end up facing an existential threat, I would have said this country is just going through a phase. While I'm dismayed with our nation's current trajectory, this post addresses a completely different type of surprise.

During recent ancestral research, I uncovered tantalizing tidbits that would make good fodder for my writing. The problem is, I haven't figured out what type of project to pursue. Should I focus on one tidbit at a time, or is there a way to throw it all into one larger pot? I'm guessing the former is the way to go; I just need to wrap my head around a plan of attack.

While I contemplate the direction I want to pursue, I continue to unearth more mysteries, including the likely genesis of my interest in writing. After my father's recent passing, I received a box of his belongings that contained a fictional story and a screenplay he'd been working on. Because we'd been estranged most of my adult life, I hadn't known about his writing. However, after poring through the contents of the box, I recalled that in my teens he'd occasionally communicated with me through letters. And I'd responded in kind.

An additional surprising discovery that I pulled from the various creased, yellowing photographs and spiral-bound notebooks was a vaguely familiar orange weather-beaten pamphlet with a birthday poem I'd written for my father. I was probably six or seven when I took several pages of craft paper, folded them in half, and then bound them with knitting yarn looped through three holes made with a hole puncher. As with much of my childhood memories, I don't remember writing this poem, and I have only a hazy recollection of designing the card. But it apparently held special significance for my father given that he'd held on to it for decades.

Seeing that birthday card triggered my recall of another project I'd put together back in college when I was enrolled in a Children's Literature class. At the time, I knew I wanted to go into healthcare, so I designed an illustrated kiddie book about the digestive process using animated fruits and vegetables as my characters. I remember my instructor asking about the scientific soundness of my details. I'd done my research, and I was emphatic about its accuracy.

So here I am, decades later, contemplating the idea that my interest in writing started well before I knew what I wanted to do with my life. But I'm not yet done with the surprising discoveries. I recently unearthed a genealogical connection to a writing legacy that gives new meaning to the phrase "born to write." But as with any good suspense, I'm going to end this blog with a chapter break of sorts and leave you hanging. I'm hoping you'll return next month to learn the nature of this latest discovery because it's sure to wow you like it did me. For now, I'll provide this tantalizing hint:

"Lord we know what we are but know not what we may be." (From Shakespeare's "Hamlet" spoken by Ophelia.)

See you next month!

I cannot wrap my head around the fact that fall (and dare I say, the holiday season?) is nigh. I just read something about planning for holiday decorations and... Whoa! I'm still basking in warm summer days. But what really reinforces the advent of fall is that most kids are back to school, including me!

I enrolled in three weekly online writing classes that started at the beginning of the month. Granted, these are non-certificate courses designed for the—ahem—more mature writer offered through a local college extension program. But the nice thing about an adult audience is the presence of several knowledgeable editors and writers who provide valuable feedback to experienced as well as up-and-coming writers.

I re-enrolled into a revision writing workshop that I participated in this past spring along with a literary style workshop, mainly to contrast the two. The revision workshop focuses on feedback for works in progress while the literary style workshop focuses on writing prompts to stimulate new writing. The third course is a class on poetry.

I've recently posted that I've not been a huge fan of poetry, but last spring, at the behest of our instructor, I experimented during National Poetry Month (April). Surprisingly, I found the shorter format amenable to some of my writing ideas for which I'd not yet found a venue. After feedback from the class, I reworked my poem and submitted it, along with an additional poem, to a variety of contests and anthologies. I also subscribed to an email newsletter than drops one poem each day; however, I'm not a fan of most of what I've received. While I understand interpretation and appreciation of a poem require at least three passes, I find the language rambling and flowery most of the time. It feels as if some poets throw together a bunch of miscellaneous words to make their work appear literary.

I know this sounds ass-backward, but as I wait to hear back about my entries (and I'm perfectly prepared to accept rejections), I thought I'd learn more about what goes into composing a great poem by taking a class. While the genre remains a bit of an enigma for me, I'm anxious to see my inner Shakespeare awakened.