Drafts from early February: Refusing to Feel Disorganized on the Master's Clock

I don’t know how I got here. But I’m starting to feel strained by my nature as a multi-hyphenate creative. I have more drafts than published articles on this app. I’m reading seven novels, 541 books on the digital to be read pile (this does not include the physical library), one dissertation, and several lines of short stories/non-fiction writings to pack into. And somehow ALL of them feel relevant to my growing praxis. I gotta bring some joy back to this ish. I want to be like Chido Muchemwa when she wrote that her dissertation was enjoyable!

Stills from movie The Woman in the Yard; Imani Perry's book, Black in Blues

Things I’m doing for now:

• Not rereading or proofreading my blog posts. Free flow it is. Less secondguessing the words

• Devaluing coherency

• Thinking of my grieving essay like a little gestating creation. If she say she need 9 months, who am I to rush? But also, “the charts need us” -Doechii

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1. “Master’s Clock” is a reference to a book i aint read yet called… wait, I don’t remember anymore