Lost Manuscripts and Nosey Grandmas
How I know writing is my calling
If I could ever be so sure about anything in my life it’s that writing is my purpose. I’m probably more sure about that than I am of my height and weight. I will try not to make this post too nostalgic but when talking about something I love so much it’s hard not to.
I have always been a very creative soul since a very young age. I wrote poetry, I knew how to draw, and taught myself how to play piano all before I attended high school — I haven’t played piano in years by the way so don’t count on me to be a pro. I started writing in my diary when I was around 13 years old that I had plans to turn into a memoir but guess what, it got misplaced. I later found out my grandmother had gotten a hold of it and had been reading it. She was the last one with it so I assume she had something to do with it being lost.
The same thing happened with my book of poetry I was writing, lost that too. Throughout the years, I would periodically search for these lost manuscripts but still, no luck. I remember coming home from college during the summer still trying to search for them but I just finally gave up and gave up writing too. After I graduated, I started back again but started pursuing screenwriting and songwriting instead. I loved it! As a matter of fact, my dream bio would say something like Author-Screenwriter-Songwriter. That would be a dream. I pursued this for a while and started writing songs for local artists in my neighborhood, R&B, gospel, hip hop, and neo-soul were my main genres. I have taken on pretty much every type of writing outlet there is.
This has all set the foundation for me as a writer but let me tell you how I really know I’m on the right path. I was in bible study on a Wednesday night. I wasn’t going consistently as I would have liked but, on this day, I made it a point to go straight from work. I was sitting next to this man who seemed very peculiar not in a bad way but it was just something about him. You ever feel like something is different about a person? Not in a bad way but, different. The man turned to me and asked the one question that caught me off guard.
“Are you writing something?”
I said, “Im sorry, what?”
“Are you a writer? What are you writing?” The man said inquisitively with one of those very genuine elderly smiles.
Mind you I have never seen this man before I mean, he didn’t even know my first name. To be frank — this man didn’t know a thing about me except that very specific detail. God is very real my friends. There is not a single person that could tell me otherwise. You can’t tell me that that wasn’t God using him as a vessel. Right now, I am writing my first book and I am more eager than ever to get it out there! Lost manuscript or not you can bet I’m never turning my back on my writing again.
