#Longreads from Rachel Kaadzi Ghansah

I struggle with reading long pieces online. When everyone was hyping that piece on Kendrick Lamar in the LA Review of Books, I attempted to read it a couple of times before giving up. Each time, I made it to somewhere around the 10th paragraph and I don’t ever remember checking the byline. Last week I discovered Transition Magazine’s archives (their full archives can be found here). Skimming the list, a piece entitled My Mother’s House caught my eye. The one-line description read: “Rachel Kaadzi Ghansah reverses the Great Migration, going south with her fiancé to find and lose her way among the ghosts of family graves.” My curiosity was piqued. A Ghanaian (isn’t Ghansah Ghanaian? well I suppose she could have got the name through a naming ceremony) writing about her mother at a time that I’m trying to do the same; and somehow the southern U.S. (where I was born and raised) is involved.

The piece proved to be evocative on all of these points. Ghansah is in fact a Ghanaian name, one that the author inherited, not through a rites of passage program, but from her father. From the essay, I deduced that her parents probably met in Philadelphia — the city her mother moved to after leaving her childhood home of Alexandria, Louisiana. Here is where I feel limited. I don’t know that I can appropriately capture the excitement I felt when I first saw the name “Alexandria” on my screen.

Just last summer, I took a trip with my mother to Alexandria, Louisiana. It was our first time back in well over two decades. I had no memories of the place and was hoping to create some, and at the same time, hoping the trip would help extract some of my mother’s more positive ones. If she had any, they were buried so far below in that time when she was both new to motherhood and to America. It had been nearly 10 years since she left Ghana for the United States, yet I don’t think the permanence of her move had been realized. Her pregnancy with me was not easy. My energetic sister was nearly two, my father struggled to find work, and I resisted leaving her womb even as we surpassed 37 weeks. Ten months pregnant and filled with frustration, my mother drove herself to her obstetrician one afternoon. Upon her arrival at the hospital (named after the patron saint of immigrants), I conceded. My mother gave birth without my father present (as she did for all of her pregnancies). No matter the marriage certificate nor the wedding ring (that she’d bought herself), she was a single black woman. When I came out not quite right, the nurses questioned my mother about her use of illicit drugs. This was what I knew of Alexandria for most of my life; it was a place where the racism was far from subtle. Even as I planned last summer’s trip, my mother, who insisted that I could not go alone, warned “I heard they buried a black man alive there not too long ago.”

But our story is for another time and space.

After I finished My Mother’s House, I read three other pieces from Ghansah that not only challenged my patience for reading long pieces online, but also taught me a few lessons in storytelling: Continue reading

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Notes on Writing: Writing the Sex Scene

I was just joking with my sister that she’d be writing any sex scenes for my novel because I’m just out of touch. For different reasons, Tayari Jones is struggling with writing sex scenes as well.  On her blog she explains how she tried to get around her shyness:

I thought about going the innuendo route, sparing myself from having the write anything hot and sweaty.  Afterall, I reasoned, sometimes you can convey a lot just through describing touches, glances, etc.  But I had to face it– I was pretending to take some sort of high ground because the scenes that needed writing made me uncomfortable.  And let’s face it, when you feel uncomfortable while writing, it probably means you really MUST write that scene.  What famous person said tha literature is meant to comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable?

Read the full post here and her follow up post in which she includes helpful links on how to write sex scenes.

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Notes on Writing: Productivity Tools

My absence from blogging has, in part, been because I’ve been writing, reading, and researching for a writing project.  I’m discovering a lot of exciting history but because I rely heavily on a computer for the research aspect, I do get a bit distracted by THE INTERNETS.  As a writer, I know I’m not alone in this; I once saw on Twitter: “Like many writers, I have rituals. Before writing, I pour coffee, open the window by my desk, and attempt to read the entire internet.” ha! Anywho here are a few productivity tools that I’ve been using as of late:

LeechBlock
With LeechBlock, I can create sets of websites and block them for certain periods of time. For instance I block access to my email account from 11pm to 12noon. I block Facebook and Twitter from 11pm to 2pm and block my Google Reader and other blogs I visit from 11pm to 1pm.  I have also selected the option that prevents me from modifying the blocked time unless the blocked time period has ended.

Time Out
I’m not currently employed but that last full-time job I worked had me sitting at a computer for 8+ hours a day. About a year into the job I developed carpal tunnel in my right wrist and months after that I developed back pains. All of this was because I had poor posture and rarely took breaks. Time Out is a program that encourages you to take a break to allow your muscles to relax.  You can set how often and for how long you want to take breaks — the default is a 10 minute break after 50 minutes of work. You can also set a micro break -defaulted to occur for 10 seconds after every 10 minutes of work.  Time Out may seem like a very simple and unnecessary program for some, but for those who struggle with healthy work habits, this could be really helpful.

WasteNoTime
Similar to LeechBlock, WasteNoTime is a time management program for Safari.  However, WasteNoTime works differently from LeechBlock in that you set your working hours then allot a certain amount of time for each blocked site during your working hours (you can also allot a certain amount of time to those sites after your working hours).  For instance, I have my working hours set from 8am to 3pm and I have allotted myself access to Facebook and Email for 30 minutes each during those hours.

Do you use any additional software to assist your writing productivity?  If so, which ones and how effective has it been?

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Web Finds: Jamaica Kincaid, Avatar Remix, & More

For Creatives, a few places to submit your work:

Got a high-quality film with commercially appealing content? Consider submitting it to be screened at the Big Shade Tree Film Salon (a monthly film screening event in NYC).

Are you an African writer in the diaspora with an unpublished manuscript?  Consider submitting to Kwani? Manuscript Project

From the Black Film Center/Archive: the African Media Center releases a call for papers on Evolving African Film Cultures

Reading & Writing:

Have you checked out AfricaBookClub.com?  It’s a great resource for reading about contemporary African books and authors.  They also have an online store.

I just finished reading my first Jamaica Kincaid novel, check out this interview she did with Mother Jones back in 1997.

Tayari Jones shares some facts about Artist Residencies

I like these writing prompts Tayari shares with Gotham Writers Workshop

I just finished Chapter 2 of Teju Cole’s Open City.  His comments on The Last King of Scotland reminded me of this video:

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Notes on Writing: A Quote from Junot Diaz

If you’re writing for change (personal or societal) or you feel stuck in your writing, know this:

A writer is a writer because even when there is no hope, even when nothing you do shows any sign of promise you keep writing anyway.

- Junot Diaz (via Edwidge Danticat’s Create Dangerously: The Immigrant Artist at Work)

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Notes on Writing: The Solitude Myth

There is no doubt that writing requires quite a bit of alone time, but according to Kalamu ya Salaam the myth of writing solitude can be damaging for black writers. Read exactly what he means in his essay The Myth of Solitude: No Writer is an Island. Though I can’t relate to some of his generalizations, he does make some good points:

In order to achieve both linear (across generations) and lateral (across cultures) greatness, writers must be both immersed in a specific era/culture and conscious of that era’s relationship to other eras and other cultures. It is not enough to report on or even analyze the news of the day. The ultimate meanings of human existence transcend the specifics of any given moment.

In the contemporary United States, “audience” has been collapsed into the concept of consumers, people who literally buy whatever is marketed. That is ultimately a very cynical approach to determining who is one’s audience. To write for and about a specific audience does not necessarily mean writing to sell to that audience. What it does mean is using the culture of the intended audience as the starting point (and hopefully an ending point) for our work.

A horrible truth is that too many of us are unprepared to write significant literature because we have no real appreciation of our audience as fellow human beings, as cultural creatures. We know neither history nor contemporary conditions. We talk about “keeping it real” but have no factual knowledge of reality. Thus, we glibly bandy generalizations, utter hip clichés as though they were timeless wisdom, and inevitably offer instant snapshots of the social facade as though they were in-depth investigations of the structure and nature of our social reality — in short, we lie and fantasize.

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Web Finds: Writing Tips, Online Communities, Artivism & More

Film:

A poem about rejection that any artist should be able to relate to.

Some tips on screenwriting from Shadow & Act (that tip on dialogue is everything, I’m learning the importance of subtlety in art)

As a writer working on a project that may be a bit self-indulgent and may be told through multiple mediums, Terence Nance is definitely an inspiration. And I relate to his idea of “the Swarm.” Read this recent S&A interview to see what all I’m talking about.

Literary:

I’ve been in a few online book clubs, none successful.  But I came across an active online book club with a focus on fiction by people of color.  I can’t join because of my reading schedule, but you should consider if you’re looking for a reading community.

My brother is pretty cool, glad there are other people who can say the same (featuring a black feminist reading list)

There’s so much in this interview: beautiful photos of Toni Morrison (some with her family), proof that artists are intent on feeling our full range of emotions, and affirmation for those who have questions about love

Other:

Need some friends who love science fiction? Check out the Black Science Fiction Society.

A call to artists (say it in your work!):

Particularly if you come from poor communities, you come from black communities in this country and you see a casual, systemic indifference to black life…you have to respond.  It’s in your own self interest, it’s not even outstanding or courageous, it’s a survival issue.  Either we gonna fix this or we gonna just agree to be slaves.  And that don’t honor nothing that we ever been about — it don’t honor the legacy of everybody that came before us. -Yasiin Bey

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Event Recap: National Black Writers’ Conference 2012

I went to this year’s National Black Writers’ Conference specifically for the panel entitled Migration and Cultural Memory in the Literature of Black Writers

I was late to the panel and though I did miss some stuff, I think I got the goods:

Nana Ekua Brew-Hammond on migration:
We often talk about black migration in a physical sense (Africa -> the West; southern US -> northern US; the West -> Africa) but we also migrate in a mental sense. We migrate daily from our communities to [white] institutions (schools, workplaces, etc.), where we have to adjust the way we speak, dress, etc. As writers, however we migrate, be it mental or physical, it ends up on the page.

She also talked about the contradictory images of Africa she received growing up in the U.S. She would see her parents’ very cosmopolitan photos from Ghana and hear her parents talking about how wonderful Ghana is (though not discussing why they are in the States if Ghana is so wonderful) and at the same time she would see images of “starving Ethiopians” and various people trying to save them. Though I’m a few years younger than Nana Ekua, I completely relate. My mother has the awesome images of herself and her friends from before she emigrated from Ghana to the U.S. but outside of my family, I only received very tragic images of Africa. I’m sure this is something a lot of black people throughout the diaspora can relate to.

A moment of elitism during the panel:
During the Q&A, a man stood up, noted that he’d published several books and asked the panelists for their advice to up and coming writers. One panelist caused a little controversy when she responded that everyone was claiming to be a writer and the importance was in the study — writers need to study and develop technique. She saw the increasing number of self-published works as pollution. Ouch. The man who initiated the discussion took it personally which I understand. I agree that study and technique are important but I have no beef with the self-publishing world or with the supposed universal claim of “writer.”

A fact I was unaware of:
One of the last events of Saturday’s programming was a conversation between Esther Armah and Tavis Smiley. In a story Tavis was sharing about Toni Morrison he said that she didn’t get started until she was 39 or 40. I searched the internet for her writing history, when I got home, and discovered that her first novel was published when she was about 40 years old. I had no idea! but it’s inspiring.

For images of the conference, check the NBWC Facebook Page. And here is another short recap of the conference.

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Event Recap: Artists at Work: An Afternoon with Edwidge Danticat

Last weekend, Philadelphia’s Art Sanctuary hosted Artists at Work: An Afternoon with Edwidge Danticat. The event featured a panel discussion moderated by April Silver with panelists: spoken word artist Michelle Myers, visual artist James E. Claibrone Jr., bassist Jonathan Michel, and writer Edwidge Danticat.

A few insights I gained from the panel:

On speaking for/with a community:

I see myself as speaking as part of a chorus — the more voices that join, the more enlightened we are… saying that I am the voice of a non-monolithic, complex people silences other people’s voices. – Edwidge

Join the chorus. Don’t allow anyone to silence your voice and don’t attempt to silence anyone else’s voice.

When people lay claim, they sometimes want to dictate what I write about… – Michelle

I get excited when someone is able to put my thoughts into words but then sometimes I have expectations for them to continue to do this. It’s an unfair burden for artists.

We internalize negative images of ourselves [from popular media] and then celebrate it… [We need] to invest in and create righteous art/images – James

*a lightbulb moment for me*. When James made this comment I realized that countering negative stereotypes is not just about being accepted by the “other” but also about not internalizing negativity.

Advice to “aspiring” artists on the importance of study and discipline:

Study is paradigm to what we do…discipline comes from the love of what we do… Learn from the elders; we are not innovators, we are continuing the tradition – Jonathan Michel

I love Jonathan for this comment because it made me realize that my writing is bigger than me. Writing is something that comes naturally to me and I indulge in it as a form of therapy. But if I’m going to acknowledge writing as my calling then I need to recognize the duty that comes with it. *a true lesson in humility*

As a follow-up to Jonathan’s comment on learning from the elders: Study their grace, not just their work, but the way their personhood embodies their work. – Edwidge

This was an important message for me to hear. Though my name means grace I’ve let my ego and my insecurities create a version of myself that is anything but graceful and disconnected form my work.

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This was originally posted on The G is for Grace