Space of my own

This blog is a place where I write my own thoughts. I don't censor myself. I am brutally honest so if some of the things I say offend you then go elsewhere. If a person cannot be honest with himself then what's the point of having an opinion? I write to express myself and most inner thoughts and emotions.I am a writer although certainly not a great one but I am trying. I think this blog is all about me dealing with life and it's struggles and trying to hopefully become a better person.

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Again, I know I haven't been on this site for over a year but I am really going to improve my blog page. Anyhow, some changes have occurred in my life. First, I finally graduated York University last year in June 2004. I earned my Bachelor of Arts Degree in history.Please do not ask "why did he get a BA in history?" Even I'm not quite sure. I am glad that shit is over because quite frankly I just want to move on with my life. Perhaps it was a way of attempting to gain the respect and love of my parents. My parents were so happy when I graduated last year. Maybe it's because let's face it at the graduation ceremony I spotted maybe 8 to 10 other young black men that were graduating with a degree. I also got some articles published in NOW magazine last year so that was good. And this year next month in April 2005 I will finally arrived at the level where I want to be. My first book a collection of poetry titled "You Don't Know Me" will be published by TSAR publications in Toronto. I am glad that at my age
(I am not telling you my age all I will say is I am still a couple years below age 30). I am still a twentysomething. Anyhow, I am just glad this is finally happening. It's about time. I worked really hard for this. But now I ask myself what next? Now what? Well, after writing professionally for the past four years I have noticed that I am finally transitioning from the
journalism of writing for newspapers or magazines to moving to more artistic territory. I am glad I am doing this. A couple of years ago I did get short story published in an African American publication called "Rhapsody in Black" of course they were too cheap to pay me. They had to find some excuse not to pay me that African American publication. I also remember two African American magazines Venus magazine and Arise magazine also were
"short" on the cash they published my work but of course refused to pay me. At the time a couple of years back I just wanted exposure. I wasn't concerned with making money. But now I realize exposure isn't enough I am a professional writer and damn it I deserve the respect.
I've learned my lesson and since then I have written for free occasionally for the university newspaper but I promised myself. I won't let some people try to fuck me over again.