SHOWING UP

An interview I saw on TV two days ago with a former gangster has sparked lots of contemplation in me the last couple of days.  The interviewee had brown skin like me, a colonial name like me, and was in a better place than he used to be; also like me.

“You have to show up everyday,” he said. 

I not only believe in that way of thinking, I lived it for a long time and I’m trying to get back there.

Showing up means something different for a lot of people.  In the interview it meant showing up to Homeboy Industries, a place to help recovering addicts and former gangsters stay away from crime and drugs.  For me showing up means showing up to the page everyday.  “The page” in my life is my journal, my notepad where I write my poems, the unread books, magazines, and newspapers I have stacked up in my room, my laptop, and the two manuscripts I’m slowly working on.

I remember sitting alongside one of my mentors, Lee Maracle, four years ago and talking about showing up without saying “showing up”.  Lee and I were sitting at two computers side by side.  We chatted as we typed.  I did my thing and she did hers.  Then one of the biggest lessons in my writing career happened.

“Have you been writing?” said Lee.

Writing to Lee means poetry, fiction, plays, creative non-fiction etc.  I had been writing four articles a month for The Window, a University of Toronto newspaper, where I had my own column The Condor’s View, and I was writing essays for school.  But I wasn’t writing anything classified as creative.

“No, I haven’t had time,” I said.

All of a sudden I felt eyes on me.  Lee turned her head to the left to stare me down (I mean stare downs like I’ve had in the West Detention Centre as a youth).  With her fingers still on the keyboard, Lee, my writing mom, gave me a verbal lashing: 

“I worked three jobs and raised four kids and still wrote everyday.  I broke down doors for you.  Don’t you dare tell me you don’t have time,” said Lee.

I’m usually up for a good fight.  But, I shut the fuck up.  Lee was right.

Lee turned her head and went back to typing.

I’ve noticed that lots of my fellow writers have had trouble showing up recently.  Some have come to me for advice and support.  People think because I update blackcoffeepoet.com three times a week and write for two newspapers that I don’t face the same difficulties as other writers.

To be honest, in terms of creative writing, I haven’t shown up in a while.  My journaling has been sporadic, my notepad has seen few poems written this summer, I took three weeks off blackcoffeepoet.com last month while visiting two Cree communities (Moosonee and Moose Factory), and I have not touched my two working manuscripts. 

I’ve also not kept a commitment to write a piece for a local magazine because of insecurities and fear; and I’m embarrassed about that! 

Showing up isn’t easy.

Life isn’t easy.

If we’re gonna make it we’ve got to figure out what showing up means in our lives and make sure to be present everyday.

Only you can show up.  No one can, or will, show up for you. 

As I write this I’m listening to My Life by Pharoahe Monch.  It’s a Hip Hop song that reminds me of who I am as a writer and why I write:

My life is all I have

My rhymes

My pen

My pad

 

I done made it through the struggle

Don’t judge me

What you say now

Won’t budge me

 

Cause where I come from

So often

People you grew up

They be layin’ in a coffin

 

But I done made it through the pain and strife

It’s my time now

My world

My life

 

My life

Show up: sit, read, re-read, write, re-write, submit, publish, and do it all over again, daily.

Advertisements

About Black Coffee Poet

Black Coffee Poet is a mixed race poet, essayist, and journalist who focuses on Social Justice, Indigenous Rights, STOPPING Violence Against Women, Film, and Literature.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink.

3 Responses to SHOWING UP

  1. Pingback: SHOWING UP PART 2: HUMBLE TIPS ON WRITING | Black Coffee Poet

  2. Pingback: SHOWING UP PART 3: PUSHING THROUGH | Black Coffee Poet

  3. Pingback: VLOG: SHOW UP EVERY SINGLE DAY | Black Coffee Poet

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s