STYLUS 8.2 | FALL 2017
sturdy mahogany desk near the window, as well as a huge shelf on the left that climbed upwards of
four levels, housing books, board games and VHS cassettes of my early childhood.
I literally had nothing to do on the computer that day: I opened and closed browsers,
googled all sorts of nonsense that came to mind, found nothing interesting on YouTube. And so I
made my way to Facebook. Well that was initially an effort in futility as well; there was nothing
fascinating happening there either. Generally, it was just people complaining about life and asking
questions to engage comments, such as, “Who’d you rather, Rihanna or Beyoncé?” and a couple of
interesting pictures sprinkled in between the timeline to break up the monotony.
I remember hearing cheesy music playing,
looking around at the TV, and saw that it was a
rerun on one of our local channels of the soap
opera, The Young & the Restless. I watched for a
bit, intrigued as this lady was crying hysterically
begging this old guy not to leave her and him
telling her rather directly that he couldn’t do this
anymore (whatever this was). After snapping
myself out of watching that tragedy, I was gazing
at our airport out of the study window at the lone
British Airways flight that remained the night
prior, and my mind ran on my family in England.
Turning around at the TV once more, there was an advertisement now of a new Beauty &
the Beast DVD in HD or something like that. I told myself that women always needed saving, that
they were always perceived as “damsels in distress” and someone needs to do something about
that. Men are not always the bad guys, or the “beasts” they’re most times made out to be.
That was all it took. I closed the study door to rid myself of distractions, opened up the note
portion of my Facebook page, and started writing the ideas that came to my mind. This consisted of
a prince and a princess, dancing at a ball after their marriage ceremony in their English palace. This
story would be different, the woman would be the bad guy and no one would be the wiser. I set it all
up so that it all it appeared to be her dream come true after growing up poor and marrying into
royalty, but included a mass murder at said ball with her trying to escape for her life, only to reveal
that she orchestrated the entire thing. It took me a while to really get it all together. I knew what I
wanted to do, but I had never done a written piece in that format and especially on a forum like
Facebook.
I would usually try to isolate myself away from any distraction, give myself a time frame to
work with, draft my thoughts via pen and paper, proofread, type out my final product, review and
do whatever necessary after. This was different, and a new turning point happened that would
slightly alter how I approached writing. I just typed as the words came, paused occasionally, read it
over and made slight changes. What eventually continued happening in that moment was I tried to
type so fast as the ideas came. It was like I didn’t want to stop for fear of losing the ideas through
the momentum.
Inevitably I stopped, and stopped a lot, because I ran out of ideas. I found myself stretching,
staring at my screen, playing with our dog or going outside, and walking around idly and finding
stuff to do in the kitchen that I wouldn’t normally do. I was trying to find some sort of inspiration, or
unconsciously giving myself a break. The longer I stayed away, the more I heard my secondary
school English teacher, Ms. Patrick, in my head saying, “Paint their minds with your creativity,
Jaydelle. Be descriptive, reel them in.”
Ms. Patrick is always in my head now, anytime I write something, always coaching and
constantly criticizing. I always try to live up to her expectations because she always believed and
fed my potential. However, I would then head back to the computer and find myself googling stuff
again, trying to listen to music (which helped, but later on in life would just become a distraction),
That was all it took. I closed
the study door to rid myself of
distractions, opened up the
note portion of my Facebook
page, and started writing the
ideas that came to my mind.