lull

I’m between projects, which isn’t always a good place for me. Stayed in yesterday and finished my first draft of the stage adaptation of SAY HER NAME. Got up today ready to get back to Jaxon and Ma but haven’t written a word. Went out for some fresh air, got home before the rain. Last week I was searching for a way to donate books to young readers in Louisville, KY and a few hours later, a teacher from that city reached out to me on Twitter. So glad that I can send the books to her and in return, Ms. McCormack sent me this photo; it’s from the memorial to Breonna Taylor set up at “injustice square.” One reason I try to keep busy is it stops me from lingering…if you train your mind on a particular task, then it’s less likely to wander into dangerous territory. The police officers who shot and killed Breonna won’t face any criminal charges at this point. And that news was handed down by a useless Black male district attorney with ties to Mitch McConnell. If you didn’t hear Tamika Mallory’s epic takedown of that fool, it’s worth a listen. Black women are organizing a strike for tomorrow…I’m ready. Wear white and purple, don’t work, don’t shop. There’s a longer list of actions you can take here. These in-between times aren’t easy but they’re necessary. I caught the first session of the Black Womxn Time Camp yesterday and it was on rest as a form of resistance. Being still doesn’t mean you’re lazy or unproductive. As a Black woman, I need to reframe my relationship to time…will try to work some of what I learned at Time Camp into the next novel. But I won’t be working on it tomorrow. STRIKE!