{"id":5060,"date":"2019-01-09T09:03:45","date_gmt":"2019-01-09T15:03:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=5060"},"modified":"2019-01-09T09:03:45","modified_gmt":"2019-01-09T15:03:45","slug":"story-of-some-literary-progression","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2019\/01\/09\/story-of-some-literary-progression\/","title":{"rendered":"Story of (some) Literary Progression"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Welcome to the story of Tyler Renee, a literary artist.<\/p>\n<p>So about 10 years ago, eight year old me sat down on a beige couch with a speckled composition book in my pink &#8220;writer&#8217;s robe&#8221; (a bathrobe that I only wore when writing at home) and wrote a 20 page story about three girls and a dolphin. Now, looking back on that story, I can honestly tell you that it was trash. But it succeeded in helping me find my passion for writing.<\/p>\n<p>After\u00a0 that, I started writing poetry. I filled many composition books with rhyming poems (I was a fan on the ABAB CDCD rhyme scheme at the time.)\u00a0 It became more often that one would find me scribbling away in a composition book writing than reading AR books or doing my math homework. This of course caused some problems and for a couple years or so I didn&#8217;t write at all.<\/p>\n<p>When I got to be 12 or 13, I picked up the\u00a0 habit again (this time abandoning the rhyme scheme all together). I would write short fiction stories and create characters in my free time. I wrote about my religious beliefs and societal problems. I wrote of depression and happiness.<\/p>\n<p>But then I started going through a hard time getting anywhere with my stories and would throw most away as soon as I broke away from them. I would tear pages upon pages of writing out of my notebooks before throwing them away because at the time I didn&#8217;t believe in my writing in the slightest bit.<\/p>\n<p>Then when I was 15, I learned about Mississippi School of the Arts and I was once again inspired to write and I started to really believe that I could be a poet and write for a living. I practiced create several portfolios for the application for Mississippi School of the Arts. I was fully prepared to apply. But the year of my application, I was not in the best of mindsets. I lost full belief in my writing and myself. I threw away all of my poetry and fiction pieces that I had cultivated. I gave up writing and any dreams that I had that I could live the life of a literary artist.<\/p>\n<p>However, my friend, Nakiejah Hickman, talked me into rewriting my pieces and applying anyways. The day I received my acceptance letter was the day that I fully accepted that my writing was not the trash I believed it to be. From that day forward, I have written many poems and fiction pieces. I have written plays and monologues (I mean they were not the best but they didn&#8217;t suck too bad).<\/p>\n<p>I am proud to call myself a literary artist. And I am proud to say that I have come a long way from the 8 year old in a pink robe writing about dolphins. And while I lost years of my earliest works, I am proud to have struggled the way I had. It taught me to fully embrace my creativity and my art.<\/p>\n<p>So here&#8217;s to a new year of literary growth.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Welcome to the story of Tyler Renee, a literary artist. So about 10 years ago, eight year old me sat down on a beige couch with a speckled composition book in my pink &#8220;writer&#8217;s robe&#8221; (a bathrobe that I only wore when writing at home) and wrote a 20 page story about three girls and &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2019\/01\/09\/story-of-some-literary-progression\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Story of (some) Literary Progression&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":18,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5060"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/18"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5060"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5060\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5120,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5060\/revisions\/5120"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5060"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5060"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5060"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}