Tha Scribble

Scribble /ˈskribəl/ (noun): to write or draw something quickly or without thought.

Like everybody else, writing for me, began with a scribble. I would happily cast my writing utensil back, forth, and around again on the paper with no regard for lines or margins. Confidently creating art free of constraints, or the need for clarity. And from those scribbles, a genuine love for writing was born. I fell deeply in love with the art form. And though, I eventually learned to fall in line within the margins and construct clear and concise compositions, my poetic license wasn’t compromised. The amazing feeling of leaving it all on a sheet of paper had never changed, using these 26 letters to their fullest, limitless, potential will and has always represented freedom to me.

Until recently, when I became obsessed with the proofreading, presentation, and performance aspect of the work. I was comfortable writing for myself and the very few hand-selected people I’ve shared pieces with. However, I have managed to completely avoid calling myself a “writer”, and the burden of public opinion that comes with it. I was afraid of other people believing I wasn’t good enough on paper. So much so that I had given myself page fright.  I would spend hours staring at a blank sheet or wordless screen because the pressure of wanting to make a perfect impression would often have me second-guessing, and questioning myself.

And all along the answer was right in front of me. One day, I had watched my 5-year-old daughter scribble in a notebook, and I had traced everything back to that time in my own life. It was a full-circle moment. I saw her amateur abstract art and was reminded of how it felt to create in a carefree way. It was then, that I knew that I had to let go of all the limitations and unrealistic expectations I had placed on myself because art is limitless. Infinite. Perfect only in its imperfection. This platform is what happens when you let go, and allow your soul to roam. Tha Scribble is a “coming home.”

This space will be dedicated to carefree creation and the divine imperfection of random streams of consciousness, poetry, prose, and honest, unrefined, and unedited personal musings posted on a somewhat consistent basis Nothing will be pretty. Everything will be raw and flawed. So, if you’ve made it this far, thank you. I appreciate you so much for being here. Because to be 100% honest, I am both incredibly excited and afraid to begin this journey, but here’s to doing the “thing” anyway… no matter how scared we may be.

Love,

Kaydilla.