A love letter to the written word, the journey of finding my voice, and the joy of not fitting into anyone’s box.
Lately, I’ve been pouring my heart out on Substack, Medium, and AudacityMagazine.com, and I love it. It’s free therapy. Actually, it’s better than free therapy because, surprise, I’m earning money from it. Not a fortune, but something. And let’s be real: if money were my main driver (and sure, it crosses my mind), I’d be chasing the algorithm on YouTube.
I do have a few Shorts and videos up there, but honestly? My words feel like the write vehicle to express myself.
I don’t have to worry if I looked directly into the camera. I don’t care if my background isn’t Pinterest-perfect. It’s just me and my words. That feels like freedom.
I’ve been in love with writing since I was a little girl. Now, at 55, I feel more liberated than ever from society’s expectations and constraints. I’m deep into writing a mystery novel that started off cozy and decided it didn’t want to stay in that box. Somewhere along the way, my sweet little whodunit developed a darker edge, some grit, and characters who refused to play nice. I’m still figuring out the genre, and honestly? I don’t feel the need to label it yet. I just want to follow the story where it wants to go.
What’s keeping me motivated? The idea of hearing my nieces and nephew one day proudly say, “Our Tía Tasha is a published author.” That’s the fuel. That’s the dream.
I’m also part of an incredible writing group led by Jane Cleland. Her feedback? Chef’s kiss. Her class pushes me to elevate my work, and I love every minute of it.
Substack has been a pleasant surprise too. I expected it to be another place where people throw their writing out into the void and disappear. But I’ve found real connection, stimulating conversations, and inspiration that keeps me grounded.
I’m no longer interested in watering down my thoughts or simplifying my writing just to make it more digestible.
That’s probably what I’m most proud of right now. I’ve stopped dimming my light. I no longer want to dumb down my words, thoughts, writing, or actions just to fit in.
And I wonder—how many people out there feel the same way?
And if they do, what are they doing about it?
March 26, 2025
With love,
Tía Tasha
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