the pen series… twenties unscripted.
There's a voice out there, that once I heard it, transported to me to a place where fearless rules and love inspired. The voice belongs to Tyece Wilkins and she shares it on her blog Twenties Unscripted. Recently, Tyece released the memoir, Twenties Unscripted: A Journey of Womanhood, Writing and Relativity based on those essays from her blog. Tyece Wilkins is quite the inspiration. Whether you're a writer, a woman, a twenty-something, a forty-something, a sixty-something, a person of color, a blogger or just human, have a seat and get to know Tyece.
Who is Tyece Wilkins?
Tyece Wilkins is a wildfire. A complex woman. A sensitive soul. A mosaic of emotions. A tenacious and convicted spirit.
But, the less poetic version of that bio is that Tyece Wilkins is the voice behind Twenties Unscripted, a site with real and raw personal essays that spark women to connect to the best, bravest and boldest parts of themselves.
Your new release is Twenties Unscripted: A Journey of Womanhood, Writing and Relativity. What have you discovered on your journey about womanhood?
Being a woman, particularly a young black woman, is one of the Universe’s greatest gifts that people will twist and make seem like one of life’s greatest curses. I’ve felt the magic and mayhem of being a young black woman. I’ve experienced the gift and the perceived curse. I am learning that every journey ebbs and flows. Life is never without its seasons. Relationships change and evolve. People surprise you in beautiful and harrowing ways. You have to sort through your stuff. You have to get yourself in order. Working on yourself is a never-ending process.
Did you always want to be a writer?
I haven’t always wanted to be a writer; I’ve always been a writer. It hasn’t ever been an aspiration, but has been an inherent part of my identity. From writing short stories in second grade to joining the high school newspaper staff, and to later maturing my identity as a writer with my blog and book, writing has always been in my DNA.
Who do you write for?
First and foremost, I write for myself. I write because on a day like today where so many things are out of whack and don’t seem to make a lick of sense, writing brings me to a place of peace. It centers me. It helps me make sense of the 1,000 thoughts dancing ferociously through my head.
Second, I write for the woman with scars that others don’t see and stories that others don’t know. I write for the woman who people say is too emotional or too sensitive. I write for the woman who challenges convention and lives with conviction. I write for the woman who is a work in progress and a jigsaw puzzle with some missing pieces. I write for the woman like me.
What inspired your very first blog post?
My very first blog post all the way back in 2009 was inspired by some hybrid of boredom and angst. Back then, I worked at a desk job in college that included a lot of free time. I was also a somewhat disgruntled and overly observant sophomore with something to say. Voila. Blog post.
What pushed you to keep coming back to write more posts after that and to be so candid about your experiences?
That’s a tough question because the reasons I keep coming back evolve as my work matures. Back in 2009, I was writing because I was bored. Now, I’m writing because I have this wild and untamed conviction that my voice must be heard. Recently a friend of mine said that there’s a natural fearlessness about my writing style. Being candid and transparent isn’t something I think about much or struggle with. Writing is just such an intense and almost spiritual experience for me that I have no choice but to bare all. Be real. Seize the vulnerability.
I’m sure the process of piecing your book together was an experience in itself. What was going through your mind when you pulled up your old blog entries and read each one?
“I can’t believe there was a time when I truly felt strongly enough about this to voice it publicly.” That was the major thought running through my mind when I read 70% of my entries. The other 30% were essays I was still convicted about and, thus, included them in the book.
One thing you know for certain…
Success does not breed happiness.
“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” –Anaïs Nin
What’s next for Tyece?
I could answer that with a lot of plans for autumn and upcoming events. But, as I sit and write this, what’s really next for Tyece is getting to a place of true and sustainable peace and happiness.
Tyece, thank you so much for taking the time to chat. I can't say it enough, you have an amazing voice and I love your insight. Can't wait to read more from you.
Enjoy this excerpt written by Tyece Wilkins:
When I Hear That Song, I Think About You
There were cold nights and knock-down-drag-out fights. Now the hideous memories are so inflated that I couldn't see our past straight if I tried. Loving you felt like an out-of-body experience. I don't know that girl anymore. Life changed me in ways that built me to never endure what I so openly chose to undertake by ushering you in. And I ushered you in. I took you on. I held you down. I drew you near. I let my heart be reckless because I thought that meant somehow, it would work. We would work. Back then I thought it was supposed to be extreme and ugly. I thought it was supposed to sting and hurt. I thought we were supposed to hurl unforgivable words at each other. Sometimes feeling awful numbs us so much that we think it feels good.
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