Jewells
"Who is Jewells?" you ask.
I am a daughter, a sister, a friend, an auntie, and since my cat likes to think she’s human, you can say that I am a mother too.
I am not one of those writers who fell in love with writing before I could hold a pen; because I didn’t. I am not one of those writers whose teachers encouraged to enter into writing contests; because that never happened. I am not one of those writers who adored English; because I hated it. I am simply a woman who was stuck in a boring job and had nothing else to do but peruse profiles on Black Planet (these days it’s MySpace) and kick butts in Yahoo! Spades. That got old real quick. Before I knew what was happening, a sentence came to mind: Monica Brown, that’s my name ask me again and I’ll tell you the same. After that sentence came a paragraph. After that paragraph came a page. Next thing I knew – a year later – I was staring at a complete manuscript. And seven years after that, I am now staring at the evolved version of that manuscript. Lord willing, you will soon be staring at my work of art yourself.
I am a late bloomer, finding my passion late in life. I found my purpose for living at the age of 22. I know, I know, that’s young, right? Wrong. For me it was the total opposite. I felt at that age - while the rest of my peers were walking down the planks to receive their college degrees - I should have had some inkling as to what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. I didn’t. See, you always hear about people who knew what they wanted to be when they grew up even before entering elementary school. I was actually one of those people myself, truth be told. I wanted to be a doctor, a lawyer, a teacher. I wanted to be an Olympian gymnast flipping my way to a gold medal, an Opera singer who tore down the stages of Broadway, and even an Oscar-toting actress. You name it, I wanted to be it. You may call it a bi-polar trait, but I call it just being human. Then I grew up. I realized the second my fingers touched the keyboard, the moment I heard the keys clicking in an effervescent harmony, that I had finally found my true calling. I had finally found my “Ahhhh-Ha” for life.
I have been many places, lived on different continents, seen many things. I have tasted the finest foods, touched some of the prettiest flowers, met some of the most genuine people. I have shed some of the happiest tears, laughed at the funniest things, experienced the best times. I have done a lot in my time, but nothing compares to the joy I feel when I create memorable characters. Nothing compares to taking my imagination to places the imagination dares to go. Nothing compares to doing what I love doing most: Writing.
"Who is Jewells?" you ask. I am a WRITER and I would not have it any other way.