Dear White People

This is a moment. This is THE moment. I must warn you first: if you are unwilling to practice radical listening and silence any impulse to say “but what about…,” this is not for you.

I am a biracial (black/white) Texan who grew up in a predominantly white community. I built my life around accomodation and apology. It was how I survived. It looked like this: do you need me to ignore that veiled racist comment? Okay, I’ll do that. Do you need me to ignore your microaggression against me and pretend it’s all good? Sure, I’ll do that too. I have given and given and given and the cost has been my sense of self and my belief in my worthiness. Who am I if I’m not the person who makes you feel comfortable in my presence? I was always in service of your comfort over mine.

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My Artistic Statement (from my Sundance application)

Throughout my adult life, I sought and found comfort in the arts because they allowed me to understand my most personal truths in productive and tangible ways. It might be through a resonant scene or a completed piece. But it hasn’t always been sunny. I spent a period trying to negotiate with myself and the Universe. I attempted to sneakily redefine what personal meant in my work to avoid vulnerability. I tried my hand at a looser definition meaning I only had to do work that I was “personally” interested in. It is not surprising to me now, but that work was flat and easy to walk away from.

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Revision Insights From My Novel

What round of revisions am I currently in on my romance novel? I’ve almost lost track. Let’s see, let me trace it back. I completed my first draft over the summer which was a magical and fulfilling process for me.

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Nichole Abshire