It’s been 979 days since my first interaction with TNC and 987 days since my first words were published on the site and it’s been quite the journey; 30 submissions, 29 published articles, 1 rejected story (side eye), and a shitload of engaging conversations. On this journey, I’ve made great friends; the totally mad (Rachel, Temi this is where you guys fall), the super cool (Hey MissO, we still have a wedding to attend) and a million people in between (Ramat, I promise you’re somewhere in this category). I’ve also made a few enemies (maybe?) and I’ve had my fair share of proposals, hookups dates and it’s been good vibes since the beginning. I’ve laughed till tears dropped, my heart has ached reading some words from some writers but most importantly, I’ve grown as a writer and as a person.
Very recently however, I had another TNC inspired encounter that prompted me to write this. My inboxes often get messages from people who my words have touched in one way or the other and I still feel greatly humbled when I see these and it eventually becomes cute (and somewhat funny) when a number of these women (yes, 98% of the people who text me are females) feel they know me because of the part of me I shared on here and like I commented on an article on here sometime (can’t remember which), a common mistake a lot of people make is that they assume they know a person because of the content they have on the media and sometimes, don’t explore the actual persona of the person on the other of the phone/laptop and (tend to) get upset when said person doesn’t exactly act as they assumed they would but it’s fine. Some of the popular comments I get is “you can’t really be the person you write like you are, can you?” or “you’re too good to be true so you’re not real” or my personal favorite “your ideas of a man/life only exist in movies/novels and if you think this way, you’re maybe misguided/deluded?”. Lol. All I can say is ‘Cavey’ is but a shadow of me, a projection of who I am that words would allow me project and if you think that person is fiction, that’s okay too.
Anyway, a number of people in the last couple of months have reached out to me telling me how they miss how TNC used to be/feel of which I encourage them to keep faith in the name and trust the system but a few days ago, on a group of my high school mates, someone shared one of my articles and for a while, I watched how quite a number of them were avid TNC readers and a number loved ‘Cavey’ went on about the article and TNC generally so I privately texted one of them and told her I was Cavey. Her reaction was satisfaction enough, knowing that TNC had enabled me to reach at least one person and get her through a tough patch in her life. However, she too, ‘missed the old TNC’ so I asked her how it had changed and she told me a number of ways but the one that cut deepest was that she said the writers a lot of people connected with stopped writing and there were a lot of new writers on there that never had a chance to connect with the readers for a number of reasons (most of them directly not the author’s fault) and even though sentiments are scarce good when it comes to making decisions, sentiments in this case were instrumental. I realized I had some blame allocated to me for not staying consistent even as the site evolved and I came about a realization “as a writer, it is your responsibility, not a choice, to keep writing because whilst they may be just words or creations of fiction to you, they are anchors to some and life to others” so I’ve decided to, in my own way, right the ‘wrong’ I unconsciously created and try my best to recreate a TNC Community that’s as familiar as the one I met xxx days ago and maybe even better.
But I can’t do this on my own.
So I start by writing this ‘Triplea’ (Tribute + Plea) and ask that the comaradie that existed on here be reestablished. Translation: Lit articles, liter comment section and love and freedom all around.
This is The Naked Convos.