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By Rona Sarita
For the past ten years, I have discussed my aspiration to write, because I knew I had more work to do, more books to read, and more rewrites to work through. I still don’t quite feel comfortable referring to myself as a writer.
Professionally, I have had no involvement in the field of writing. I have had many jobs; hospitality jobs, administrative jobs, and most recently, I was the owner/operator of 191 Knickerbocker, a comfort food restaurant and bar, now permanently closed. The stress of owning a business was the catalyst that helped me find my voice – a small business owner, especially a restaurant owner, is essentially someone who relinquishes all inclination to live in a world of certainty.
Every day was a new day, in the way of unforeseen challenges. But, however prepared I was to accept uncertainty, this pandemic has pulled the rug from under my feet, like so many others. Despite recently losing a business, by some miracle, I am finding a way to live frugally, but in an abundance of love and freedom, and I am breaking through my blockages to write. I have ample time to write these days but would not entirely rule out future job opportunities, because, well, life material. Herman Melville worked as a sailor then a Customs Officer, he wrote the greatest American Novel and it became famous 20 years after his death.
Editor's Note: Rona Davis, after a very non-traditional college experience of first dropping out of a community college to wait tables and bartend, returned to college six years later, to matriculate towards an undergrad Creative Nonfiction Writing program at Columbia University’s School Of General Studies. With one remaining class before graduation, she dropped out and returned to bartending.