Why I Write

There is nothing that keeps me awake at night more than words. Because of them, I toss and turn ceaselessly, hoping not to disturb my mom as she snores softly beside me. I try to stop the words from flashing through my mind as they build phrases then sentences then paragraphs until, finally, I give in. The words don’t stop unless they become something I can’t wait to put on paper.

“I’ll write this in my next article,” I think to myself. “Maybe, just maybe, I can make a difference.”

And that’s what I can do with words. Every day I walk into my journalism class, though I am exhausted by the strings of words that kept me awake the night before, I choose to use them for good. Some people find freedom speeding down the highway at midnight, but I find freedom in my writing. What I cannot say, I know I can write. I use that freedom not only to express my innermost thoughts but to try and move the people in my community to make a difference in their lives and in the lives of others.

Whether I’m writing about teenage homelessness in South Florida or the endless bloodshed in Syria, I find great satisfaction in keeping the students of my school and the local community educated about issues going on in the world. Creating conversation excites me. It moves me to write even more, seeking to find local stories in the globality of my writing and, vice versa, scavenging ways to make my local stories more global.

I spend most nights sitting in front of my computer screen, fussing over comma splices and fragmented sentences because I want my message to come across eloquently; I work hard so that my readers can indulge sentence after sentence without interruption as I immerse them across seas and into the battlefields where the greatest violations of human rights occur. Then I shift them back into reality, showing them that there is something that can be done, something that they, themselves, can do.

And so, as my mom sleeps quietly beside me, I rise from our bed and pick up my laptop. I sit in the bathtub so that the click-clack of the keys do not wake her and I turn down the harsh glare of the brightness to a soft glow. I allow my thoughts to take hold of my fingers and I type away into the night where the world unfolds before me, beckoning to be put in words.

Okeechobee Fest, Here I Come

Next week, Friday, I will be embarking on a new journey — my first music festival. Three days and two nights of nonstop music are awaiting as I prepare my daily playlist in preparation. This is an entirely new environment for me and, quite frankly, I don’t know what to expect. Maybe that’s what makes this soon-to-be experience so exciting. 

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Flowers in Her Hair but She Don’t Care

It’s been a while since my dear childhood friend and I have met up, let alone conduct a much needed photoshoot! We pranced around various parks in search for the perfect lighting and just the right amount of color. What resulted was a series of CoverGirl worthy shots, all of which were taken by visionary and future trendsetter, Nia Marie.

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My blog and semi-online portfolio, In The Works,  was first created as an assignment for my journalism class. However, in the course of one year it grew into something much bigger—something much more meaningful than just a grade in the gradebook. It has become a platform where I share my experiences alongside my latest articles, creative writing and photography.

I never would have thought that my blog would reach a 100 followers. I remember looking at my stats when I first started and, well, let’s just say I wasn’t expecting to have such an awesome readership as I do now. (Shout-out to the followers I always look forward to seeing a like or a comment from: SunitegranonineMonikaNew England Nomadmapes24, nuriasiemon, and mvasquez)

As I continue to blog and post insights into my life I hope to continue to interact with the wordpress blogging community and beyond. Meanwhile, my blog will continue to grow as I do and it will continue to change as I change. It is and always will be under construction—it will always be in the works.



How I Handle My Social Media

I’ve been thinking a lot about deleting most of my social media accounts, but I realized that each play a unique role in building my online presence. And in today’s world, your online persona is everything. Colleges and workplaces turn to google to find out who their applicants are and what they stand for—which is why I put a lot of effort in building a “brand” for myself. Yes, you read it. There’s more to me than my About page.  I use every social media account to give a different perspective as to who the online Edysmar is and what she stands for (which is the version of myself that I aspire to be). This is how I do it:


I use Twitter to promote any articles I’ve gotten published, to share my blog posts, and to get news on my feed on the go. I also take part in twitter chats moderated by the Harbinger newspaper, a student-run high school publication that I continuously write for. It is during these twitter chats that I express my opinions on pressing local, national, and world issues. I may also occasionally post something silly or random to sprinkle in some of my personality.


Instagram is the account I use for photography. So in a sense, it’s a portfolio where I keep my most prized photographs. Usually I post one picture and I’ll have a gallery or story that goes along with it on my blog on WordPress.  I’m currently debating on using my Instagram account as a personal one where I keep followers updated on my day-to-day activites, but I have yet to decide.


I don’t post anything on Tumblr. Instead, I Reblog and Heart things that either make me laugh, make me think, or make me dreamy. It is where I indulge in guilty pleasures: fandoms, creepypastas, short stories, gifs, short poems, and more. But most of all, I use Tumblr to inspire me. I may come across something that blows me away, makes me want to get up and replicate it while adding a piece of myself into it. Tumblr is what I turn to when I’m going through a creative block.


Facebook was the very first social media account that I had—or maybe it was Myspace (I don’t remember). At first it was hip and cool and I used it to play games, post silly pictures, and chat with my friends. I was really young when I made it. Perhaps, too young.  I used it a lot until my family began using it. Suddenly it wasn’t so hip and cool anymore. I currently use Facebook to keep my family in Colombia, Aruba, and Venezuela updated on my whereabouts, usually in the form of blog posts or pictures. Other than that, I don’t have much use for it anymore.


Ah, WordPress. WordPress is the mother-load of all my social media accounts. It serves as a mega online portfolio for my writing—both journalistic and creative—and for my photography. I also use it to provide a more in-depth look into my life. I either share about my travels, my dreams, and my aspirations. It also offers a social media menu, where my followers can explore all of the social media accounts I mentioned above. It basically ties my whole online presence into one, cohesive platform.