This is a working title for an upcoming book project.
Word Grit is a raw, unfiltered street philosophy that doesn’t ask for permission to speak the truth. It’s not about comfort; it’s about clarity, grit, and the relentless pursuit of authenticity. Each piece is a punch to the gut, a mirror to the soul, and a challenge to the status quo. From confronting the ghosts of the past to redefining concepts, these beat writings demand you face reality head-on, no excuses.
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This is where you’ll find the notes from the trenches.
Reflections on the process, the grind, the ghosts, and the noise. This is the making of a thing that’s trying to mean something. Entries…too small to be a chapter, too alive to keep in a pocket. Progress logs. Not pretty. Not curated. Just the truth about where the manuscript stands, how the days feel, and what’s shifting under the surface as the work grows sharper, meaner, more honest. This isn’t the book; they’re echoes from the room where the book is being written. If you want to follow along, go >>> here.
In the meantime, enjoy these excerpts:
Integrity
“Integrity isn’t a carefully crafted image. It’s not something you flash like an ID when youre buying alcohol and cigarettes. Integrity is the thing you do when no one’s around. The thing that doesn’t get applause. The thing that costs you more than it gives, but it’s the right thing.
It’s the spine that holds you up when the world tries to fold you in half. The quiet “no thanks” when a “yes” would be easier. It’s walking away from the easy money, the easy lie, the easy way out. It’s standing there, empty-handed, while the ones who bent the rules walk past you with full pockets. Therefore, you have to be happy with the empty hands after you’ve made that decision to stay within integrity- be comfortable with it, like an old friend.
Integrity is a slow burn. It doesn’t shout. It doesn’t beg for attention. It’s steady, unshaken, like bedrock beneath the shifting tides. It’s the thing inside that won’t let you take the shortcut. But it’s okay, cause integrity doesn’t pretend.
It will cost you. Opportunities will pass. People will turn away. You’ll feel the weight of it. But you hold the line. And you go, ahhh, thats good old integrity coming my way again. Because integrity is the long game. It’s what lasts. The money fades. The titles disappear. The crowds move on. And all that’s left is your name, your word – what you stood for.
Integrity is a lonely feeling, though, so make friends with it, and do the right thing. The right things will come back to you.”
Intuition
Intuition is the low signal that survives when excuses fall apart, a quiet internal tug that doesn’t explain itself and doesn’t wait for permission. It isn’t magic or certainty, just the accumulated memory of harm and survival speaking faster than logic can argue back.
The Lobby
She pushed through the revolving doors of the hotel and felt it immediately. The air was too cool, scented with polished wood and old perfume. The lobby was busy without being loud, travelers dragging suitcases, a couple arguing in hushed tones, a man at the desk tapping his fingers like he was already late. She stopped just inside the entrance, hand still on the strap of her bag.
She was there for a reason. A meeting, a quick way to make a buck, and she’d be out of there.
The kind of thing she used to say yes to without thinking. But standing there, watching the elevator doors slide open and shut, something inside her tightened. Not fear exactly. Familiarity. The kind that had fooled her before.
She took a few steps forward. The carpet softened her stride, muffled it, made retreat feel harder. She noticed details she usually ignored: the bar tucked to the side already half-full, the way the front desk clerk avoided eye contact, the man in the corner chair pretending not to watch her. None of it was wrong. None of it was right.
Her phone buzzed. A message she didn’t open. She didn’t need to. She had learned that sometimes the body knows what the mind is still negotiating.
She remembered other lobbies, other waiting rooms, places where she had convinced herself she was doing the right thing, the sneaky thing, a Vegas thing. She had been wrong then. Not because she was weak, but because she lied to herself.
She turned toward the restroom, paused, then kept walking past it. The exit sign glowed green above the doors, steady and unremarkable. She stepped back into the daylight, heart racing, relief chasing close behind. Whatever waited upstairs would have to wait forever.
“I’m not doing this again,” she thought. She walked away without looking back, knowing this time the choice wasn’t about courage or avoidance. It was about staying intact.
Intuition is the quiet decision to leave before damage has a chance to explain itself.
Determination
“Determination doesn’t care how you feel; it only cares that you move.
Determination is an engine that keeps running long after the crowd goes home. It’s not hype or motivation—it’s the stubborn heartbeat underneath exhaustion.
It’s that low growl inside you that says, “I’m not finished,” when everyone else calls it a day.
Determination is what separates the dreamers from the doers, the talkers – from the ones who show up still swinging. You don’t find determination in comfort. You find it in the moments when quitting would make perfect sense.
It’s the decision you remake every morning, the discipline to keep showing up when the spark is gone.
Determination doesn’t chase inspiration; it manufactures it. Determination is how you dig when there’s nothing left to dig with. It’s the long game…the uppercut when your mind tells you that you’re too tired to move. It’s the late night, the lonely road. It’s not glamorous—it’s gritty. It’s the sweat that never trends, the fight no one films, the small, quiet refusal to fold.
Determination is how you bend reality toward your will, one stubborn inch at a time. It’s not about luck, talent, or timing—it’s about staying in the ring until the bell.”