Julia T. Williams | Who Is Jewells?
Julia T. Williams is a storyteller on a mission to help better lives through storytelling. She writes about all the things that go wrong and how people fight to make them right. Telling stories that matter while helping others cultivate theirs.
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Who Is Jewells?

Who is Jewells? you ask.

I am a daughter, a sister, a friend, and since my cat likes to think she’s human, you can say that I am a mother too.

I am not one of those writers who fell in love with writing before I could hold a pen; because I didn’t. I am not one of those writers whose teachers encouraged to enter into writing contests; because that never happened. I am not one of those writers who adored English; because I hated it. I am simply a woman who was stuck in a boring job and had nothing else to do but peruse profiles on Black Planet (these days it’s MySpace) and kick butts in Yahoo! Spades. That got old real quick. Before I knew what was happening, a sentence came to mind: Monica Brown, that’s my name ask me again and I’ll tell you the same. After that sentence came a paragraph. After that paragraph came a page. Next thing I knew – a year later – I was staring at a complete manuscript. And seven years after that, I am now staring at the evolved version of that manuscript. Lord willing, you will soon be staring at my work of art yourself.

I am a late bloomer, finding my passion late in life. I found my purpose for living at the age of 22. I know, I know, that’s young, right? Wrong. For me it was the total opposite. I felt that at that age – while the rest of my peers were walking down the planks to receive their college degrees – I should have had some inkling as to what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. I didn’t. See, you always hear about people who knew what they wanted to be when they grew up even before entering elementary school. I was actually one of those people myself, truth be told. I wanted to be a doctor, a lawyer, a teacher. I wanted to be an Olympian gymnast flipping my way to a gold medal, an Opera singer who tore down the stages of Broadway, and even an Oscar-toting actress. You name it, I wanted to be it. You may call it a bi-polar trait, but I call it just being human. Then I grew up.J I realized the second my fingers touched that keyboard, the moment I heard the keys clicking in an effervescent harmony, that I had finally found my true calling. I had finally found my “Ah-Ha” (thanks Oprah) for life.

I have been many places, lived on different continents, seen many things. I have tasted the finest foods, touched some of the prettiest flowers, met some of the most genuine people. I have shed some of the happiest tears, laughed at the funniest things, experienced the best times. I have done a lot in my time, but nothing compares to the joy I feel when I create memorable characters. Nothing compares to taking my imagination to places the imagination dares to go. Nothing compares to doing what I love doing most: Writing.

Who is Jewells? you ask. I am a WRITER and I would not have it any other way!

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