For the Quiet Creators: The Books I Wrote But Never Shared (Chapter 2: Authorβs Heart)
The Beginning
Thereβs something sacred about the gifts we donβt show.
Not because theyβre small, but because they mean so much.
So much that weβd rather protect than perform. So much that even silence feels like devotion.
After I named my childhood publishing house FLEMA BOOKS, I wrote three little stories.
I wish I could remember them all, but one stayed with me like a familiar song:
π€ Nkechi the Chorister
She was the girl no one expected.
Quiet, shy, hidden behind the loudness of others. But she carried a gift, her voice, wrapped in silence.
The choir needed someone that day, a replacement. No time to find perfection, just anyone willing.
So Nkechi stepped forward.
Her voice trembled at first. But when she opened her mouth, something shifted. Her song pierced through the air, not because it was polished but because it was real.
And suddenly, the girl no one noticed became the one everyone remembered.
Not because she tried to impress them⦠but because her gift was ready to be seen.
The Hiding
Maybe that was the first story I ever wrote about myself without knowing it.
Because for most of my life, Iβve been like Nkechi.
Gifted. Soft-spoken. Creating in corners.
Not because I didnβt believe in my power but because I didnβt need to be loud to know I had it.
Iβve always created in private. Iβve been a brand designer, building visual identities, sketching logos, refining ideas into clarity for over 4 to 5 years.
But for a long time, no one knew. It wasnβt on my page. It wasnβt anywhere. It was justβ¦ for the ones who asked. For my business, my close friends, my family and that was enough.
It wasnβt hiding. It was quiet genius.
Same with photography and video editing. I could spend hours capturing details others miss, stitching together moments into emotion.
No one taught me how but I knew. Itβs like that soft voice inside that says,
βYou donβt need a spotlight to be legitimate.β
Still, over time, I realized something deeper:
Even if I didnβt need the world to validate my gifts, that didnβt mean I had to keep shrinking them. Private power can still move publicly.
And like Nkechi, there comes a moment when you donβt need to be the bestβ¦ you just need to be ready.
This is what it looks like when a girl steps forward, not because she has to, but because sheβs ready.
This version of me didnβt arrive overnight. It took years of silence, healing, unlearning, and choosing myself again and again.
This photo? Itβs not just glam. Itβs growth, grief, and grace wrapped in elegance.
The Art of Being Soft, Yet Certain
This chapter isnβt just about old stories. Itβs about the rhythm of becoming.
Sometimes you donβt come out swinging. Sometimes you unfold like petals. Quiet but unstoppable, and thatβs still strength.
I used to think gifts had to be loud to be real.
Now I knowβ¦
π± Softness is not the absence of power. Itβs the elegance of it.
And for years, I was quietly excellent. Doing the work, honing the craft, growing roots.
Even now, Iβm still peeling back layers. Still stepping into new parts of myself I once kept tucked away.
Thatβs what creativity is. Sometimes not a reveal, but a gentle return.
Some layers donβt whisper, they shine. Some parts of me now speak in full color.
Key Reminders from this Chapter
ποΈ You can be excellent and unknown. You can be genius and still growing.
ποΈ Your gifts donβt lose value because they werenβt shared immediately.
ποΈ Some of your best work will begin in silence. That doesnβt mean itβs hidden, it means itβs holy.
ποΈ Soft power is real power and being seen is not the same as being ready.
ποΈ You are allowed to unfold at your own pace. Visibility doesnβt always equal validity.
For You, the Quiet Creatorβ¦
Maybe you too have stories you never told.
Gifts you carried in your notebooks, your drafts, your Google Drive folders, your unposted designs.
Maybe youβre like Nkechi, gifted but quiet.
Maybe youβve stepped forward once or twice, but still feel like youβre whispering.
This is your reminder:
β¨ The world doesnβt need you to be loud.
β¨ It just needs you to be true.
And when you share in your own voice, at your own pace, the right people will hear it.
Because they were waiting for it.
π Letβs Reflectβ¦
β― Do you have a βNkechi storyβ?
β― A hidden gift that lived quietly in you for years and still might?
β― What are you finally ready to share, in your own soft, powerful way?
Drop it in the comments, Iβd love to readβ¦.
This is Chapter Two of AUTHORβs HEART, not just about the books I wroteβ¦ but the versions of me that wrote them in silence.
And the creative gifts that are no longer hiding, just arriving gently, one layer at a time.
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With love always,
Becky