BLANK I wish that was all I could have posted today (blank) describing my state of mind in one word. The danger with writing is when an idea floats and you ignore it thinking that when you will eventually sit down to churn out a few words (abracadabra) a post will just take off somehow. I have tried to change the time I scribble scripts to late night (when demons roam the earth), twiddle with the keyboard hoping a miracle will come through but nothing is forthcoming. Tried to recollect trendy headlines and events to critic but it sounded like I had a bone to pick with something and so I spared you the windy opinions lest you start harbouring a seething contempt of this cynic operating behind a pseudonym. A literary guru once said that the thing with blogging is that you are never too sure who reads them. The people who read them seem so obscure, so demographically amorphous that sometimes you feel like you are writing for that voice in your head or what some people might call, “the imaginary friend” and anonymous peeps. So in a broader and more warped scope, writing is like talking to yourself. Something some people don’t see as odd. I included. But writing isn’t an entirely solitary experience and this becomes evident when a peep comments on your post or DM your inbox. But today my think tank is void, my creativity has vamoosed and I’m struggling with reason. I hope it’s not a burn out. The vanity of writers is they do assume peeps are so idle that they would want to do nothing than to read their thoughts. That writer’s life is so engaging and sparkly that everybody would stop living theirs, albeit temporary, and read about them. You assume that maybe, by some wild stroke of luck; peeps will stumble upon some ‘brilliant pearl of wisdom’ in your discourse that isn’t in the Bible already. That their ‘aha’ moment will be borne in your rumbling that masquerades as fine literature. Although a times we fumble with prose, typo and struggle with composition but it’s much less worse than not doing something; we are simply trying. And that’s why perhaps blogging is so much fun! Writers claim that most times they don’t even have a structure in their heads before they start writing, that all they need is an idea, the excitement and an obligation and they bolt out of the gates; that magic didn’t work for me today. But I subscribe to the notion that if one wants to be a writer, they should write. Write again; write some more, and even when no one has time to read your stuff, write it anyway. (And even when you are not psyched up to write, you are not a write-off).Hey! I’m always humbled that you pass through here and make time to read through to the end of this banter. Often I will fail as I’m human with flaws, but the few times I nail it, I promise it will see you through the days I don’t. Thanks for the likes on this page, not that it will transform your life, but because it might mine.
Posted on: Mon, 16 Sep 2013 11:01:59 +0000
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