Honestly, something I've never accepted out loud (save some of my closest friends).
But every time I sit down to write.
Every time.
Whenever.
Anywhere.
Anything.
A dot, a passing thought.
A midnight dirge, a sleepless song.
Or maybe just an unseen poem in a story.
I just somehow always seem to feel it'll take ages to think
Ages.
And I'm just not quite made of the material.
Truth is, no matter how free-handish my pieces may seem.
They just always somehow tend to feel like flukes to me.
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There are always the 'what ifs' and the 'what if nots' of the world.
That try to keep a writer from writing.
"What if this one doesn't turn out as good as the last?"
"What if my readers start to think that I suck?"
"What if my pieces look laboured and affected?"
"What if they look tired, retouched and perfected?"
A million and one questions course through the mind.
And make us all doubters of our own skill.
It happens to the best of us.
It does.
[Or so I've heard from my friends, my seniors, etc, who're solid writers; and yet believe they're still not quite 'there' ]
But there is really, just one technique to do this.
[ Personally, I know no other way. ]
You've just got to somehow swing all these questions to one bunker of your head.
[ Imagining no one will ever read your writings. ]
And then muster up the courage to put that pen on a paper.
And try and make different letters appear someway.
Because that is when you really let your heart do the talking.
And the words just write themselves.
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