Sunday, October 28, 2012
Saturday, October 27, 2012
WHAT I AM READING NOW
My source of rescue in this creative commotion. Let's take it "Bird by bird, buddy." |
"You begin to string words together like beads to tell a story. You are desperate to communicate, to edify or entertain, to preserve moments of grace or joy or transcendence, to make real or imagined events come alive. But you cannot will this to happen. It is a matter of persistence and faith and hard work. So you might as well just go ahead and get started.” (Anne Lamott)
Friday, October 26, 2012
I HAVE TO BE HONEST WITH YOU
I have told you this, countless times.
This is not my first attempt. I have been meaning to "write" something here-- something that will give an utter explanation of how it feels to be a struggling penpusher.
My dashboard is now filled with drafts I have decided not to revert to.
For example today, I have no words in mind which makes this tussle a hassle in the muscle. I think (yes, I do) I am not in my best disposition to splatter all my musings in one sitting.
Time and again, I am in the middle of the decision of letting it all out. But for now, even the ink won't cooperate with me, I can feel how it has dried up, how it needs to be refilled immediately.
How.. when I could not even pen my thoughts seamlessly.
Give me back my reason for writing. Be my reason. Will you?
This is not my first attempt. I have been meaning to "write" something here-- something that will give an utter explanation of how it feels to be a struggling penpusher.
My dashboard is now filled with drafts I have decided not to revert to.
For example today, I have no words in mind which makes this tussle a hassle in the muscle. I think (yes, I do) I am not in my best disposition to splatter all my musings in one sitting.
Time and again, I am in the middle of the decision of letting it all out. But for now, even the ink won't cooperate with me, I can feel how it has dried up, how it needs to be refilled immediately.
How.. when I could not even pen my thoughts seamlessly.
Give me back my reason for writing. Be my reason. Will you?
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