in all my years of writing… and I know it has been a long while now… there is a certain sense of belonging to every piece. Each writer develops a certain style of writing… well for a writer like me… the thoughts that suddenly pop up in my precious head are often the thoughts that so get translated into the pieces I publish on my blog.
Different segments of 5 minutes shall read differently… and if you were me… you will also notice the millions of thoughts… that could not be mentioned in words… but find them in the …… spaces between… defining a time… when too many words wanted to make their presence felt…
In conversation with a friend the other day… I was told that my work had to head no body and no tail… When did I claim to have these essentials either… for my work is not meant for the masses… it is purely meant… to share my life… as best as I can… to either mentor or torment a reader
To which I asked… will I be good enough… when it comes to writing for the masses… NAHHHHHH I do not want to write for the masses… for the masses have real problems and real situations… and real lives and they will need to make their own deductions of every word that I have written… when I write… well all I know is that I must… and beyond that … well it is the journey between the tips of my fingers and the keyboard.
As a young writer my thoughts were more family and friends and immediate influences and influencers… as I have grown older… the style has evolved to more personal experiences and thoughts… just as I write… I am thinking… trying to visualize… I know who I am talking about… and I know what I see most clearly… yet there is a distant… space to which all of this is being transmitted… and some thoughts are received through this same transmission… often finding its breathing space in a new paragraph.
Different segments of 5 minutes shall read differently… and if you were me… you will also notice the millions of thoughts… that could not be mentioned in words… but find them in the …… spaces between… defining a time… when too many words wanted to make their presence felt…
In conversation with a friend the other day… I was told that my work had to head no body and no tail… When did I claim to have these essentials either… for my work is not meant for the masses… it is purely meant… to share my life… as best as I can… to either mentor or torment a reader
To which I asked… will I be good enough… when it comes to writing for the masses… NAHHHHHH I do not want to write for the masses… for the masses have real problems and real situations… and real lives and they will need to make their own deductions of every word that I have written… when I write… well all I know is that I must… and beyond that … well it is the journey between the tips of my fingers and the keyboard.
As a young writer my thoughts were more family and friends and immediate influences and influencers… as I have grown older… the style has evolved to more personal experiences and thoughts… just as I write… I am thinking… trying to visualize… I know who I am talking about… and I know what I see most clearly… yet there is a distant… space to which all of this is being transmitted… and some thoughts are received through this same transmission… often finding its breathing space in a new paragraph.
Often my thoughts… are rather… silent… and allow a single person or situation to influence the sequence… and yet other times… these very situations and people are the main reason… I wonder why I wrote at all. It is a strange phenomena… this whole writing process… unless you completely feel something… you cannot write… and after the experience has found expressions in the words that you have written… well it moves you to wonder exactly how brilliant that moment was J
Even as my thoughts continue this journey… I know that there shall always be a moment when I stop in my tracks to think… to think of a completely new thought to write… and as I write… I will continue to love every moment of inspiration and love.
Even if you are reading this and wondering… where the HEAD, BODY and TAIL of this piece is… well … remain peaceful… I am not an architect or a professional writer… I am but a wordsmith… I play with the words that walk into my brain… and walk out in my work.
I am but a drop in the ocean… and I totally love being just that… for without millions like me… well the ocean would not be an ocean ;)
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