As a writer I quite like myself. Well with this I don't mean that I'm a good writer, I want to say that I like to write. And when I think over it, I see that being a writer is quite not easy. While doing public-writing, you don't really know at times, who your readers are. So now your readers can't listen you. They can't observe your face-expressions & your body-language. And they can't guess it through your voice modulations either. All you have got is a mere pen to transform your bag of emotions into words. Many a times, you try to say a thing in a very humble manner, but the readers may not catch it in the way you threw it. This makes writing quite a weird thing.
Another weird thing is that, no matter how many miles my pen may go covering on the paper-sheet, the emotions somehow stay untold. You keep saying the same thing using different sets of words again and again simply because of the thing that huge volumes of those emotions keep filling your heart despite being puked out on paper.
The episode on weirdness doesn't end up here, one more weird thing that I find more often than not is that I speak slow but my thoughts are so loud. My spoken words are considered quite sweet among my fraternity, but the impressions of my writing are seen as rather harsh. I wonder upon this ambiguity. I realize soon that I speak to please you. But I write to please me only. And this keeps maintaining this difference in internal and external personality. But with this, an idea of my personality in the minds of my readers may get quite misleading, if they haven't ever met me in person.
Don't such things make writing a weird thing! Well definitely yes, but see that is the fun in it. Observing the otherwise ignored or unobserved things is such a fun. Finding new angles in the plots designed by you only is such a fun. This weirdness with all this fun keeps giving all new and unimagined dimensions to writing, and hence keeps watering the creative seedlings in the heartlands of the writers. When I think over it, I get all the reasons to say it that I like writing, and I love to repeat that as a writer I quite like myself.
Another weird thing is that, no matter how many miles my pen may go covering on the paper-sheet, the emotions somehow stay untold. You keep saying the same thing using different sets of words again and again simply because of the thing that huge volumes of those emotions keep filling your heart despite being puked out on paper.
The episode on weirdness doesn't end up here, one more weird thing that I find more often than not is that I speak slow but my thoughts are so loud. My spoken words are considered quite sweet among my fraternity, but the impressions of my writing are seen as rather harsh. I wonder upon this ambiguity. I realize soon that I speak to please you. But I write to please me only. And this keeps maintaining this difference in internal and external personality. But with this, an idea of my personality in the minds of my readers may get quite misleading, if they haven't ever met me in person.
Don't such things make writing a weird thing! Well definitely yes, but see that is the fun in it. Observing the otherwise ignored or unobserved things is such a fun. Finding new angles in the plots designed by you only is such a fun. This weirdness with all this fun keeps giving all new and unimagined dimensions to writing, and hence keeps watering the creative seedlings in the heartlands of the writers. When I think over it, I get all the reasons to say it that I like writing, and I love to repeat that as a writer I quite like myself.
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