“Why do you write ?” – this is one of the questions I am asked, most frequently. Now, how do I answer this? I’m not good enough to do that. So, I’ll just quote Charles Bukowski here. When he was asked what piece of advice he would give to writers, he said, “Drink, fuck and smoke plenty of cigarettes.”
Now, take this advice metaphorically. No need to indulge in all these activities. Just try to find the hidden meaning. Can you do that? Darling, trust me – I am not good enough to advise anyone.
Writing is my way of erasing. It is an act of sharing a part of your soul with the world. Okay, let’s get to the context.
“A little talent is a good thing to have if you want to be writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every scar.” – Stephen King
The foremost thing I consider in order to acquire material for writing is observation. I observe everything around – the ground beneath my feet, the serenity from the moon, and how sunsets give off a feeling of a beautiful ending.
Consider everything alive as fantasy filled with unrealistic expectations. I always wanted to share my thinking without making someone bored and ended up writing and confiding to a journal. Eventually, I became a ‘pen-woman’ – no mask, just soul.
Trust me – the most interesting journey begins with keeping a journal. It is therapeutic and rewarding. Start confiding in, and filling your diary with your deepest thoughts, feelings, aspirations, dreams, nightmares, fears, hopes – and sometimes, with silly confessions and more.
And yes, before you do that, create a diary that is inspiring and fun to write. Decorate it or buy a cute one – I assure you it will strengthen your desire to write, and it will be your finest treasure.
And that’s all I can suggest. I am awful – that’s why I try to share things about myself, as I am not an open book.
“I wish I could be a writer. I mumble when I speak – so, I choose the pen to speak.”
“Ink flows in my veins. I bleed blue and black, trying to boom back in to reality.”
I promised that I would stay true to myself. So I scribble. ‘Inking’ is my best way to be myself. Practically, for me, writing is like building up abs for which you have to exercise until your goals are achieved, and then also maintain them. It’s as simple as that. It’s just that it’s also the gateway to my soul.
Tonight, I write with the help of sleep-deprivation, empty conversations, no content and an unanswered question.