It’s been a while since I got to write anything. Life, not
just life, it’s my fucking professional life that got me and bam… there went everything
that I loved outta window. I thought of writing something for the blog, but
failed to find a good topic. Nothing seemed good enough to write about. It was
an excuse and I knew it. I just didn’t want to write anything. Twice I even
started writing a post. It’s a review of a book I am reading currently. But the
words and sentences sounded like someone else had written them. So, I forced
myself to hit the delete button.
That got me thinking. I always say that writers write. What
the fuck did I do in these past two weeks? Nothing, just sat around wrote some
worthless contents that would never draw any reader and cursed and cursed. That’s
it. Yeah, I did some reading. But reading to me is like taking the next breath.
You take my books away and you have killed me. So, reading for pleasure does
not count. At least I don’t think so.
I simply did nothing. And I call myself a writer. With pride
mind you.
Inside I knew that I should write. I even looked longingly
at the notebook where I am writing my next novel, but the Pilot V5 seemed too
heavy between my fingers. And I set it away.
This is a familiar phase to me. This happens. Too frequently
to be natural. These are phases that tempt me to run away or find solace inside
the pages of a fairy tale. But, life is not a fairy tale, is it guys? Life is a
novel. It is hard and harsh. Harsher than my tongue sometimes lol.
So, in the end I broke the fast last night and jotted down
some words in the notebook. And man, did it feel good to be back? You bet it
did. I broke almost all the grammar rules and regulations that have ever been
created. Thank God they don’t prosecute for grammar law violation. I would have
been a goner by now, if they did.
I have written another post about getting into a writing
habit. But this one is for the law breakers.
Do break some law
(literary)
Be daring and break the law. Some of your friends will frown
at this. Yet, breaking rules feels good. It is like breaking free of the captivation.
It is like letting fresh air inside your room and breathing a lungful. Make yourself
forget all the shits you have learnt all your life and write. If writing
without punctuation helps you by all means do it. Look, I am not encouraging
anyone to be a bad writer and this rule breaking may not get you published.
But, this will surely set free your creativity. You may even find that kickass
voice of yours this way.
Curse
Yeah, allow yourself to curse. Cursing gets the frustration
out and you will feel fucking good after a good session. Because I am a natural,
I never needed any encouragement. Those words come to me.
Read Something Unconventional
Classics are good for improving your vocab. But then again
Archie comics is also good for entertainment. Why restrict your reading? Comics
will teach you how to frame dialogues. Read them. Don’t be ashamed to admit
that yes, you do read Archie.
Mix Genres
Recently I got an advice from a very dear friend of mine – thrillers thrill and mysteries should be all about suspense and not philosophical. While I respect him and accept most of
everything he says, here I had to defy him. Where the fuck it is written that
mystery cannot have a philosophical touch? Who the hell says that a sleuth
cannot have feelings? I personally think (I am not always right, but neither
are the critics) every character should have feelings and their emotions should
be portrayed on paper. Then again, you may think otherwise. Try mixing genres. This
will be fun, I am telling you. Write a philosophical mystery or psychological
romance. See how far you can continue.
Forgive me for being what I am and expressing my truest
feeling. I am not saying the above mentioned tips will make you write like John Grisham. But they may help or they
may not. There is no harm in trying though.
ahh... a pleasure to read!!! :)
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