Tired Eyes. Brain hitting a road block. Thinking process comes to a
standstill. “Write” seems like an abuse. Signs of a writer’s block? Yes, it is!
As I sit typing this, I can literally feel my eyes popping out and hitting
the keyboard. Being a writer though an exciting job, can be a bit taxing too.
The amount of words that the poor brain has to create! Every single day! With
mugs and mugs of coffee to keep awake, and the walks to ignite thoughts does
help. Going back to the desk, stretching fingers, and attacking the keyboard
with renewed vigor (of course being plugged in at the moment), you finally
manage to belt out some good content, the satisfaction showing in your smile.
Oh that and the OCD streak of getting your message in place, sans mistakes.
Checking, rechecking, for God knows how many times. Firing off the content and
yet thinking if there’s something that might have been left out. Going back to
the published draft and checking for the umpteenth time, if there’s a mistake.
And guess what! You actually find one, sticking out like a sore thumb, leaving
you thinking how on earth could you have missed this one out. Whoever said a
writer’s job was that of a glorified steno should give a hand at writing,
serious-to-God writing, and not just some copy-paste. Easy to be judgmental but
not easy being a writer!
And then there’s the other side of life, where you spend time poring
over pages of some many novels. Living life literally out of the pages is fun.
Reading some other’s writer’s work, imagining stepping into his shoes of what
he might have thought before penning this down is a joy in itself.
Self-contained! Experienced only when experiencing! Two different worlds,
gelled into one!
People always say that the grass is greener on the other side. But No
Sir! I love my lawn the way it is! I have found my calling, and I intend to
stick to it, no matter how many episodes of OCD I suffer or whoever says
anything. I’m glad that I’m over the phase, thanks to music and the support of
some dear buddies (who I know are reading this piece). Well hopefully now I can
start a slow stream of musings, as and when I feel like. (Psst, I went through
this draft five times before I posted it).
Life of a writer, a roller coaster ride!
