There was a time my words would flow— no, pour on the docs whenever my fingers are on the keyboard. My fingers would crawl like a millipede's legs and in a matter of moments, a piece is born— delivered on time regardless of volume and complexity.
Ah! Those golden days, I miss them so much.
The memory is still fresh, I can hear the keyboards make that rattling sound. It's only a few months back and I can still trace the pieces.
Whenever I get a chance, I revisit them, comb through the lines and wonder— why blockchain has no disappear button!
Literally, some are just garbage— well, I am no perfectionist, what to expect? Still, why lose hope?
They say not every writer is an editor and there is a thin line between writing and editing. What's more— a piece so dear to the writer may get rejected without compromise by the editor. A good editor, on a side note.
So, when I have nothing to do, I invest my time in judging my content from an editor's perspective, which has convinced me to let go— letting my hastiness go and replacing it with a drive to strive for more. Striving for excellence to a degree I am capable of.
But it was only a few months back I was chased by the passion to attend every day with a new post— every flicking day! That was a blessing. Blessing as in it helped me to be addicted to writing, even when the situation disfavours.
Writing is therapeutic, said by a gangsta— little did I understand about it until now. The message is clear. Focus on your writing, divert your attention towards it and see the pain go away. See the suffering lessen almost instantly without any medication— the words are enough to revitalise your nerve and send the pulse through neurons. Chase your worries away, right here, right now. That’s how therapy works, at any given time.
Good thing or not, this particular therapy has got me by the collar, allocating a significant share of my available time in front of the e-paper and brainstorming ideas.
Sometimes, it takes too long to finish what I could do in an hour or two only a couple of months back. It now takes more than just a docs to complete the cycle, a bite in some crispy items or a packet of cookies or sneaking into the refrigerator in search of food and grabbing whatever I can— they have become the prerequisite of finishing a piece nowadays.
I’d like to term them as ‘investment’ but the ROI seems to be poor as there are not enough words in my storage and so, ending up being average or even downgraded. All those foods and giving birth to average writings— I need something to make those foods worthwhile, only then the ROI will be balanced.
Anyway, I have always dreamt about painting with words— letting the reader see through them. But no progress at all. Guess I have to read, read a lot. Yes, that’s how the skills are upgraded and razor-sharpened to cut through the crowd and stand out.
There are a few whom I envy with all of my heart, but I do adore them at the same time for that I can’t stand ignoring their pieces, they are so tasty not to try. Can I ever be worthy enough to dwell in their shadows? I'd love to. So, suggest me, fam— help me out.
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