on writing

June 5th, 2010 by iyahthought

ON WRITING – Stephen King’s another book to be treasured and valued by his fans which includes me and my sister on the list. It was published year 2000 and my sister bought it few years ago. After reading it, I’m now more inspired to write and share what the part of “on writing” has infused on me while reading it in the middle of my busy life. Busy to consider for most of the time, I could only read a book while I’m on my way to the office (One reason why I’m wearing an eyeglasses now.) or if do have time less all the chores that I need to do during weekends.

I have started writing down my thoughts when I reached my 22^ndyears here on mother earth and that was November 19, 2001. I also compose poems if I am really on a good mood of doing so. When I say I write, it’s basically about how I feel the moment those thoughts feed my mind and command my hands. I have never written a story because I’m sure it will only turn out to be a total mess. There are times scenes just popped out off my mind. Scenes which I know could be a great part of a story. Yeah.. it is a love story definitely. What else will it be? I just could not start it because I don’t know how will I, with just a scene though scene-mind invaders don’t occur only once. I just could not figure out how will I connect those dots to form the fossil that Mr. King states on his book. I’m worried that my supposed-to-be readers will get confused. I’m a fan of which comes first and which comes last but I doubt if I can produce a great story. Well King might want to slap his book right on my face for me to remember all that he shares there.

Blogs. I titled my blog as Chatterbakz. Unfortunately, it’s still under my FS account. I’m still thinking of what blog site will I use for an ease access. In time I will leave that blog if I’m gonna find a good site but all my posts there will not be left behind. Why Chatterbakz? I am a chatter and I am a proud one. Though I haven’t got a chance to visit the channel that I once considered as home. I’ve met a lot of friends there. Most of them are younger that I am. Some have tasted the sharpness of thy words while some have been treated like a real family and some are more than that. It is thru chat that I’ve met a man that I treated and cared for so well. Chatting is my passion. Though in person you wouldn’t see that in me. I am a person who would just observe and listen to every word that each and everyone would say. But at the end of the day, if what I know about you is enough then surely many things will be talked about. From the simplest one to the complicated twos. If I don’t feel like talking, then I won’t talk. I can nod the whole day.

Chatterbakz. It basically contains about what I feel that day that I am writing on it. That’s how I come up with lots of words. The more my emotions pour the more the words spill. I also think of what will the reader think of my so-called masterpiece. What will they feel about it? Will I let their imaginations be a part of what I write? Do we have the same opinion? Can I make them laugh, cry, smile or be mad the same way that I do? It is a writer’s success or fulfillment if they knew that their stories are greatly appreciated, talked about, shared to someone and if they got a thumbs-up sign or even a short comment. Be inspired a little more and the next will be another thing to read.

Writing never fails to accompany me all the time. If I only need one thing to bring along with me, I will choose it without hesitation. It could clear my vague mind. It could help me think fast. It is really a stress-reliever. It could lessen my pain and my angst. It could add up my happiness and calmness. Its silence makes my imagination go wild and wicked. It never complains of being tired. Just few red and green underlines. Hehehe Like under these phrases.

I remembered one time, I was hurt with what my sister told me. I didn’t tell them about it and I have no plans of digging it deep just to tell them about it. It’s all in the past anyway. My diary knows it. Actually she knows all that I don’t want others to know. She is my secret keeper.

Now my mind is empty. And it’s a secret. Shhhhhhhhhhhh.