May 12 2008
The Reader
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Worry will take over sometimes. We read blogs in the dark, not knowing the whole story, only seeing what the writer wants us to see. We get concerned. A reader might say this to her favorite author:
Are you doing fine? Could you tell me why you write stories about dark places?
It is a challenge, he said. I really don’t know why I write what I write. I may write something that is sad, or sexy, or even disgusting. I guess the truth of the matter is I do it because it makes me happy.
She had called him to task. Was he sad she asked. Does he need help or company or even therapy? Should she come to his house and make chicken soup. Was he getting enough sleep or enough of anything really?
No, he answered. I like where I am, what I eat, how I feel. I smile when I write. And, he added, you must admit, the fact that you read my writing is the very reason I write what and how I write. I smile because I know you will click on my blog.
Oh, well then! Never mind…I was just wondering!
15 May 2008, ore 6:12
Some time I wonder how writers come about the things they write about. Some of the ideas are brillant, sad, morose, sick and even disgusting, but all coming from the mind of the same person. Just like some stories….
mysterious.
15 May 2008, ore 18:40
Writing is not a conscious excercise for me. When I meditate on a particular subject, which come across the mind, i may feel writing it down and words abundantaly and spontanously come though in the flow of thoughts. It turns out to become a poem, without much effort. But i don’t know what was the provocation for writing it, or was there a forethought or prescience for that, I can’t say..From person to persons this may vary.Why fret about it? There is no compulsion on anyone to read it.. It goes out as a stray bird, once it is out of our mind. kunjubi
18 May 2008, ore 6:43
I can sure relate to this. I write many stories, some sad, others tragic, some happy, some about addictions, some spiritual, and so on and so on. Some I can identify with, others I just write because it makes me feel free to be able to write, just write. I love it.