she spoke but then...
silence reigns
unscathed
unbidden
unchallenged
stoned memories
disappearing in liquid flames
I have trouble writing.
It's ok when I have a question paper in front of me and know exactly what words are expected to fill the pages. It's ok when I have been assigned a topic to write on. On occasions like these I have a hard time staying within the assigned word limit.
How do I write about myself or my self.....
It's tough.
It's taxing.
It's gruelling.
It's almost masochistic.
I will be judged. The words that I have strung together will be evaluated. I perspire. Will I pass the test. Will people like what I have written. More importantly, will I be proud of what I have written a few months from now...
Writing for me is masochistic....
and this blog is a proof of my exhibitionist tendencies....
I've been told that I'm expected to write only good literary stuff....ahem! that's a tall order. For all those who are uninitiated into the world of literary horrors, literature is no lay person's cup of tea.
You have to develop the perseverence to sit through hours of staring at a black wall... for that is what the black print of your monster text begins to seem after a few hours. You need training, mind you, this is tougher than treading the treadmill or those excruciating crunches....for without training you would have lost the weight of your senses in less than two hours. Literary theory (for that is what intellectually stimulating literary stuff is made of), also requires you to acquire decoding skills, for here, as some understand, the sheer complexity of the structural pattern and its correct syntactical representation with right amount of verbosity thrown in, makes good literary work.
*humph*
Yes.It's certainly not my cup of tea.
For those who vote against all that stands for high literary acumen, cast your votes.
One vote casted!Win by majority.Only high gibberical talent of the highly lay order allowed....