Back To The Drawing Board...

For the past few weeks, I was having difficulty writing. Everything that flowed from pen to paper seems exagerrated or understated. Words froze half way, the moment I re-read what I have already written. All I could think of was 'Aww Crap.' Not a pretty state to be scorning one's own writing. With a folder full of incomplete text files, I chewed my nails and stopped writing. Let it come to me, I decided. But it didn't. Acknowledging a problem is a first step towards solving it. Ok, so I cannot write. Now what? Where do I go from here? I am tired of waiting. Maybe I should start walking towards it instead? Let it meet me half way. Anything to lessen the distance.

Writing has always helped me sift through debris, clear my head. Writing something, in a way, is writing something off. Off my system. Its relief, its a load off my back. So I have decided to write my way out of this. This blog is my dump. (Its been a dump for too long anyway.) I am posting whatever is salvageable from the notepad files, the incomplete, forgotten thoughts, pauses in mid sentence under the category "Exercises" - pieces to be picked up and worked upon. The sensibilities that sparked the meagre sentences were beautiful and ambitious indeed. I just need to wipe the dust off this bottle and look at my expressions from a fresh perspective.

So here goes nothing.