This has been a recurring question I have had to answer of recent. My writings have mostly been to let out steam. I also wanna be God sometimes, so I ‘create’ people.
In the midst of all the happenings that make man ask a lot of questions, I have managed to stay sane by writing. Sadly however, there has been a whole lot to catch up with, and that has affected my writing.
Stories aplenty dance to different beats in my head. Daily occurrences that used to the trigger have recently been like just ‘one of those things’. Still I try to write: even if it is for me and my eyes, for me and my mind; for me and the audience of one for whom I have learnt to sing.
I try to write and be read to gauge the feedback of those who take time to read my reflections. Refusing to put it out is the risk as I was told by someone close. “What happens to everything you have written and have refused to post if the end comes?”.
That struck something in me…
I stick to my guns though. I want something to be put out after I have exited all the worries, pain, fame and glory of this rat race. I want someone to open my PC (or whatever/wherever my writings are) and see what I put down while I tried my best to live in this clime like a colossus.
Long and short…I still write, and I have my first book published.
Yes, I still write, and I just finished writing something for you to read.
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