So today is going to be one of those random posts where I ramble just to kick up my statistics to hit a certain target on the 31st of the month. I thought of sharing with you on why I write. Simply said, because it is very very difficult for me to stop. I’m serious. I remember a time in uni when I used to make a conscious effort to stop writing (not start writing cz I could do that subconsciously sometimes). Call me obsessed, and I was. But the downside to living in an imaginary world filled with colors that don’t exist, people that don’t exist, and sounds that don’t exist is that one day you actually wake up to realize that you’re missing out on a lot of things that’s happening in your life.
Like listening to a child laugh at the spinning of a coin on the table.
I remember once when I was really awed by one of my baby cousins, who just couldn’t stop laughing at the amusing sight of a coin spinning on the table. And every time I did it, he would laugh, and laugh, and laugh.
So much purity, so much innocence…
What happens when they grow up?
So maybe I leant more on writing about my imaginary world when I hit my teens. Maybe it was easier to understand – and control – than my real life, even though it was no secret that most – if not all – of my characters could be found in my real life.
Then I took a creative writing class and I learnt two things;
a) Universality in writing can be achieved through specificity. Until then, I used to write short stories where I didn’t always tell the whole story as it should be told, but I filled it with so many gaps “for the reader to fill” and the only thing I used to fill it in is emotion. But then hearing that advice about actually being specific, my writing took a jump and became better, because suddenly readers were tuned into my world; they could actually hear, see and smell everything that I could. Just recently, I got an email from someone who’s read a short story,
“can you believe I still imagine that roofless corridor they sat at… I’m sure you didn’t describe it that way; you wrote something much nicer loool … but the image is still in my head of what I imagined when I read it even the grass… “
Another comment that came earlier about the same short story,
[comment edited for typos] “abt ur story, I really like it. its sooo good tht it doesnt only touch ur heart bt ur memory as well and bring those nice flash backs with the classic era of 1970 wth all pale colors and interesting turns. mashalla it looks like a classic painting from the 70′s. i could draw the pic of all the events in the back of my mind and still have it till now thnx i really enjoyed reading it.”
To read the short story (5 pages) that these comments refer to, go to http://www.lulu.com/product/ebook/the-day-akela-died/15847920
b) Stop running away from what you want to really want to say. While editing one of the poems – the last draft can be found here – my professor pointed out something. While I can’t entirely quote him, but the idea was that I was trying to build fiction based on a true story, when the true story was actually better than the fiction I was trying to modify it into.
So maybe my writings have been online since 2007 as facebook notes at first, but nobody can really compare between what can be seen here and the previous 2007 ramblings which mainly revolved around three topics;
1) Complaining about AUS
2) Complaining about AUS and…
3) Complaining about AUS
So the question that many people are wondering about; when am I actually planning to take my writing seriously (i.e. quit engineering for it)?
Just for the records, my Blogspot blog was born in 2008, and my wordpress blog was born in 2009 – complete with the my brand name ‘A Heart’s Echoes.’ And to be honest with you I’m planning to give myself six years ensha’Allah to actually make something big of this, and someone might say that’s a long time especially since I’ve been actually penning down words for myself since 2000. But I want to take my time developing this craft; slow and steady. I don’t want to shoot to success only to find myself falling down hard because I know I wouldn’t be able to handle that.
Until then, this blog will continue spreading the way it is, one person at a time reading one word at a time….
Thanks for dropping by.
PS once I read this interesting tweet about a person who knows two writers and discovered that one had finished two manuscripts before getting published, and the other finished five manuscripts (if I recall the numbers correctly), and that’s a definition of persistence