I belong when I write.


For the past few hours, I've been fiddling around with my pen, my Victorian designed notebook laid in front of me. I've been working up my creative juices again. But to no avail. I'm still searching for a better way to start off today's journal entry. I guess if I keep searching, I'd never be satisfied anyways, so why not just consider whatever it is that's causing a spark in this little mind of mine.

Since people, faithful reader's of my blog, friends, have questioned me about my writing. I was once asked, "What do you eat? Alphabet's or something? Every time I read your blog, I'm like, 'Wow'." (or something like that). So, today I choose to spill the beans on how I write.

In all truth, I don't have any extraordinary nor out of the ordinary way of writing. I might even write like most of you - the way thoughts speak louder than mere words.

"There is no mystery about my style. My movements are simple, direct and non-classical." (credits to Jean).

• I discover, I read, I dream.
  
• I underline the words I don't understand, the phrases I love.
  
• ... and then I write away.
  

Simple, no? Like I said. You don't need Einstein to teach you how to write. It comes from within, really. Being a good writer doesn't happen within a day or two - it takes loads of time and practice.

I remember when I was a few years younger, I literally forced myself to read because at that time, I never really liked reading yet. I remember reading something without even understanding it and that's why I gave up - that's one of the reasons i never really picked up a book or made an attempt to read.

Last year during the month of March (I think), was when I bought my very first book - Twilight. And then, was followed by the sequels - New Moon, Eclipse and Breaking Dawn. Surprisingly, these four books were done being read before PMR. I remember the feeling I felt having to be done reading my very first four books without being pestered by my parents. But my reading journey didn't just stop there. I carried on reading best selling books by famous authors. In hope of expanding my imagination. That's when my love for writing blossomed.

I admit, I never really was good at it at first, all I knew was that I admired good writers, the one's whom can write about anything in any given time, weather or day. My admiration for them grew deeper to the limit when I'd become slightly jealous. Because I was mad at myself for not being able to write like that. And so, this blog was created. To be able to write to my heart's content, as well as practice.

... and so I still read. Allow my imagination to run free and wild. And I dream, dream, dream.