First Post-- Ohmigod Oooh Aaaah What do I Write About and All That Crap.

This is absolutely ridiculous. I cant believe I actually had to wonder throughout today about what might the mighty first post be. Do you care? Would you take the trouble to hit my archives all the way and figure out how or why this began? Well if you are reading this I guess you did. Wellll. Uh.... What were you expecting anyway, an introduction?

I hope coz I dont think thats more than you're gonna get. I live in Kuwait, I'm in my early 20's and I only yesterday banned myself from listening to music. Thats a long story, but its still another story that might require me to draw a parallel of music and drugs; and I might even throw in a handful on addiction. Especially since it is the essence of my forbidding me to listen to it. Another story I said already dammit.

Why the blog? Well, I had another one and I impulsively tore it down two days ago as it was moulding itself rather graciously into everything it wasnt supposed to be. Then, a friend calls claiming he's found my blog finally- the one I denied having all along. And I check it only to find that there's this chic who's living the duplicity of my life and doing a better job at it. Actually see, thats the thing; she wasnt. But, she was writing about it so much better than I could and that was severely pissing off. I've wanted to be a bloody writer all my life and even graduated in literature. That didnt shake off the Writers Block, it just twisted on the couch its got in my head and changed the channel on the TV it also seems to have in there and continued watching whatever the hell channel it gets in there. I've lived with writers block for so long I should give the little bastard a name.

Whats the secret of writing well? Don't read your posts until you conclude it so your thoughts flow and you can later shape it? Do you read books of the style you like to write in to evoke inspiration? Or do you not read them. Or do you not read at all; because somewhere I once read - " You either live life or you write about it" From which I conveniently (and perhaps wrongly fashioned) "You either read about life or write about it" (Lets leave that as logical deductions)
Perhaps you simply fry your brain cells with some Vodka to get them running around in circles and churn out a good piece of work. Keats, Shelley and those boys stoned themselves out a story....

Maybe........... Maybe its simply that you write when you are not expecting anyone to read it. Maybe thats when you write without inhibitions, without fear of judgement, unaltered thoughts streaming and strutting out on their own terms unabashed. Maybe its when you decide to give up writing thats when it will come to you. I mean, thats how the world works most of the time, havent you noticed- they even made up the word irony for it. Anyways I wound up with marketing and business and crap, so writing shouldnt be too perturbed.

Maybe I dont need to name the little bastard yet after all.


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