" Am I Nobody-"- ( Prose )
I Have lots of projects in my mind to do but at the end of the day I am frustrated to see the barren land of my creativity, an arid desert spread with cactus . Writing gives me joy but my relationship with old buddy of pen & paper has been tragically swapped by
new attachment with computer ; At the time of taking morning walk or shower or
cutting vegetables , fantastic ideas pop up in me; when I sit on the writing table I
decide every time to turn back to my old buddy -'pen and paper' but novelty of new love
magnets me to surrender 'decision' which finally collapses to the alter of 'Wish'. In the tug of war between thoughts, ideas become either fugitive or lost. While hand moves like snail, ,ideas are too speedy like mail to hold on.
When I started to write blog ,I wrote them to improve my typing speed ; I wrote them for my own pleasure. After I joined some Creative Writing Class I saw most of the members are published authors They displayed their books with hard binding & attractive covers!I became quite impressed and turned me into fireflies ; I spend much time to learn computer than to practice writing; I took free classes in library and senior center ; All the seniors were interested to learn E-mail, Face book games photo shop and not more than that. I lost my. several writing pieces in " the. trial a & error practice of "online' submission. I. applied in New Yorker magazine ,Wall. street , as freelance writer with no response ; When I read some of my own pieces I patted myself ; It leads me to think that all famous writers began their journey as "new'.... . suddenly Emily Dickinson came into my mind ; perhaps she wrote it in her early period of poetic journey,a popular piece of poem to become cliche later on "Who are you?......are you nobody ,too ?"
YES!
I am 'nobody;'.....but I want to be somebody. [next]
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[ Poem]
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