The Writing 'Me'

Indecisiveness is the biggest problem for the writing 'Me'. surprisingly I have a high tolerance for it in all my other facets.

Indecisiveness: passion to write but not knowing what to write. Writer's block: having a premise, but not able to hash it out.

Writer's block might frustrate but indecisiveness kills.

I want to put everything on paper. Damn everything. Don't know what to write. That drives me mad. Mad to the point of making me give up writing. Mad to the point of tearing down my room. Mad to the point of popping in a few pills. Sounds insane.

Not that everything I write is beautiful. It is just that I want to write. My diary always bore the brunt of these compulsive writings passions. My best friend once called it writing erection ;). I add to it - I become restless till I ejaculate.

At any point in time, my diary/hand book is my best friend. It is like 'Notes to Myself'. What I accomplish out of writing is immaterial. It might not amount to anything. For that matter why should that amount to anything?

I gossip in pubs, bars,offices, trains and flights. Almost everywhere. What does that gossip amount to? Did I ever try to extend the question of utility to all that idle chatter? Then why to my writing? I write not to compete for 'Booker's Prize' or I don't live with a hallucination that my writings make a dent in the universe. I write because I want to write.

When I trouble enough people with my banter I just take it out ... Sorry talk it out with my diary or a blog.
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