I wanted to write but…
Within the past several months, I have had the forethought to disseminate a few essays, roasting headlines, taglines, and punchlines. Binging through channels that would help me with “writing tips 101”. Punctuating bullet points while half asleep. Aimlessly coming up with a topic unanticipated and pondering over it. Little did I know, actually I did know! I will have to fetch a pen and start writing down the words on paper to actually frame that essay I’ve been thinking about.
While the thinking process didn’t ask for much effort, as casual as breathing. You inhale undeniable thoughts and exhale overthinking upon them. Whereas writing asked to be diligent, to an extent I wasn’t ready to be invested in it.
Yet there were moments when I would be drifting in this busy street surrounded by unknown faces and hooters. Nonetheless, my brain manages to narrate this perfect catchphrase. Hooke or crook, I would convince myself that my subconsciousness would remember that phrase while crossing the streets. And I confidently believe that I’ve recalled that line. Envisioning reaching home, hitting my workspace, making a note, and scribbling further about it. I have no memory of a single word till I arrive home. What resides is how that one sentence resonated and the sense I felt.
Speculating how one manages to spend time and bring out a piece of essay pretensions me. There are websites and blogs to inundate while you are musing, flinching your potential. All you have to do is read the article/blog and contemplate narrating and posting one yourself soon or never!
