It’s only my observation but writing, like most if not all things in our life, has a profound connection to our inner design. It’s a complicated relationship between who we are and what we know, what we believe and what we do. And let’s not forget, that writing is first and foremost is a form of communication between us and the world around us.
However, you may have noticed that not all you write speaks as loud as you would want it to. My fellow twitter friend once told, why does not it make sense when all I’m doing is trying to make one, and this is the best example of how frustrating writing can at times be.
Please, don’t get me wrong: this is not a note to add to the established image of a writer. This is a short blog post written by a writer without spectacles.
Spectacles and hat – the main attributes for the sacred ritual of writing through writer’s block (for those who believe such thing exists), and I am sure it does especially in the first years of writing. In some way, I can assure I saw it like one sees a shadow on the dimly lit street in midnight on Halloween. Could be just a vision and yet, what if it was real?!
Another combo to add to the attributes is a cup of steaming drink and a cheap tobacco cigar. Maybe a typewriter.
Well, from all the possible attributes I have only fake pair of spectacles, hat, and a cup of steaming coffee at...
But what about other things, we, writers, have to deal with daily. Starting with a very primitive task as to find in the load of these mundane responsibilities time to actually sit and spend an hour in a blissful solitude, writing. What about brainstorming, plotting, figuring out ways through dead corners of story? What about sculpting characters from inside and outside, getting the right faces that will come alive on the pages later? What about getting acquainted with them? I can keep on and on for ages, talking about all the tiny details that come along with this pretty simple word as writing. And no one even considers writing, besides the ones who at least once tried to write, even serious.
Every time I say that I am a writer, which I don&rs...
"Short story is not a sailing ship to take you far in the ocean but a boat to transport you fast on the other side."
Honestly, I had not much of interest in short stories before. I — an experienced bookworm — obviously, preferred full length novels over twelve-page stories. I liked to sail far rather than jump in for a short ride. Till one day, I accidently got The Magic Shop by H. G. Wells in my hands. Unwrapped on a very delicate line between illusion and reality, it was narrated in such exquisite way that I was immediately dragged in, headfirst.
This was the beginning of my journey into the world of short stories.
Doubtless today, I can assure you, that reading short stories is, indeed, one of the greatest ways to delv...