Writing for me is like a mental exercise. It is like im downloading all the rubbish I have in my sub-concious mind to put it somewhere else. I find satisfaction whenever I read my blog. The reason why I am happy reading it is that I find it like a game.
It is like a game where I have to spot my opponent and kill him once I find him. I am not really much of a writer but just an ordinary hobbyist of writing i must admit. Grammatical and typo errors abound. Everyday I try to spot it and almost everyday no matter how many times I read my blog I always catch one, two or several editing job for me. They are my opponents my enemies that I need to down.
Hey don't ever think I am some kind of a lunatic. Maybe I am . Writing for me is an expression just simply put it that way. I get the thrill of knowing that somewhere, somehow, somebody is getting a piece of my mind. I get flattered when my friends says they read my blog, and they like it. It is like an achievement a feeling of natural high comes with that thought.
However even if I am happy with my writing, everytime I re-read my blog entries, I know there is something lacking. Right now I have figured it out. My unhappiness probably is a result of feelings of restraint and inadequacy. I do not exactly know the reasons why I am avoiding some theme that I would like to write. Perhaps, the words is just hiding at the back of my mind or simply I do not want to write it yet because it is not yet the time.
Yes, I am writing and will continue to write, this is a practice for me. Until the time I am ready to write the secret thoughts that lingers in my mind. I am getting there somehow, little by little im getting there.
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