A writer needs to venture out into the world, fearlessly absorbing the multitude of sights, sounds and scents that it offers. In the cauldron of the writer's mind, those stimuli combine their flavours to brew intoxicating narratives.
Writing is mostly done in seclusion. When the ripened ideas present themselves for plucking, a background of stillness is essential to detect those delectable delights.
Once the writer has given birth to the offspring of lengthy contemplations, it is time to again mingle with the people. For it is only there, amidst the myriad hues of life and bustling rowdiness of awkward emotions and contradictory opinions that great tales lie dormant, ready to possess the writer's psyche.
Any seed will grow verdant in the fertile soil of the writer's imagination and many a canvas will be adorned with any flowery discourse. Yet, the writer must arduously select the perfect germ. The crucial criterion for inclusion is whether those ideas will be of service to humanity. Will they enrich our culture and enhance our level of awareness? Or will they be an unenlightened repertoire of human vanity that pollutes our minds and dulls our senses?
The writer must therefore guard the sanctity of the inner sanctum. Once the deity has been chosen with great deliberation, the writer's meditation commences. Fierce forces clash mercilessly in the inner arena. Many fallacious Titans are annihilated. Many a duplicitous idea sacrificed at the altar of integrity. In time, the nectar of inspiring vignettes pour unabashedly into virgin pages making readers ecstatic.
Writing is mostly done in seclusion. When the ripened ideas present themselves for plucking, a background of stillness is essential to detect those delectable delights.
Once the writer has given birth to the offspring of lengthy contemplations, it is time to again mingle with the people. For it is only there, amidst the myriad hues of life and bustling rowdiness of awkward emotions and contradictory opinions that great tales lie dormant, ready to possess the writer's psyche.
Any seed will grow verdant in the fertile soil of the writer's imagination and many a canvas will be adorned with any flowery discourse. Yet, the writer must arduously select the perfect germ. The crucial criterion for inclusion is whether those ideas will be of service to humanity. Will they enrich our culture and enhance our level of awareness? Or will they be an unenlightened repertoire of human vanity that pollutes our minds and dulls our senses?
The writer must therefore guard the sanctity of the inner sanctum. Once the deity has been chosen with great deliberation, the writer's meditation commences. Fierce forces clash mercilessly in the inner arena. Many fallacious Titans are annihilated. Many a duplicitous idea sacrificed at the altar of integrity. In time, the nectar of inspiring vignettes pour unabashedly into virgin pages making readers ecstatic.
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