Mein Ausdruck

I’m a bad talker. I accept that. And hence I try to keep my trap shut. Well… but that is not always possible you see. And talking is fun. It is spontaneous…unadulterated. You hardly get time to really much before you speak. And you feel good after you have spoken…even if it lands you in trouble. And that is how real expression should be.

I have tried writing too. But it’s never the same. When you write something you have a purpose; an audience. And so you make yourself a barbed wire fence. Then it does not remain fun anymore.

Something else I absolutely desist is typing out my work. I always write with an ink pen or a pencil on a piece of white paper. It’s good to see the instrument form the beautiful letters as they dance on the pearl white dance floor shaping your creation right in front of your eyes; not some surrogate machine doing the magic for you.

I sometimes try to get myself to write all that I want to…convincing myself that it is not meant for public viewing. I do the editing when I have to make a soft copy (Yes! Even I have to. It’s an evil world my friend!). Editing a piece of writing is more like trimming your favorite plant. It might come out better …but you never stop loving the original one. And perhaps that is the reason I still preserve the first drafts of all my pieces.