The Abstract Art of Writing

Once there was a writer who didn't know how to write. 


Every story has to start and the best way to put forward one is to start from the beginning. But what about the stories that had no beginning? What about the stream that never got to know which of the mountains in flowed from? What about the kid who never knew who the other parent was? There's only so much a story itself can do and the story of the storyteller begins, it the teller who weaves the rest of it, the God who designs the state of innocence for their listeners, well, in this case, readers.

I started writing on Wattpad before I gathered up my bile to throw up on Blogger. I started out with simple fan fiction stories. It was a strange sense of Euphoria if I had to be real: my first book got a lot of recognition and reviews were overwhelming and it has been a bit over a year since I started writing there with days and weeks and now even months of not being able to type words. It took me so long before I realised that I was tired of the overused and misused misconstrued idea of underused 'I love You's in fiction. It felt like being stuck in this loop, this gyre that knew no end whatsoever. It was tiring and not exactly a very fulfilling feat where my characters started taking up characteristics I planned for

Likewise, I got asked by a friend a week back about starting a blog. He is a Medical Student and has his own set goals definitely and wanted to do it on a whim because why not? He seemed up for it, to be honest, I was glad that he was starting something and he came up to me and asked me to suggest what he must do and his anxiety level was topnotch seeing his friends' professional sites so he turned to me and asked what he must do about it. Strangely, I was a freelancer and I had to be honest that I say that I did write for others then, I think I still do.

In a lifetime, there's only so much one does for oneself, the whole life is being spent on the associations and the surroundings are what becomes us so intrinsically one with them that losing individuality is no more than a loss than being webbed into the mesh of associations.

Now that is one hell of a complicated statement: this is what someone would say after reading it and I'll end it with what I usually go on about, "You know what I mean, right? Of course, you do!"

Well, preemptive and misconstrued. Always.