When Writers Write Right

I am still agonizing and scratching as hell as the writing bug bites harder. I am tossing and turning and crunching the words and letters as I write to my heart’s fill. I am writing right, and enjoying every moment of it! Ah! the excitement!

So I have been soul searching and going really deep to find out what writing means to me and what are my options? I discovered that I write as I walk, talk, read, eat, drink …. name it. I am always forming words and sentences as I go along my day to day chores. My friends tell me I always show these signs in my emails, presentations, text messages, etc. Am still working on the speech part, especially pronounciation and enunciation. I have been rather lazy in geting that voice recorder that I promised myself a while back. Either way I am writing all the time, whether asleep or awake. And am glad I found my passion so early in life.

Writing ……… block block block block ….. time for a poem to unlock the block. Here we go …….

The Limited Edition

The words flow easily as he types
The fingers fly over the Remington
Banging away steadily, letter by letter
The ink on the carbon pungent, as it drifts
Towards his nostrils as he writes the
Limited edition

Many ridiucule his endeavours
A Remington ? they ask, sneering
Why not get a Mac, or a PC, why?
He soldiers on uncaring of their
Staring and blaring, since he’s writing the
Limited edition

Time shall pass and he shall wind up
Put the manuscript in order and place
An order for carbon copies, as he heads
For the publishing house on the hill
They will respect and hail his writing the
Limited edition

The presses shall work day and night, churn
Thousands of copies, which shall be stacked
Four boxes high, in the warehouse awaiting
Trucks and trains to send them all over
Since they shall be the sough after
Limited edition

His fame and name shall traverse the world
He shall be hailed as the hero who saved the
Written word with a Remington, not a PC or
A Mac in sight, since he shall have overcome
All odds and written the one and only
Limited edition

Ah there, now I can go on rambling about writing. Since these random ramblings are getting way out of hand as I progress, I shall put no cap on them. Let them take a life of their own. At times random thoughts are more structured than we think or know. Actually they are coalescing into something yet to be known or fully formed. They are taking a shape that cannot be immediately fathomed. They are growing like a hydra-headed creature, whose form shifts with the flow, in a word they are alive.

Many time, ramblings are just the process of exorcising the demons that lurk in the sub-conscious wafting and drifting around, swirling in endless loops, unabated. Ramblings like these are simply, an expression of the inner self! Ramble! That really feels good!