May 10, 2013

AN INTRODUCTION

Reluctant.Self conscious.Unfocused stance of a writer who abandoned his pen for a certain segment of his timeline. 

Really? Is that what I am feeling right now ?Its been nearly three years since my last "efflux".I m eyeing through each of my sentences again and again (as though my glare will smoothen out the prevailing choppiness.Boy).CONSTIPATED LITERATURE SYNDROME.The new synonym for my performance issue. 


I used to believe i was well versed in the creative writing whether it be poetry or prose.
"Face the fact KU! . . . What you used to be is different from what you are now. . . 
BUT this doesnt have to mean the end.In time you will.but be steady.Remember that you are talented,Remember that unlike most of people around you you are right brained!.An artist by birth,it is embedded in your genes...wake up son..And let it go,let yourself out..." 


The advice of one of my well wishers I've copied down from the actual mobile phone text msg.
Reading it is relieving.To know that there are people who still have faith in me.Will I improve?Will I stay drugged in self-loath?Or is this a mere illusion of insecurity which was triggered through some recent blogs of my friends? 
I am a poor judge for my own work.But as my reader you are'nt. 


:)