These days I find myself ghost-writing in my thoughts over and over whenever I find something interesting and worth jotting down. There was a time when I had the patience, luxury and adrenaline rush to capture my thoughts in my blog but then, like everything beautiful comes to a momentary halt (with promises of renewal), I sparsely felt the need to post. I discovered that inspite of not giving a form to my thoughts in the form of posts, I mentally write within my mind. Yes, that's why I say that the process of writing never stops. It continues albeit without a palpable medium.
I realised this quite late because I was perpetually in a state of guilt and anger in equal measure when I saw that my blog is lying in a state of neglect almost like the memories of an old lover who remains within but rarely demands any attention. I knew that my blog is there, safe, still read by some (the growing statistics tell me that) and bookmarked by some others to be read in leisure. But the ache of seeing the last entry dated a month ago does not bring any consolation to my otherwise active mind. In the interim, I have been closely observing my mind! Strange as it may sound, I have stumbled upon some interesting thought processes that marginally cut down my guilt quotient. I am always writing posts within my head - not the scribbling in a worn out journal but paragraphs neatly organised with a propah introduction, middle and conclusion, like I always say to my class!
I wonder whether this happens to everyone and if so, how long do these entries stay. For me, they stay a while until the next interesting subject comes along. I am afraid my mind has not served as a container so far, only a medium - that too a virtual one. I wonder if there is a procedure to tap one exact nerve and extricate all the posts and translate them to coherent words that would show up on my blog as posts. If wishes were horses, nay blog posts, I would be one content soul happily basking in the glory of my thoughts which I know would eventually get fed on my blog!
Until the technology makes my wish happen, I will hopefully continue the process of writing, sorry ghost-writing in my mind and maybe sometimes, I would stop by my wee blog and strive to record these precious nuggets of memory.
Dear reader, what have you been doing with your thoughts, if I may probe.
I realised this quite late because I was perpetually in a state of guilt and anger in equal measure when I saw that my blog is lying in a state of neglect almost like the memories of an old lover who remains within but rarely demands any attention. I knew that my blog is there, safe, still read by some (the growing statistics tell me that) and bookmarked by some others to be read in leisure. But the ache of seeing the last entry dated a month ago does not bring any consolation to my otherwise active mind. In the interim, I have been closely observing my mind! Strange as it may sound, I have stumbled upon some interesting thought processes that marginally cut down my guilt quotient. I am always writing posts within my head - not the scribbling in a worn out journal but paragraphs neatly organised with a propah introduction, middle and conclusion, like I always say to my class!
I wonder whether this happens to everyone and if so, how long do these entries stay. For me, they stay a while until the next interesting subject comes along. I am afraid my mind has not served as a container so far, only a medium - that too a virtual one. I wonder if there is a procedure to tap one exact nerve and extricate all the posts and translate them to coherent words that would show up on my blog as posts. If wishes were horses, nay blog posts, I would be one content soul happily basking in the glory of my thoughts which I know would eventually get fed on my blog!
Until the technology makes my wish happen, I will hopefully continue the process of writing, sorry ghost-writing in my mind and maybe sometimes, I would stop by my wee blog and strive to record these precious nuggets of memory.
Dear reader, what have you been doing with your thoughts, if I may probe.
I have been wanting a device that will translate everything in my head into a book or atleast onto my blog :) I have parallel tracks running and they are there for a while.. Incidentally i also have a book in there :D
ReplyDeleteWell, Aarti, you mirror my thoughts. I would give an arm for something like that. Let me hastily add that such a device may soon hit the market and I might have to eat my words!
DeleteGlad to see you here. Love.
Nice... so like you to have everything fit in. I have thoughts, they keep flooding my head... but never in an order like yours. They keep ricocheting until I pick out one strand and write them out... the others hover above it, waiting to break through... but they have to gain clarity first for me to pull it out... Anyway, that's how it is inside. How are things with you...
ReplyDeleteKaren, sometimes, there are thoughts that are jostling one another for space inside my wee mind.
DeleteI am fine but miss the frequent writing. How have you been? Thanks for stopping by, dear Karen.
I think we, as writers, are constantly forming stories in our minds. Some of mine become blogs, others drift away. So glad to see you here today, Susan!
ReplyDeleteBlessings!
Ah, rightly said, dear Martha. We are always living several lives in our wee heads.
DeleteLove!
Keep writing and I am sure your stories are rolling in the head. Glad to see you back, Sheethal Susan:)
ReplyDeleteHey keep writing, Sheethal Susan and great to see you back. I am sure the stories are churning in your head always:)
ReplyDeleteVishal, thanks for the comment BUT I am not Sheethal Susan. A case of mistaken identity.
DeleteWell, she is a friend of mine as well.
Hey hi. My dear Susan it's nice to see you are writing after all... it took me a couple of years to get back... so I am not a good advisor. But I love -always- to come back here to your place!!!!
ReplyDeletePlease_ keep talking
Warm Hugs
Dear Sweetest, how happy I am to see you. I remember the days of yore, back in 2009 when we used to visit each other and Nevine and Steveroni and all those bloggers. Sigh. How I loved those active days of blogging. We should keep the flame burning!
DeleteLots of love and hugs to you and your sweet son. Must be all grown up now, right?