So, the blog I was supposed to start later, is up, and running. Its been a good month or so here, and while it was great while it lasted, I got paid.
Let me explain that.
I had a job, yes, had a job and with the first salary I got, I paid for the address. Nothing more, I mean I could have but that would have prevented the posting stuff up there, so I didn’t. It didn’t matter. At a further time, it very well might.
That is what is important, I guess to get it all going, a minimal approach to blogging where all you need to do, at least initially is to get stuff out of the door, get the blood pumping. I think that is happening right now.
Writers are magicians; and inventors of time machines, and a lot of other stuff too. Writers are gods, notice the small ‘g’. Writers are gods, creators of their own worlds; own universes. We are not bound by space or time for that matter. We are also liars, great liars. We turn believers into non-believers and vice-versa. I was reading an interview of Mr. Quentin Tarantino a few days back wherein he talked about “bringing literature back to film-making”. I was impressed.
I was reading this book by Carol S. Dweck: ‘Mindsets’; my friend who had lent me this one had a lot of these self-help books. I am not that big a fan. So, yeah I was reading this book and you know out of the blue I realised something. This market, the self help books market that is, is a pretty big one; and even though they are all talking about different things they all seem to make sense. It was then that I came up with a postulate explaining the phenomenon. It goes like this: they take a fact, a simple basic true fact, then they build their whole theory upon this one simple basic fact; this one truth. Now since we know that what we began with is inherently true, we concur that whatever is being built upon that is also true. And that’s why the book you’re reading always seems to make sense. Confused? Take a deep breath and read it again.
This is also how great fiction writers operate I believe, creating great characters, and vivid scenarios. That brings me to the other stuff I wanted to talk about. We are all so different and yet so same, so damn same!
The last chapter of the book, ‘The road less traveled‘, deals with this subject. Something about a collective conscience of the human race. It says something amazing. It says each generation adds to this thing, this collective conscience and we all draw from it. Not as efficiently as desired, but still. As an example consider a normal response to any threatening situation. How do we know how to react to the said situation? How do we know we have to get of the way of a raging bull or truck or car or elephant or well you get the zest, don’t you? We do so by drawing from this collective conscious, we move because after getting thrashed enough number of times, some one at some time must have dove out-of-the-way and that reaction would have been registered in the consciousness.
This is how characters connect on some level when we are reading a work, I think. Or maybe not. Its your pick really. We are what we choose to believe after all!
Oh and lastly, writers are assholes. Most of them atleast. Break one’s heart and you’ll know! Or have a fight with one and don’t forget to check the creativity with which you’ll be killed off on the next novel!
“Why do we fall Bruce?” -“So that we can learn to pick ourself up!”
—The Dark Knight Rises
So the year ended and another began. I’m not sure if there’s anything to celebrate. But then that’s how I feel about almost any holiday. I meant festival. Holidays are fun. The ones which don’t involve getting out of the pad. So yeah the year ended. And I believe I’m actually five days late. In my defence I had been trying to come up with a poem. You know something to commemorate the event.
I’ll tell you about the theme. It was supposed to be about falling. I am not sure if it was the black and white wallpaper of a person in free fall or just the quote; but I was fixated to the idea. Couldn’t quite let go. The result? I’m five days too late.
Happy New Year
As a wish I think its obnoxious really. I mean why wish for happiness? Its widely over-rated, really. Happiness is momentary, a sort of destination, a goal; and if you continue obsessing over the destination, you neither enjoy the journey or the destination when you finally reach it. Always seems to fall short of expectations!
A better wish? I have one, though its a bit derivative.
“I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re Doing Something.So that’s my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody’s ever made before. Don’t freeze, don’t stop, don’t worry that it isn’t good enough, or it isn’t perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life.Whatever it is you’re scared of doing, Do it.Make your mistakes, next year and forever.“-Neil Gaiman
So yeah, run, hit a rock, fall, pick yourself up, run, fall into a damn pit this time, but climb up, and run again till you hit a damn wall or reach a cliff or something similar and when you do, break the wall, jump and fly! OK, maybe avoid jumping off a cliff! Do something, live!
Oh and in case you were wondering what will I be doing this year; I’ll be challenging myself a bit!
A little background might help here: I have been on a sort of leave from the blog, and no it was not self-imposed or disciplinarian in any sense. I just had a bad time, physically; and then there was the all familiar: inertia.
Even after deciding many-a-times to implement this habit, perhaps to blog with at least some sense of regularity, I wasn’t actually able to achieve any: regularity that is. So, this is me, trying to persuade myself, trying to inspire, stimulate myself by justifying blogging to myself.
Now, that history part of the dialogue is out of the way, let’s concentrate on the whys!
Reasons to blog:
I enjoy writing
I do, kind of like to write; create situations, characters, stories! But then, I am currently working on two independent and ideologically opposite projects. So, there’s no less or absence of writing here. Also, the fact that it’d soon be the beginning of placement season and preparations are still wrong overdue doesn’t help the matters.
Hence, just the fact that I enjoy writing alone, won’t help the matters I guess.
All right, the fact that my life currently is not panning out as I had planned led me to think. And when I think; which I’m almost always doing, I come across facts (okay, not facts, mere observations), observations which are not usually favorable. So, this time I realized I was lacking in discipline, and well, it was one of the prime reasons for me to consider blogging regularly and one of my chief weapons against inertia.
Escape from stagnation
The projects that I’m currently working on involve sitting for long times, thinking about characters, story development, history, other than the actual writing part and hence, I need to blog. To escape from the sameness of it all, to explore new ideas, new thoughts as I blog on!
To maintain, perhaps, a sense of continuity as there are days: many of them in fact, when I don’t write a thing; partly because I’m wondering about the story-line, partly because of inertia, partly because of other assignments.
And, finally to interact, to communicate I need to blog; because after a while there are no new comments, no new faces, just the familiar set of people who follow the development of a longer project, but when you blog there’s a chance to interact with new sets of people with almost each new post.
Interests vary, and you never can be sure, what might stick with whom!
So, here I am in need of communication, some fresh interaction. Feel free to join in, I’d be more than interested in knowing your reasons to blog.