My dark, silent thoughts
are no longer at peace with me.
Restless, they simply have
to spill into lettered words.
© 2018 Jacqueline
My life is an ancient library
with time-worn tedious steps to climb;
inside are dark cavernous spaces
with old precious books of fine writing
but yet, there are still many plain pages
waiting to be written on.
#itsneverdonetillitsdone, #unfinishedbusiness #aniconinthemaking #makingofamasterpiece
I don’t know what it is, but I guess that’s how my brain is wired. When I want to do some serious writing, I have to take myself off to the library and away from my comfort.
For the past couple of days, I’ve been stealing time to go to the library to work for a couple of hours on my book – collection of stories before calling it a day.
After some hours of numb butt yesterday, I surreptitiously got up and took some photos of this space where I’ll be spending many hours for weeks to come.
I wouldn’t mind Lady Lee’s nutritious looking and steaming pot of soup this evening 🙂
On Thursdays, I share pictures about ‘Echos of my Neighbourhood.
I would like to invite you to participate. The challenge is quite simple and you can find out more about it through this link.
Imagination is like a muscle. I found out that the more I wrote, the bigger it got. Philip José Farmer
Inside me, when I write, I stand tall. I feel a certain clench and release that I don’t experience from anything else. That’s what writing does to me. I feel an expansion of my spirit, my soul, and my mind.
As is commonly said, the art of practice brings about a perfection and though there are times that I question myself, my sanity and conviction, personal experience with scriggling and drabbling has shown me how true it is.
I find that my vivid imagination keeps getting sharper as each day goes by and it’s veering towards seeing things in 3D perspectives from the mundane details and beauty in the ordinary to the complex structure and questions that pop up inside my head. It only means that it can get better as the muscle gets fine-tuned.
Writing is certainly not an easy exercise even when we think that we have the gift of the garb and have all the structures well put together. As a matter of opinion, I find that writers are most times less assured of their writing than those who don’t write, but the passion and the loud voices that nags in one’s head won’t let you be until you’ve had your say.
Like the quote has said, and I reiterate, keep pushing the boundaries of your imaginative muscles. Explore by pushing the strictures of your boundaries and comfort. I am trying to venture outside my zone of cruise control, to a bumpy side. I bet the knowledge gained from trying new reading material and writing aspect won’t be a wasted venture.
I would rather keep pushing it, writing and shooting crabs than stopping. In the midst of the written rubbish, there’s bound to be a couple of useful material and by the time I am done with my muscle development, I might actually stand a chance of knocking Mayweather flat on his hard backside in a boxing ring with the feathered tip of my pen.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Image credit: Pixabay