You know that feeling you have when at a total loss what, when and how to write – A mental block.
That feeling most writers develop over their inability to come up with sound and exciting ideas or stories etc.
Wait sef, am I a writer ?
I’m also at a loss over that conjecture.
I feel more at home as a social media entertainer who tell stories by writing.
Ok, I started blogging seven weeks now and then I wake up sometimes over same period with nothing to post on the blog.
Not able to figure out exactly what to yarn about. Then I look through my archives and see numerous other write ups, really exciting ones (to me) but kinda tribal or political or religious; controversial to say the least.
I’ve asked myself – Do I write or express myself for the public or for me ?
Why do I care ?
But I care all the same.
With readership and friends from all nooks and crannies of the world; India, Kenya, South Africa, Congo, Egypt, Oman, Canada, Ghana, Liberia, USA, UK, UAE, Italy, Germany, France, Ireland etc.
The other day, I referred to a woman as a man and I also thought a man a woman.
‘I am not a guy’, the young lady screamed. Then the man too, ‘I am a man oooooo’
To think I also chatted away with this person so delightedly, and then found out she’s just 17 years.
Quite mature for her age.
I’ve come across all sorts of people; sweet, kind, nice, etc. Strangers, most of them.
See why I have to care ?
To think there are even thoughts or things I can’t put to paper. Things I shiver at the mere thought of writing.
Ita ma daru ni. (Outside go scatter)
For those who think I talk too much, I guess you can now see how so considerate I can be.
I think about you afterall.
I hate controversies too.
I’m on your side !
@ O’Shine ORIGINAL