In the dead silent of the night, her recollections created a web of frayed images inside her head and words poured out of her effortlessly. The stillness and loneliness of the darkness engulfed her within its vastness, wrapping itself around her in a mercilessly tight grip.
Her thoughts soared and receded unwilling to settle at a comfortable hum inside her head. Her mind clouded over and she felt himself drown, lost within the suffocating sweetness of the moment. Throughout it all one steady noise reverberated across her ears. The thud of her agitated heart as it continued to steadily beat to its own rhythm never once failing her.
Words flowed through his fingers in an interminable rivulet. His very heart seemed to detach from his body as it became embedded into the sheet of paper he was bent over. With the passing of each second and the steady sound of his moving hand gliding over the smooth surface he felt a flood of feelings wash over him; a tide of unquenchable emotions almost drowning him in the force with which they seemed to pour out. Time continued to tick on, yet still he continued, liberating himself from the grasp of all that had held him back for so long.
He felt a light-headedness he had never experienced before. It somehow felt as though a huge burden was being lifted off his chest,freeing him at last. So this was how it felt to be a writer, he mused to himself. How he reeled in fascination and awe as his hand seemed to connect with his mind and flow over the paper in a swift unbreakable flux.
The words poured forth and with each new imprint they made he felt as though he were brushed over by a warm caress, leaving him light and unburdened.
He smiled at himself and knew he had finally found the peace he had been in search of. At last he knew he was in a world where he belonged…
Writers have always intrigued me right from the very beginning. I love reading and I always wondered how a writer’s mind worked, the stroke of genius which enables them to so eloquently from words into long meaningful sentences and come up with entire novels which are then read by the millions across the world.
Isn’t it fascinating how their simple books and articles manage to impact the masses in such a profound way? These simple words are reflected upon, read and re-read and then quoted, time and time again.
Yet despite seeming like such a simple and hassle free job, being a writer is one of the hardest jobs in the world. Every word has to be carefully measured, written so as to completely explain the meaning without trying to mislead the reader.
Inspiration is the most important thing while writing. To some it may come naturally but to others, a lot of time and concentration has to be devoted just to come up with a simple paragraph.
Writing new articles to publish in my blog has my mind spinning like a Ferris wheel at times, back tracking through multiple encounters with different people across different phases of my life. Writing seems to bring back all those little incidents and past memories which are sometimes taken for granted and at other times just long forgotten.
While writing, a writer not only has to focus on the basic topic at hand. Every single gesture, movement, flicker of the eye, tick of the clock has to be taken into consideration and pondered upon. The detailed description of every single one of these external factors is mandatory, to not only draw a vivid image in the reader’s mind, but to draw their attention to the main incident which you wish to describe. Only then can you come up with a master piece worth reading.
Remember, words leave a lasting impact. An impact so great can leave not only a lasting presence but also has the ability to change a person in the most drastic of ways.