Forget the showstopper. The heartbreak kid. Or all the lovely gimmicks I pull including being a stand up comedian or a half wit clown. Forget the phenomenon. The attention puller. I mean forget the attention. I’ve even got A.D.D.
So enough. Enough wannabeing any of the numerous authors I get inspired by. Forget the witty quotes, the humorous dialogues. The puns, the idioms, the similes that smile. The entendres and the double entendres. The whole playing with the language like its your best bud thing. Enough.
I aint ready for it yet. I’m writing advertising. And I’ve deduced that it’s a whole different ball game. I need more time. More reading. Bigger vocabulary. Discipline. And a whole load of things to arm myself like a soldier, before I battle out writing a book.
No, these are not excuses. I promise you! I know what excuses are. And sometimes the truth seems lame. But hey, you got to face it.
Now, I decided to forget trying too hard for the fancy writing. I’ve decided, I shall just use this to record memories.
Things I want to remember, but most likely forget after a while
Like Taj Land’s end. My first trip to Mumbai. Or my new cam. My first hundred photos. My travels. My trips.
Mostly my travels.
Which I know, I will not do any useful writing with, so I might as well record it for eternity. And you never know, maybe I’ll be famous through my travels. Maybe the travel writing. Maybe it’ll improve my writing. Maybe itll store inpiration for me to write later. Mayb itll get me writing.
And then. maybe I will write something worthwhile. And I’ll become the showstopper again. The heartbreak kid. The stand up comedian and the half-wit clown.
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