Saturday, 11 February 2017

Ripe as the pen




It doesn't have to be perfect but as writers we feel we have to tap into something ethereal to free that clenched mouth pen. It is ripe, we know it, it must have a period on the page, this pen must bleed the voices we hear in our heads, captivate audiences with the Marvel's we see visually like spirit dragons dancing for the Chinese new year. We are lost in our own web of spinning,ballerina thoughts, and buzzing electric verbs, yet the page remains concrete. Procrastination is one of the worst feelings in the world, it tsunamis the courage to participate, it taps into unknown fears. The question is where do you want to be? In my mind I told myself an army of excuses until courage was a foreign tongue. I glared at a reflection that I trusted ignoring hollow eyes, not from lack of sleep,just from the nightmares of ideas whispered into the mouths of others, planted like a kiss. Propell yourself forward by reminding you, it doesn't have to be perfect. It just has to begin, like tapping a key on a keyboard, or planting your feet into some new shoes. Try out those shoes, and then take one bold step, there is no black hole, only gravity.