Writer's Block

I have often rubbished the claims of people telling me that they have a writer's block. But when I had to go through the excruciating (read humiliating) experience myself, I was convinced that there are moments in your life when you just go - BLANK!

What motivates the writers to weave out yards and yards of fabricated tales without sounding repetitive, unrealistic and uninteresting? Are they any different from the rest of us? Is the right side of their brain more predominant?

J.K. Rowling, Nora Roberts, Robert Ludlum and myriad of other writers – weave a new plot each time to keep the reader engrossed. The critics bash them left, right and centre. Yet, they continue to do their job regardless with undying sincerity; failing sometimes and winning other times.

I dedicate my poem to these devoted writers who spend countless days and sleepless nights to pen epics that entertain and evoke all sorts of emotions from us:


Luck

He worked when they slept,
He worked when they played,
They laughed at his obsession,
But he never let it fade

Not once did he succeed,
His attempts were in vain,
He laboured on regardless,
And never showed his pain

They said he was insane,
And that his life was a mess
But each step he took,
Brought him closer to success

One fine day he won,
Due to diligence and pluck,
They sneered and sniggered
And said it was plain luck!

Getting Started ...

First day, first post ... What is it that I want to share with the world? Or rather, what is it that the world wants to know about me? Probably nothing ... the anonymity is like a warm and cosy blanket that makes me feel comfortable about my debut venture into the cyberspace. A poet at heart and die-hard romantic, I would like to kick-start the blog writing process with a very insightful poem. I do not know the exact origin of this poem, but enjoy it for all it is worth:

The Master Weaver

Our lives are but fine weavings,
that God and we prepare,
each life becomes a fabric planned,
and fashioned in his care . . .

We may not always see,
just how the weavings intertwine,
but we must trust the Master's hand,
and follow His design.

For He can view the pattern,
upon the upper side,
while we must look from underneath,
and trust in Him to guide.

Sometimes a strand of sorrow,
is added to His plan,
and though it's difficult for us,
we still must understand.

That it's He who flies the shuttle,
it's He who knows what's best,
so we must weave in patience,
and leave to Him the rest . . .

Not till the loom is silent,
and the shuttles cease to fly,
shall God unroll the canvas,
and explain the reason why.

The dark threads are as needed,
in the Weaver's skillful hand,
as the threads of gold and silver,
in the pattern He has planned.