This is my first blog post. I’m late, I know. I have to confess that it usually takes a while for me to commit to something new and starting a blog is in no way different. Where is the fun in being spontaneous when I can over-analyse things to death?
However, I am saying ‘no’ to procrastination and I am biting the bullet. In fact, I am charging the battle field with eyes open and hands armed with little more than these words, while occasionally glancing over my shoulder in every direction.
As I considered topics for my first blog post today, I reflected on writing and what it means to me. I eventually came to the conclusion that it would be nearly impossible to describe something so intangible on one page. Then again, if I did manage to cover it all in one post, I would have nothing left to write about and my blog would be over, which would defeat the purpose of starting one in the first place.
So I decided to pace myself and instead talk about the most important aspect of writing to me. Although I sometimes have to convince even myself – it is not perfection. Don’t get me wrong, I too believe that the Grammar Police have their place (sometimes) and I cringe as much as the next person at the sight of an apostrophe out of place.
But to me, the words are what really matter – whether part of a poem, a page in a novel or bundled together in a foreign language, words have an exquisite melodic quality that flows into a recognisable style and structure, completely unique to one specific writer or language. Like a musical instrument, writing also consists of a sequence of keys and strings and pipes that for some reason just fit.
This is what I would like to celebrate in my blog and any future writing that I have the privilege of publishing.
“To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it’s about, but the inner music the words make.” Truman Capote.