Just do it.

There are many things that cross my mind when I am travelling or walking. Often a very good thought brushes my mind as I am crossing the road, or struggling to retain an inch of foot space in a crowded train. Unfortunately, I don’t get the time and resource to scribble it down or give it some tangible form. Then, when I sit down to recollect it and write it down: PHUT!!! The idea is lost forever.

It’s unfortunate, but it’s true. But that’s how painful and disappointing writing can get at times. No wonder, some of the prominent writers have called the process of writing as painful as a labour pain; and creating a piece of work an act equivalent of giving birth. You have no control of what will come out. You have no option, but to wait patiently until some miraculous force takes pity on you and the words begin to flow. The wait could at times last for eternity or just happen in a zephyr.

In times when you are feeling spontaneous or when you begin to believe that you have become brain dead, the only antidote you have at hand is –keep writing. Don’t think if it makes sense or sounds idiotic. Just keep doing it. After a while, I am sure, the words will begin to make sense -very much like how this piece of work has shaped up.