When routine is bust
Till sometime back I was a poet-writer and my routine would include:
- Observing and enjoying
- Enjoying and realising
- Realising and musing
- Musing and loving it
- Loving it and researching
- researching and getting bored or inspired
- if inspired, writing; if bored, abandoning
- OR simply writing without any of the above steps involved since all of it has been done before in the past
It was a good routine though it kept me physically inactive. It was a mental occupation and amused me no end.
Off-late, I have lost it, the pleasure of being in the writer’s mode. Time and again I get bored, perhaps to write because I have been wracking my brains to find some other mode to evolve but everything else always ends up being a fad. Writing sustains who I am, when will I accept it? Except because it doesn’t pay, I think it is useless air-head phenomena. But if it doesn’t pay I will hack it off my habit, come what may. Something else must pay. Then writing can be a part of me, as always.