After eight years in hiding
Writing doesn’t come easy to me.
I guess I have mastered the art of business writing and corporate-speak — yes, even doublespeak. Churning out impersonal emails, memos and reports requires no effort on my part.
Beyond this however, I often struggle to verbalise my thoughts. Well, trolling on the comments sections of blogs (done anonymously) doesn’t count. And neither should my occasional rants about politics.
I never really write nowadays. I used to, and looking back at some of these now, I have good reason to doubt my talent in this department. Maybe that writing being bad is a function of my immaturity. To illustrate: the words “cringe” and “suck” immediately come to mind when penning the earlier sentences in this paragraph, but of course I had to reject these, one for being too trite, and the other too crass.
Still, I think that writing can be mastered, a skill to be sharpened, a habit that ought to be cultivated. This is my attempt at it.