It's time to start writing again!

I use to like writing. I write about anything and everything. I enjoyed putting words to thoughts, feelings, emotions, and just for the thrill of seeing the words come into being by the my very action of writing. It was my secondary school teacher that teach me to enjoy it. I was in Sec 2 or 3 and he was this ang moh bear-like creature who was a tramp when he lived in UK (or so he claims anyway!) English lessons were a riot, definitely not your typical, run-of-the-mill classes, where you write a composition about "The Day My Home Suffered a Black-out"! We did role-playing, and then wrote stories about the roles we played. One time I was Cinderella, who, contrary to popular belief, was lesbian, and married the handome prince only as a smoke screen. (Obviously, the glass slipper thing was a very clever ploy. After all, women shouldn't make the first move, although they can leave their glass slippers behind, so the guy seems like the desperate one!)

Writing was fun then. It was effortless. It was enjoyable. I'm not sure at which point in my life I started to hate the thought of it. Well, maybe it's work related. It IS stressful having to write copy for a client, not knowing whether it's good enough for mass reading. I use to write because I enjoyed reading my own writing. But the stress of having to submit copy that won't be laughed at - that's a whole new ball game altogether.

Writing also exposes you. There is no way you can write about something close to your heart, without having what you write show the kind of person you really are, which may be very different from our public persona. At the very point I stopped writing, I stopped living as a real person. I become a 'screensaver'; or to borrow another phrase "The lights were on, but nobody's home".

Well, we'll go into that again another time. It's pretty good that I've gotten so far in my 'writing' on my very first entry already. It's time to start writing again...