Secret Dreamworld of an Insomniac
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While I don’t believe my writing is of any professional level, I will continue to love doing it the way I do. I know I don’t have the proper education for it and I don’t expect a publisher to take a chance on me either. So why do I still do something I know I will never be great at?
It’s because if I don’t have my sketchbook with me handy all the time, and I can’t make any sketches of my feelings, I can always turn to writing. I’ve said it before, the pen and paper is one of my best friends. They are perfect listeners; they do not suggest any unsolicited advices. They are even at times unbiased and after writing all my thoughts, I get a better picture of everything. If my paintings, my sketches, my doodles can only explain in abstract whatever emotions I have, the pen and paper can clearly translate all the figments in my mind into words which everyone can understand.
Sometimes, what I write take the form of songs, of stories, of poems. Sometimes they take form of essays or some other form of literature only eccentric artist-writers can understand. But once the words take the form of my thoughts, the message will always be clear.
In looking back at my past posts, I know they’ve somewhat become a little un-personal. With my work getting in the way, and me shunning away from over-emotional problematic people, I am left with doing little reviews of movies and books I’ve read or still reading.
The Insomniac is getting boring.
While I am not about to stop and on the contrary, I plan to go on writing even if I remain penniless, I think it’s about time to give my site a little make over - starting with the title. I loved the way Sophie Kinsella’s book - The Secret Dreamworld of a Shopaholic sounded and one of my favorite movies was Dream for an Insomniac. I was initially thinking of The Secret Dreamworld of a Struggling Artist but I wasn’t exactly struggling in the strictest sense and I think it just sounded too self-depreciating.
I’ve got a lot of stories to tell – more than just movies, books and poems. I’ve a lot of thoughts about life, love, religion and everything else. And I remind myself that I must be brave if I was to write about those things. But that’s what writing is all about – expressing, taking chances, expressing, facing my falls, expressing, reliving my joys, expressing, sharing my dreams.
I love my life, even if the world seems to hate it sometimes.
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While I don’t believe my writing is of any professional level, I will continue to love doing it the way I do. I know I don’t have the proper education for it and I don’t expect a publisher to take a chance on me either. So why do I still do something I know I will never be great at?
It’s because if I don’t have my sketchbook with me handy all the time, and I can’t make any sketches of my feelings, I can always turn to writing. I’ve said it before, the pen and paper is one of my best friends. They are perfect listeners; they do not suggest any unsolicited advices. They are even at times unbiased and after writing all my thoughts, I get a better picture of everything. If my paintings, my sketches, my doodles can only explain in abstract whatever emotions I have, the pen and paper can clearly translate all the figments in my mind into words which everyone can understand.
Sometimes, what I write take the form of songs, of stories, of poems. Sometimes they take form of essays or some other form of literature only eccentric artist-writers can understand. But once the words take the form of my thoughts, the message will always be clear.
In looking back at my past posts, I know they’ve somewhat become a little un-personal. With my work getting in the way, and me shunning away from over-emotional problematic people, I am left with doing little reviews of movies and books I’ve read or still reading.
The Insomniac is getting boring.
While I am not about to stop and on the contrary, I plan to go on writing even if I remain penniless, I think it’s about time to give my site a little make over - starting with the title. I loved the way Sophie Kinsella’s book - The Secret Dreamworld of a Shopaholic sounded and one of my favorite movies was Dream for an Insomniac. I was initially thinking of The Secret Dreamworld of a Struggling Artist but I wasn’t exactly struggling in the strictest sense and I think it just sounded too self-depreciating.
I’ve got a lot of stories to tell – more than just movies, books and poems. I’ve a lot of thoughts about life, love, religion and everything else. And I remind myself that I must be brave if I was to write about those things. But that’s what writing is all about – expressing, taking chances, expressing, facing my falls, expressing, reliving my joys, expressing, sharing my dreams.
I love my life, even if the world seems to hate it sometimes.
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