I was thinking today.
People take their blogs very easily. It comes to them as a natural extension of their mind. Just like speech comes after thought, blog comes after idea. Like a robotic arm, an extension of the human maneuverability.
Unfortunately(or so I am thinking as of now) it is not the case with me. Writing doesn’t comes to me as a natural extension of my brain, my thoughts. It comes to me rather as a ‘weapon’, I can’t describe exactly what does this weapon does, but yeah, that’s the exact word. It comes to me as a weapon. It comes third in the connection, it’s not directly connected. Instead of thought-blog, there’s this double layer of thought, thought-thought-blog. And due to that it no longer remains an extension, something one manipulates using his reflexes. It becomes a weapon, something one manipulates using his mind, with a fixed purpose in mind.
I feel a pang of jealousy when I see blogs which seem effortlessly written. And this is not something related at all to literary merit. If a post is written effortlessly, in a stream-of-consciousness manner, it will show itself. On the other hand, I always intend to control that stream. I don’t know if it’s good or bad or just a matter of style. It does feels a little unpleasant at times. In fact, it’s in this post, that I have tried to remain casual and write in an offhand, stream-of-consciousness manner.
They must have had an easy time blogging away their thoughts. Well, I don’t.