Of late, I had the pleasure to meet with someone who revered the art of writing. I was fascinated to learn that in her opinion, the process of writing is simply to write. I was confounded. It is a major felony to fetter the art of writing to be of plebeian text and stylistic semantics.
To write is not to fill in the blanks. It is a potent portal to communicate, to vent, to defend, to celebrate, to protect, and to annihilate. For the discerning few, writing is a beguiling scepter. It weaves a magical world quite unlike the ordinary. Once entered, it is a splendid showcase of a writer’s emotional intellect worthy of the highest accolade.
Why is writing a linguistic realm reserved for the special few - notably thinkers, dreamers and storytellers? Because only they have the blueprint to this mysterious play of thought processing, idea conception and text precision.
Not unlike the mind of scientists and inventors, writers commonly deconstruct, conjure and refine. The final product is rich, bold and seductive. It is important that writers do not tease. Embellished sentences devoid of content and intrigue will soon cease to enthuse.
When you write, the mind enters a labyrinth. Any attention to excite, or to provoke requires a writer to ideate. Not in writing as yet, but in thought processing. Writing begins the minute you have a notion, or a voice. Continuity ensues, from your intuition while you percolate. Finally what you get is concise thoughts. Pure, incisive and riveting.
In-depth writing requires precision thinking. Every word endeavors. Not a word less or more to think otherwise.
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