Early morning class. Incomplete assignments. Overload. Time crunch (need to come up with a fancier/different term). Bored and blank and inattentive at class. Math. Last bench. Smartphone and laptop both dead so nothing to distract myself with. Half hour down into it I shove my notebook aside and pull out my 'Ramble Journal' notebook. And start scribbling away.
The next one hour was bliss! Instant teleportation into a nicer world. All mine. All spelt by the words I use. My opinions. My ideas. My view. The awesomeness vantage point! Beauty and well, for want of a better word, stand-still. I hadn't slept the night before class thanks to all the impending assignments; didn't have time to grab coffee or breakfast in the morning. So was almost cranky. Was looking forward to rush home at end of day and either hitting the sack or catching up with friends (read: force them to since I knew nobody would be around at the hour) or do 10 of the 20 things on my to-do list. But that one hour; one hour of letting all that mental rambling and futility of planning come down on paper and there was instant calm. I was suddenly refreshed and awake. And the entire day looked up from there on. I was suddenly chirpy and cheerful! Like I'd just had a night of restful sleep and sumptuous breakfast! It was amazing!
Novels have been my lifelong companion. Inspite of being the extrovert I've always been, my best friends at the end of the day were usually that couch and novel. For writing, I've lost count of the number of journals I've had over the years. Then came Yahoo 360 blog followed by Blogger. Enter computers and smartphones and reading's been reduced to articles and writing's tweetish status updates or Evernote scribbles. Novels are still something I don't seem to be able to repeal off everything else and sit down with. Feels like sin with the constraints on my time. To enjoy a good novel, I need to be away from distraction (all that jazz). Something I don't get unless I decide to go the woods lately, which I oftentimes do now.
But writing, oh writing! The simple power of picking up a pen and putting it to paper. Or even just a blog post like now. I'm writing this while with friends (who're right now bonding over trying to solve my math assignment for fun!). And I'm here typing away on my smartphone. I usually have better etiquettes than that, but so long it is not Facebook or Twitter or Whatsapp that I'm at, I feel my crime is presently not so bad. I'll make up for it with a cheerful post-blogging me ;)
So yes, writing has taken a precedence over my other hobbies lately and I wish the relationship stays..well..uncomplicated and committed! Hope I can someday graduate from just rambling to actually penning down something meaningful. But even if that doesn't happen anytime soon or ever at all, the writing would never stop for me. So long as there is parchment, I shalt scribble my heart out. Cheerio!
(Blogpost motivation: A friend and me were supposed to attend the weekly Writers' Guild meet today at my university that we missed. So counter deal was to update our respective blogs. Works!)
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