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This morning,
I had black coffee, not too strong, just enough for a jolt to my brain. A sip of near half a cup will work that jolt.
Coffee
drinkers would understand – it’s imperative that we have to have it first thing
in the morning. In order for aimless thoughts to start making sense, or the heavy legs to start trudging, a cuppa is needed. (Sorry, tea lovers!) J
Then, with
another half of a cup of black coffee more to go, I relaxed and let my mind
wander a fair bit. I can’t speak for other writers, but allowing my mind to
roam freely calms me and greatly helps in my creative writings. Like a comfort
blanket to a giddy heart. I do lots of introspection and retrospection in-between
but not holding on to a specific thought or matter. I let clarity sets itself.
I don’t force it.
More often
than not, an answer will appear or an idea will present itself. I get most of
the ideas, especially the titles for poems this way. Though most of the times,
I hesitate much on whether I should make it public once I finished composing
those poems or some flash-fictions. Some have not seen the light of day
yet, and perhaps never will. It’s ok. I write for myself, not for others. I
compose them to soothe/heal, to be contented, and to be whole. Again, like a
comfort blanket, but this time it’s to the soul.
And when the coffee has finished. What do I do next? ..... Simple....
The usual...
---> Contemplate on having a second cuppa. J
And when the coffee has finished. What do I do next? ..... Simple....
The usual...
---> Contemplate on having a second cuppa. J
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