TOPSY TURVY

Looking back into my previous post, I had just realized how stupid I wrote it. For a writing which contains my important rebirth – my reconciliation with the relationship I hated to love, it was nothing short of pathetic. Now I can finally conclude my theory of writing – I can only write well when uninspired, otherwise, I mess up the whole thing.

If William Shakespeare would write under the condition I am supposed to write best at, he might end up scribbling deep words we barely understand. For short, he’d just make a bloody mess. I’m sure all of us know that Master Shakespeare’s brilliant manuscripts are products of his brilliantly love-driven writing. I, on the other hand, must not be in love to produce something that is good (of course I wouldn’t say “produce something Shakespearean” although it is tempting too but I am not of a high caliber to say so) I don’t know how I came about with this uninspired motivation to write but it sure does work for me.

Perhaps the only explanation to my bad writing due to inspiration of a muse is that instead of thinking of an effective way of expressing my feelings is that I end up thinking only about her. Pathetic you may say, for people usually need inspiration to be able to write beautifully. But I don’t know. Perhaps you need to suck her of my memory before I’ll be able to write something good.

This uninspired writing inspiration is pointing nowhere. I can’t write again. Oh well, now you know why. *Wink*