The Writers' Disillusionment

The delusion of  writing is self-created.
Picture ref: Sewickley Public Library

Write for the sake of writing. No need to be logical. No need to be coherent. No need to make sense. No need to put in energy. No need to disguise thought behind archaic linguistic symbolism.


When I started blogging some years back, I made a resolution to myself. The resolution was to write five hundred words everyday. It went on for a long time, it was like an exercise for me. Everyday sitting in front of my computer, I used to think what I write about. The words came intuitively, and I wrote as the stream of thoughts dictated me to write. Writing, just like any other activity, requires consistency. Consistency is the keyword here. Psychological research conducted in the field of habits tell us that if an activity is continued for sixty-six days, then it becomes a habit.

There is a rhythm in a habit. The body started to ache, if the normal routine is not followed. But then what happen with me? Why couldn't I continue with my old habit? I guess the answer is that writing didn't become my habit. It was more a way to exhaust my feeling in words. The text I wrote was just a polemic that I couldn't speak out normally. It was more like shouting in a million march. No matter how high you speak, the voice only echos back to you. The louder the shout, the greater the disillusionment that my words are working magic. I don't care what people think about whatever I said in the last years. I don't want them to be heard or taken heed of.

During the process of writing , I forget that the important activity was NOT to make sense of the world around me. The big annals of history and philosophy are full of crazy ideas. It is upon the person, to make sense of them. But the writer misses the point, these annals of history are not made to make sense at all. It is just a disillusionment that we find connection in the process of understanding. The universe is not forced to subscribe to our laws. It doesn't make sense that weird human logic is able to comprehend a tiny part of the universe and then assumes that everything everywhere else is forced to pertain the same laws.

So now I think that, I would just write. Write for the sake of writing. No need to be logical. No need to be coherent. No need to make sense. No need to put in energy. No need to disguise thought behind archaic linguistic symbolism. No need to rethink or reword. It should the pure flow that matters. This will my logic of writing from now on.