I recently got a comment on my blog saying that success is more of a show, a put up rather than a reality. Well, the comment was regarding a travel blog and probably the person implied about the site referred to, but even in the milieu of writing, with so many eminent and stylish artists on the planet, each one of them having a chromosomal ingenuity it is necessary to feel that you are close to being a success rather than writing in futility.
Ofcourse, had everyone written solely for gaining a repute and standing out, we would not have a thesis, or revelry that makes up most of Literature. I am enamored by people who can read non-fiction and savor treatise and colossal theories, doctrines and interpretations.
If you are from the world of Literature, naturally you cannot disregrad the cumbersome yet efficacious process of thought filtering in volumes after volumes of propositional information. These are writers who are in communion with the artist and critiquing them so as to say, by their own syntax and assimilations. Such analysis and cognizant rapture put in discreetly or exploratively to enunciate something even more universal is absolutely a work of consistency.
Reading is one aspect to keep yourself updated on trends and contemporary topics. Nevetheless, true literature rarely has a clear subject or structure. Reading a page from one of the many classical writers, would elucidate that knowledge has not always been chained by logic.
So if you are one of those who sleep with a book tucked at the edge of your pillow, with not much to narrate yourself , you need not be dismayed by aspirations that might never take shape: of your ever getting a chance to tell your story to this world. The pursuit of metamorphosis into being something more extraordinary, and a confident storyteller would be only based on what kind of reception and improvisation that you bring to the complete experience of writing, reading and understanding.
Reciprocating the lessons you learn and imbibe should automatically churn into something good and engaging enough to read. Afterall, the choice of language and the grafting of emotions onto words is what makes up writing. If the writer does not enjoy the venture thoroughly, that notion expressed is not just incomplete, it falls short of a catharsis, that every writer aspires to expose through the rich texture of vocabulary.
