I don’t know
I don’t know how many drafts I have written over time which never were put anywhere. Some a lot better than the published ones, left under the keys of the keyboard. Hidden. Even these stories, they remain, not to be read by anyone. My mood varies. I mostly write here in the evening. I like evenings. I don’t even know when I should head to new paragraphs. Now?
Oh, does this look better? How do I hop such easily from thoughts to thoughts? But, it’s to be least cared about since this is a thoughts blog. I don’t even put it through grammarly. Funny. Proof reading seems effort taking. I just let it flow, what comes to my mind, I write. Sometimes I start thinking a lot. I start thinking how writing something would gratify any reader reading. But, with no recognition I come more and more to terms with how I write for myself. For posts I put up on platforms like Quora, I read it again and again even after it’s posted. I find a lot of mistakes there. I often don’t correct them because I don’t like to update once posted. I’m not good with words. I repeat terms and phrases. I don’t diversify my vocabulary. I read a lot but not with such focus to improve deliberatly on my writing style. My tenses. Present, past and future, I mess up with them in stories so bad. I break not-so-common grammar rules because sometimes it’s just the way it is. Yes, it should be good to read but I also want it to be better with respect to the language I’m writing in. Everything is also a part of self satisfaction, significantly that. A lot of people write, try writing. People write, publicise their writing. I don’t know how much of it is for themselves. I don’t like much of normally written poetry. Sorry, how did I get there.
I think I should start writing better, get my vocabulary fixed and learn phrases. Improve, because I like this. On anther side, I’m taking a music theory course and learning violin. My creative juices are certainly flowing this summer.
Let’s see where I get.
