Knock! Knock!
Anyone there?
That’s what the reader in me invariably keeps asking the writer within me.
The reason for this questioning between the two personas within me, is because of the long days of inactivity in my beloved blogspace!
There is a constant tussle between these two personas with each trying to convince and reason with the other, and present an explanation for the need to be more proactive with the pen or the inability to do so.
Undoubtedly, the reader in me, wins the case, leaving the writer within me in a motivated state of mind to add ink to paper, yet again.
These days, I find little time to dedicate to one activity very dear to me…and that is expressing myself through my writings. May be, the reader within me starts craving for some scripted tidbits from the writer within me to munch on.
Makes me wonder, why so?
Is it that perhaps, every writer writes foremost for himself. His expressions, somewhere, are a reflection of the taste in reading, harboured by the reader inside him.
This is to say that, I am, my own reader first. Having written a piece of text, I validate with myself about my satisfaction level with it. Only when I can positively acquiesce its appeal as a worthy read, am I open to let other readers share in it.
So…the Author reads his work, first… thereby himself becoming the foremost reader of his pennings, always!
It’s almost like a partial disjunction, of sorts. The words you see before you are your own. But you are looking at them not as their creator, but as a receiver…and you identify them differently. You absorb the sound of those words in your experience as a reader… a role invariably and effortlessly assumed by you. And in that moment of primary readership, you look at the scribbling and think, I really like this…really like what I’m reading!
The disjuncture ends, as the reader within you, having approved of the writing before him, retreats, to now let the author, welcome more readers to the reading fore.
This is perhaps, how a writer reads, and the reader writes.
And thence, the journey…the cycle continues.
There is a constant tussle between these two personas with each trying to convince and reason with the other, and present an explanation for the need to be more proactive with the pen or the inability to do so.
Undoubtedly, the reader in me, wins the case, leaving the writer within me in a motivated state of mind to add ink to paper, yet again.
These days, I find little time to dedicate to one activity very dear to me…and that is expressing myself through my writings. May be, the reader within me starts craving for some scripted tidbits from the writer within me to munch on.
Makes me wonder, why so?
Is it that perhaps, every writer writes foremost for himself. His expressions, somewhere, are a reflection of the taste in reading, harboured by the reader inside him.
This is to say that, I am, my own reader first. Having written a piece of text, I validate with myself about my satisfaction level with it. Only when I can positively acquiesce its appeal as a worthy read, am I open to let other readers share in it.
So…the Author reads his work, first… thereby himself becoming the foremost reader of his pennings, always!
It’s almost like a partial disjunction, of sorts. The words you see before you are your own. But you are looking at them not as their creator, but as a receiver…and you identify them differently. You absorb the sound of those words in your experience as a reader… a role invariably and effortlessly assumed by you. And in that moment of primary readership, you look at the scribbling and think, I really like this…really like what I’m reading!
The disjuncture ends, as the reader within you, having approved of the writing before him, retreats, to now let the author, welcome more readers to the reading fore.
This is perhaps, how a writer reads, and the reader writes.
And thence, the journey…the cycle continues.
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Good for people to know.
You're really gifted... :D
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