21/02/2016 by Siddiqui Fayesal
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed
I came across this interesting quote last week and I was immediately impressed with it. The source of the quote is a bit iffy; like a lot of such quotes, this too, has been attributed to Ernest Hemingway.
He is known to have come up with a few gems like this one here:
I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.
Anyway, like I’ve mentioned before, the best (and, by default, the most difficult) part of writing is writing itself. The idea of sitting at a typewriter and bleeding the words out sounded too romantic to let it go without trying it out. The biggest reason why I have immense respect for writing prompts is that they inject discipline in the person trying hard to be a writer.
A friend told me once (I’m not sure who, again) that a writer is a person who Writes.
Writing is the biggest impediment to the craft. I’ve heard a lot of people say this and have read it over and over again over many forums and groups that the discipline of the very act that your craft revolves around is the only way around to mastering it. I know that the 10,000 hour rule has been debunked and proven to be nothing but a romanticism of the art, but perhaps that was just an abstract reasoning not meant to be measured in absolutes. Yeah, the part where itself speaks in absolute values kinda weakens my arguments, but the point I’m trying to make is that any form of expertise (as much as an expertise is possible in storytelling and writing), the biggest roadblock is the ‘not giving up’ part.
Around last week, I chanced upon the movie Whiplash. I hadn’t really bothered to see it when it was released a year ago. I didn’t think too much of it. I saw it only because I was staying at a friend’s place for a night and we just sort of began watching it an the recommendation of another friend.
Since then, I have seen that last 10 minute if the movie innumerable times. I’m sure I’m not the only one.
That seriousness and passion and the drive is only an extension of the amount of practice put in. Many won’t really understand that part when he breaks up with his girlfriend because he genuinely believes that she wouldn’t understand that he wouldn’t be able to give her time and that would break her heart. Now, I’m not saying that I agree with it completely. I mean, I wouldn’t break up, but I do understand that little part when any time spent not doing what you really like doing, is like stealing from your own locker.
I know what it feels like to not wanting to be a part of a social weekend group. I know that I choose that for myself. Apart from very few friends I prefer the solitude and would rather spend my weekends alone rather than get together with friends and watch a movie. I hate that like poison. Especially, if it is sort of like a ritual. I know people who go to see movies simply ‘because it’s there’ and that they have nothing better to do. How can one person NOT have a hobby where the aim is to simply get better!
I know, know. I’m judging and I shouldn’t be judging. After all, to them, I’m the weirdo.
But, of my Sundays and Saturdays (half of it. I work till 3) are infringed by things that I haven’t planned myself, I hate it. I do meet friends on and off. I do socialise, but only on my own terms.
My writing is what i would rather do. I really apologise to my circle when I have to keep saying no to them. I know it must be mighty irritating and might sound obnoxious, but I really can’t do much about it.
The 10,000 hour rule might be bogus, but to write better I have to keep writing. Writing everyday. Be it at this blog, or for bookhad, or working on any collaborative pieces or the supposed book I am working on. ANYTHING, as long as I do that one bit that justifies the air I breath!
I might not be bleeding over my typewriter just yet, but one day there’s going to be a bloodbath!