A casual note from a Tired Writer who cannot stop procrastinating (share if you agree)

 

Procrastination .The issue that everyone has. The excuse given by that exceptionally smart kid in class who could become the president on the moon yet chooses to be the biggest slacker in the class.  The actual reason behind a barrage of uncompleted assignments and commitments. The reason that holds us back in our tracks to success.

I have been procrastinating a lot lately when it comes to publishing new blog posts. My brain was absolutely refusing to churn out a new idea for the schedule and my hands were refusing to type out any stupid idea that randomly sprang in my head. In my defense, I would like to say that I was busy painting and playing games. I mean, if you scratched the games part, I could’ve done some writing but whatever. Let’s...not go there. Ahem

Speaking of which, the weather is rainy. If you live in the southernmost region of India, the weather is tropical and humid. Our lands were starved of water, so today was blessed by a bountiful bout of rain (why do I sound like a proud king who looks after his peoples lands?). The previous day, my grandmother fell sick and I was scared out of my mind. I slept so hard that I couldn’t even hear my alarm go off at dawn which ended up in me missing the Morning Prayer. Cold winds were blowing throughout the day, forcing us to remain within the confines of our rooms’ warmth. Cold mornings are so hard to go through, like my skin physically can’t stand the cold water’s touch. In order to stay in touch with the literary world, I was going through some books online and had this increasingly wild idea to write a book compiling my past experiences and the changes I went through. I was so hyped, so pumped that I even whipped up a prologue for it. I attempted to name it ‘Blue Lies’, a rather metaphorical way of describing the lies we sometimes use to cover up how we really feel on the inside.  I used the color ‘blue’ to emphasize that we sometimes lie to protect that sadness inside us from spilling out .Upon further research, I realized I was no genius since that kind of lies are already called ‘white lies’. And I thought mine had such a romanticizing ring to it. I guess I really need to wake up the slumbering poet inside me. I used to be a banger poet as a ninth-grader. Poetry has a sentimental baseline to it. It requires us to be emotional somehow and nowadays, I can’t stand the thought of relieving pain to write a poem about it, let alone write an essay about it. I’d rather experience the bad things when they arrive. I haven’t written a single poem since 2020 and I mildly cannot regret it since the earliest poems that I had written were the cringe and embarrassing musings of a romantic teenager. And it is gross and un-becoming of me to even mention those stupid lines of sentiments that I had written. Let us all admit that we have had one embarrassing line of poetry that shall haunt us till the end.

Anyways, I did some more research about writing a book and realized that I need to sort out the timeline and the characters. Admittedly, this took up a whole hour out of my designated writing time and even then I was nowhere near finished. I want to write a non-fiction so I have to get my facts straight and ordered to fit the story. It sounds boring, I know. I can hear you from a mile away booing at my decision but please give me a chance. I want to explore human emotions in my story. I want it to be more about feelings and less cliché. I want it to be raw and real. I genuinely want to smash the hearts of my readers with sadness and happiness after reading it.

Heh. Strong words coming from someone who hasn’t even come up with the full story yet.

On this note, I want to end this atrociously short article by requesting my readers to please dish out there opinions on what the next article should be.  I am a measly child who can’t keep churning out fantastical ideas everyday so readers, it is your turn to let me know what I should write about next! if you don't...I will be standing by your doors at midnight.