Well, Just Another Writer With Self-diagnosed Obsessions

Obsessions. Oh boy, I forced myself into a corner there, didn’t I?

If I say all that I want to say, or I have to say, about obsessions, this one will become an essay and well, apart from few selected one (Read all the members of TPIB), no one wants that. Sadly for them, those poor people are stuck with me.

Label it what you want, obsessions, darkness, need for perfection, habits, ticks, the fact will always remain unchanged. We all have these awkward habits that screw with us every day.

Some are pathological obsessives, and for them I still lack the experience to suggest anything. So, sorry, this article isn’t for you. Oh wait, for the less obsessed I do not have any suggestions either. So you’re doomed either way.

Isn’t that the way it is supposed to be?

You are obsessive, so you cannot be normal, you know, the age old dogma. If I count all my obsessions, I’ll be the perfect candidate for human experiments in mental asylums. Rather than counting them out in a bulleted list, so that they are clear for the skimmer, I’ll be my usual self and hint them between the lines.

I don’t know if you know it or not, but I write when I listen to metal. Metallica, Slipknot, Slayer, Megadeth and Opeth, these are the bands, in the aforementioned order, to whom I listen to while I write. Most of the time, I write well when I travel. At least I believe that to be true. I am a horrible writer, considering the norm, but I do love what I write when I travel.

I need chaos to be productive.

And I read, man, I read a lot of crap. Infomercials, technical notes, software guides, shit, I even read the ingredients label on most commercial edible items. The only thing I struggle reading is fiction. Talk about irony. I want to write fiction, but I do not like reading fiction. I read the manuals because, well, I do not like asking others for help.

Maybe that wasn’t such a good example. Shit, I’m self-diagnosing, aren’t I?

What else? I follow a time table, well, sort of a makeshift time table. There is an order, but I do not follow it minute by minute. Its 12:01, I need to shit. No that’s not possible for me.

Argh, in case it wasn’t clear, man I’m a shitty writer, I’ll tell you my schedule. Well, sort of a schedule. But if I do, it will become a long article, so, you know, you’ve been warned or whatever.

I wake up around 6:30-ish, I check out all my emails and I answer to all of them in the next ten minutes. I hate a messy inbox, are you forgetting, I am obsessive. And after going through all the delicacies of early morning hours, I leave my home around 7:30. Should I add –ish again?

OK, by 7:35 I reach the taxi stand, it’s a twenty to thirty minute ride, depending on the traffic, to the metro station. In that period, I write about the weather, what I think about the person sitting next to me, traffic, oh, a lot about traffic, and everything else that I feel motivated enough to write.

7:55, let’s say 8:00, I’m at metro, twenty minute ride to the station where I have to get off, time for some metal. And, in that same period, I extend one of the portions from the notes that I took in the taxi. Twenty minutes, and, if luck is on my side, I end up with a rough draft of some seven to eight hundred words.

I write a lot about my surroundings, so I always have material, or inspiration, to write.

8: 20 to 8:25, again there are variables, I start walking towards the bus stand, it’s roughly ten minute walk. Once I’m inside the bus, it’s a five minute journey. I get off one stand before my destination and then, it’s another ten minute walk. So twenty minute walking. We are done with the morning workout, right?

8:55, let’s give it some grace period, I’m at the café inside the campus, and I order my breakfast. I sit, it takes some ten minutes for the food to come, so we have ten minute time frame to polish our article.

9:30, we are done with the article, if you consider my writing to be article worthy, and we can focus on our professional life. Around 10:45 or 11:00, I go for a coffee break and there we have a ten-fifteen minute grace period to discuss everything under the sun.

Back to work. 1:00, its lunch. And we have our reading period, of course on my smartphone, I cannot read a book and eat, it becomes complicated. An hour or so, we are back in lab. One more coffee break, around 3:45 or 4:00, and the final stretch until 5:00. What? I need coffee, sue me.

30 minute unwinding period, that’s a necessity, or I’ll kill someone, and I leave for home. Roughly, a ninety minute journey, with a period of thirty minute or so, in which I can write and I do, I’m at home.

Shit. I do follow a schedule by minute, don’t I?

Well, it’s about to be damn straight chaos now. From now onwards, there is no order of events, I drink tea, coffee, another coffee, don’t judge me, I’m an addict. And I read, like shitload of reading, of course, not lab related. I never bring my work to my home and vice-versa.

9:00 clock, blog posting, on WordPress, Medium and sketches on Instagram. And check out the articles that I bookmarked previous night.

So, 7:00 to 9:30, I consume a lot of caffeine and I read and post a shitload of crappy material, oh, and, metal. Do not forget metal. Half an hour dinner, and we are ready to write some fiction. And if not fiction, at least some horrible article.

After banging my head against the table, or what we technically call creativity, I type all that I can. Making it pretty comes later. And after an hour or so comes the final unwinding period. I take off my headphones by this point, and look through my hard-disk for movies or TV shows I can watch. An hour of TV, and two or three hours of chatting, I am horribly exhausted.

And bam, no sleep. Shit, I hate you insomnia.

It became too boring and banal, didn’t it? Maybe that is what we call obsession.


via Three Great Ways to Stay Motivated Enough to Blog

As someone who has experienced that feeling twice, I can say without any doubt, these are some simple and yet great motivational tips. And indeed, the only thing that kept me blogging through all of that was my passion for writing, writing about the things I wanted to write. I wrote for my sake, not for the views. Lucky for me, I did get the views nonetheless, but the passion for writing is the only necessity to continue blogging.

The 10 Biggest Mistakes I Made in my First Year Blogging

A must read for all the new bloggers out there.

Giles Meets World

There are some people that take to blogging and smash it out of the park straight away, getting lots of followers and views in a very short time… But like most of us, I wasn’t one of those people. When I started out writing on my blog, I actually began to lose traffic as time went on, and all because I was making a lot of the mistakes below…

I am still far from the blogging pro, but I’ve learned a massive amount in this time about what’s worked and what hasn’t that I wanted to share. So in this post I’m going to take you through the 10 biggest mistakes I made in my first year of blogging, and what I’ve learnt.

1 – Not putting my readers first

This is definitely the biggest problem I had, and probably the biggest problem for most blogs out there… Putting readers…

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How To Stay Motivated To Write – Personal Blogging 102

There is a quote by Stephan Hawking that I love, it goes like this, “Every generation stands on the shoulder of those who have gone before them.”

If there is one particular thing I’m unbelievably passionate about, it’s writing, and maybe music. All right, there are two things I’m unbelievably passionate about.

Sure, every now and then, I end up writing about writing, but isn’t it fair? If something changed your life, or at least improved it significantly, you are bound to talk about it, over and over again.

Another little detail I’ve shared on many occasion is this, “I struggled with writing for 18 months before I started writing everyday. As much as I’ve written in last four months, I haven’t written that much in my life before that.”

Now you might ask what changed.

Sure, I committed, surely, I tried working with passion but those two qualities, I had worked with them before too. They didn’t seem to work then.

OK, enough suspense.

I started blogging, reading blogs and writing blog posts. The first part is relevant because the manner in which a blog is written is entirely different than the manner in which, say, an academic paper, or fiction is written. They are two different art forms, even though both of them share the common medium of written words.

If you ever get the displeasure of knowing me in person, you’ll realize I’m your stereotypical obnoxious idiots who is obsessed with perfection.

Writing is art, every one has different taste. There is no such thing as perfection when it comes to the art of written words. Something that is appreciated by one person might feel like total crap to someone else. It is to be expected.

Simplest advice, embrace imperfections, we are humans and we are full of our faults.

It’s all right.

We tend to believe we are in control, but in reality, all we have is nothing but an illusion of control. There is no such thing as fiction, every dialogue, every scene, every plot, it’s inspired by something that actually happened to author or something that he or she witnessed.

The simplest and most basal motivator why we started blogging was rather cliched. We wanted our voice to be hard. If you believe otherwise, you’re just lying to yourself.

Almost everything that we write is written for ourselves, to process ideas, to brainstorm, to introspection or to capture a moment, all of that is done through words.

Better to write for yourself and have no public than to write for public and have no sense of self – Cyril Connolly.

To summarise, I’m just rambling to clarify one simple thing. Write for yourself. I’ve said it hundred times. I’m not joking, I’ve literally written hundred posts saying the same things.

Do not worry about anything else. Write. The only way you find your writer’s voice is by writing, not by some computational analysis.

The Art of “How Not To Write”

Why do I do this,

Over and over again.

Why do I create chaos among my peace.

I’m not ugly in your conventional sense. I do not wish to cut someone’s throat.

I’m ugly in the sense that I believe in treating your fellow beings as equal. I do not believe that a women can’t be president or that they cannot run a fortune 500 company, whatever the hell that is.

In the end, it doesn’t really matter what you think of me, I mean, probably, it’ll matter to you, or you’ll think it matters to you, but in reality, whatever you think of me, is just a little sketch of the whole picture. Or the thought.

This ostentatious and heavy words that we use, they are limited by their capability.

For example, just to convey what all went through my head, as I started writing it and as it drifted towards something unplanned, would require more time and words than it did in my head. I know I’m talking very clumsily but that is the point I’m trying to make.

By now, I’ve lost the attention of most of you and those who thought that I do not know how to write, those were the exact people I wanted to avoid. See, if you’re looking for tips and advice on writing genre fiction, I’m not the guy you want to meet. If you want to write certain words that’ll impact someone’s view of world, then maybe, just maybe, I’m the guy who can guide you.

Something occurred to me today. Lately I’ve been trying to change the way I write, I’d been writing the way it’ll be at the level of fourth graders, after all, that’s the acceptable limit if you want your words to be popular. All that I’ve written so far, and by association you’ve read so far, isn’t grammatically incorrect, yet most of the people who dictate what sort of words will be published will try to tell you I’m the writer you should avoid.

See, writing like this, it comes so easy to me. And if I try to write the way genre fiction is written, I’ll end up choking on my words. I’ll end up thinking of the perfect word to describe the emotion, perfect adjective to ornate the quality I’m trying to highlight and I’ll do that simply because it’ll be the acceptable writing. Writing that can be popularised for general public.

But then, I hate common idiotic people and that’s what they are. And by this point, I’ll lose most of the remaining readers who have made till this point. But that’s all right. Because now I’m talking to someone who really feels suffocated by what acceptable writing has become.

Have you ever noticed how the slightest ticks send you in a frenzy of flashbacks? It all happens in brief microseconds. In few seconds, you recall events that took years to occur and yet you recalled, you remembered all of them in few seconds. It seems like such a complex paradox and yet it happens. So why do we don’t write like that? Clumsy writeups aren’t acceptable, isn’t that what everyone says? Isn’t that what I’ve been repeating over and over again by now?

You tell me, I wanted to convey one simple thought and yet I’ve taken so many words and such valuable time out of your busy like. How much time has really passed?

Maybe it’s stupid, after all, I could have simply made the point I wanted to make in ten words. But then you wouldn’t remember it after ten hours or maybe ten days. Somehow we believe that the more we suffer, or give effort, whichever one suits you well, the more profound the learning, or lesson, was. Just to throw you off further of the radar, I could add a exhilarating life experience. That always works.

Tell me this, in the time that has passed so far, since the moment you started reading this, and started cussing me for all the crap that I’m throwing at you, were you simply reading my words? Or in the back of your head, while reading these words, you thought of all the moments out of your life where this words might have related with you more? Probably the second one. No, I’m not a magician or a psychic, it’s just the raw truth about human consciousness. And yet, so far, I haven’t used one word that would have required you to open a dictionary or whatever else you use, Google is a popular and convenient alternative. By now, whoever has made it till here, I’ve done all that I wanted to do. I’ve made you question, maybe not the writing process, but definitely something that will someday end up having an importance in your life. And if I didn’t, then I definitely taught you how not to write.

I’d prefer if it’s the first one.


Via Daily Prompt: Black

Write Down Your Life

Last week, on the perfectly imperfect bunch, the weekly theme was poetry. Now I do not consider myself to be a good poet but I can capture odd emotions in intricate metaphors (I did it just now). Sadly, I wasn’t in the right mindset to participate in last week’s theme. The reason for that was simple yet complicated. In simplest term, I had a rough week. Revisiting the details will only be unnecessary considering the fact that I’ve captured them with details in these three posts.

Eternal Sadness Cloaked With Brief Smiles

My Words Betrayed Me Today

A Man’s Journey Through His Own Hell

Now if you go through them, you’ll find a boy, not a man, walking through his doubts. The point I’m trying to focus on, right now, is that writing out these three posts did something brilliant. I had a phase like this quite a long ago. The only difference was, it wasn’t three days. It thirty months. Would you like to know another difference? I’d have gone in the spiral for thirty months again if I didn’t write it all out. I’m sure of it. As sure as anyone can ever be.

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Taking Notes: Importance for Amateur Writers

Two weeks. I know it doesn’t seem like too long but if you are trying to write writing advice, then believe me, fourteen days could be too much. There will be a point when you’ll run out of good advice and you’ll only depend on superficial things. Lucky for me, I have ten different authors here at The Perfectly Imperfect Bunch and in case, you’ve missed either of their work, you can find it in the footer widget under contributing authors. Check them all out. It is a humble request from a narcissistic piece of shit and these requests do not come that often. Jokes aside, I cannot show the appreciation I have for this imperfect bunch. They are all very good friends and they have given me a lot.

So this week, here on TPIB, the weekly theme was “Writing Routines,” and just like previous week, I decided to write the final post summarizing all the contributed posts (Being an administrator perk).

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What Writing Did For Me

This is a long post. I’ve this habit to make everything quite dramatic. So if reading some random thousand words isn’t your cup of tea, you can skip this post. And if you’re still here, step inside and see the devil in I.

Sometimes we do certain things for no apparent reason. And if you ponder the reasons for that, your mind only draws blank after blank. None of it will make any sense because it never makes sense. The first time I tried to rhyme words, I had no idea why I was doing it. It just made sense. That’s all. As if there was a place where I finally belonged.

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