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Wednesday, 2 August 2006

a writer?

posted Tuesday, Feb 14, 1:48pm

have received a total of 2 compliments about my writing since I started this blog. Not bad considering that probably only 5 people have actually bothered to read what I've put up. These random stuff. (Now I have to paragraph, following my sister's suggestion for easy reading).



I don't consider myself an exceptional writer. Because I am not. But I do try to so-called "keep it real". Now that's just fake cos' that won't be the way I'd phrase it. Well, I try to be as sincere as I can that is. And as uncensored...to a point. Maybe the next step I'll take is to create sensations. Hmmm The New Paper here I come. Not. I don't think I'd like that. Not that I'm trying to be some kind of a writing snob who'll go all pooh pooh (in British accent) about those gossipy style of writing. I just don't see myself doing that. Just like I don't see myself as a full-time dancer, a performing artist, a phD student...and the list goes on.



When I was an idealistic literature student back in Junior College, I somewhat despised contemporary literature. I felt that everything that had SEX, VIOLENCE, POSTMODERNISM stamped all over them could be published. Especially the sex part. Oh, and stories revolving around women and their vanity (Sex and the City style no less). Not that I have anything against these themes, considering I am a closet fan now, BUT I just didn't think that many stories were as well thought out as those from the classic and modernist literature. Ironically however, I was a huge fan of DH Lawrence, whose favourite theme is of course LOVE/SEX (it seems that he thinks the two cannot be seen as separate entities). Anyway, now that I am erm, more mature, I see the beauty contemporary writing can offer. The least they can offer is digestible information packaged in simple language. The KISS rule - keep it simple suckers.



Am currently reading a book called Girls' Poker Night. Getting through the last few chapters. It's actually an extremely light-hearted, no brainer sort of read. The kind you won't mind reading after a hard day's work. Not much work for the brain, but yes, very entertaining. I'll talk about the book in a separate entry, but the point I was about to make is the style of the writing - brilliantly casual. Annoying at times, because it sometimes defies all rules of formal writing I am so accustomed to in school. But absolutely catchy and non-threatening. I should learn to write like that. Sort of.



But I do realise something. Sometimes the harder you try, the more fake it'll seem, and thus the less successful you'll be. Because it seems more pretentious, poser-like, and thus less sincere. Especially when it's in the form of a blog. Unless you're writing a review or article of some sort of course. I think this is my problem, trying to reconciliate my idea of good writing with the desire to speak from the heart and have one of those verbal diarrhoea kind of thing. Okay, back to the start, learn to be a good writer. Wait, I lost my train of thought. Nevermind. Shit. I realise I am really bad at this paragraph thing.

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