Do you know how it feels to finish writing 100 posts on your blog? I do. It’s absolutely nothing special. Of course if I would have begun writing this blog with an aim to write 100 posts, I’d be jumping in joy and probably giving up on the idea of writing more since I’d have accomplished what I wanted to. In my shoes however, I rather feel a lot of pressure building up on me because with this much writing experience, I’m going to be expected to deliver better from now on and that is going to fill me with an enormous amount of anxiety every time I gently slide my pen against the paper hereafter.
Honestly, there is some amount of joy somewhere inside me that I wrote a 100 posts but what makes me feel a tad more happy is the fact that it came so easily. Of course I had my days of good writing, bad writing and not writing at all. And as I look back on this whole writing experience, I see that it has been a colorful journey with a large gray patch dominating it – for yes, I had to struggle a lot to get ideas in a particular extra-stretched period and it got so worse that I was finally forced to put down the pen for a while in order to get myself in order and not write rubbish. That is why it would be a complete lie if I say that I didn’t go through any difficulties in this whole course of writing these posts and yet, I say it came easily – because I never looked forward to it. I have never written to reach a 100 or for that matter, any writing goal. I write because I love to. That’s all I would want to say about getting this far.
So far, so good. But what’s next? To be honest, this question has blown out my brains. I don’t know what do I write next, but I do know that I shouldn’t be writing what I wrote all this time. A few months ago I experimented with writing humor, I tried to flirt with the idea of satire and fortunately, it worked to some extent. I saw people reading and appreciating what I wrote and I grew very comfortable with the genre which is the reason why I’m, at this moment, in a strong position to take a deeper, more successful plunge in it and that is exactly why I want to break-free from this cliche I have surrounded myself with. I have always believed in not being a specialist of any kind. I don’t want tags. When you call me a writer, i don’t want an adjective to compliment it. I don’t want you to call me a funny or a serious writer or any kind of writer. I’m just a writer. Working with a genre, an idea, getting comfortable with it and just when you’re doing fairly well – breaking free from it to find something else is how I define versatility. And if I’m ever to be bestowed up on by any adjective, through my work I’d see that it’s nothing and nothing but versatile.
I see a lot has been said already, I should work towards it too. So allow me now to go and fumble and stumble and come back, walking tall.