According to Malcolm Gladwell (read his Outliers book – 2008), one need to do something repeatedly for 10,000 hours to be a master in his / her chosen ‘obsession’ (yeah, that’s the definition of doing the same thing for approximately 1.24 years!). Leaning on his prose, I am going to do that; writing myself to death (almost) until I can exactly have the hang of it.
My goal? Well, apart from inevitably driving myself crazy, I am thinking of writing a book (he hopes!). Definitely I can see the long road ahead. Being an introvert (it has worsen now), putting yourself in forefront of people for any number of reason is an oxymoron. But then again, as I peruse my ramblings in this mashed up blog of mine, I rarely recognise the person that wrote all these!
That really get me intrigued and being the sucker to all things unexplained or rather mysterious, I decided to see where this will end. I mean, it’s like opening my skull and having an all access pass to my various parts of the brain and its curious nooks. Discovering oneself is one thing but mastering and hacking it to your advantage is another! In the end, the latter is what all geniuses and the successful people have in common; they understand how they tick and use it to their advantage.
Of course, they are other ways in doing so but writing is one thing I find quite challenging. Firstly because you need to organise your thoughts as you try to get it laid out in the open as coherent paragraphs and themes. My thinking isn’t all that clear. It’s like deciphering algebra in Russian for me.
And even if I have it all figured out (rarely so nowadays), I usually have the problem of uncontrolled gushed of thoughts that rushed out like Japanese bullet trains at rush hours. Too many ideas, thoughts, themes and insights that blared loudly for attention. Similarly chaotic is the dearth of inspirational sparks to carry on writing; imagine suddenly being stranded on some dry barren dessert with an empty water bottle.
Secondly, for the most part of my life, it has been like a leaky Titanic. Built hugely on hope and dreams of grandeur but ultimately faulty at every turn. Perhaps I wasn’t meant to be on this ship, rather destined to continue the journey of life on some humble makeshift raft. As long as it gets me to where I am heading, I shouldn’t mind for a more practical solution. I might find it enjoyable as well! In other words, I should be preparing myself for some abrupt changes in my life. And what more exciting (and nerve wrecking) than writing for a living as a backup plan!
Therefore, I will have to tap on this keyboard more often to hone my writing skills. But do expect the occasional hiccups and SOS calls from being stranded in some desolated dessert once in awhile. The key here is lighting up the fire of writing once again and pushing it close to a healthy obsession. I guess for the a good period of time, quantity will reign supreme against quality in this hallowed halls of writing-dom. Heh!