On writing

By day, she devours every sound, sight and sense around her.

By night, she pours her soul onto her writing instrument.   A catharsis entertained by the dim light of her bedside lamp.

And then she sleeps.

Be pretentious and write of what is untrue to yourself.  Be arrogant and write with words unfamiliar to yourself.  Be selfish and write in a language confined to yourself.


Be true and write of what is close to your heart.  Be humble and write with the simple words you speak.  And be generous and write with the openness that invites all to love, laugh and learn with you.


P.S. Writing that is pretentious, arrogant and selfish is best kept under one’s pillow.


You can write.  After all, you have all the tools you need – words.

Words are all you need to write a story you want to tell.  Words are all you need to write a poem you want to rhyme.  Words are all you need to write a lullaby you want to sing.

And words are most definitely all you need to write a love letter you want to send.

Just write, and let every word be from your heart.

‘Hello World!’  How very suitable.  For a writer that has been secretly writing for all her lifetime to just decide to open up her books to the world, ‘Hello World!’ is most appropriate.  After years of writing behind locked doors and keeping pieces of writings on scraps of papers hidden in bedside drawers to today where she displays herself to the world, ‘Hello Word!’ is most befitting.  From believing that every string of words she puts together is hers and hers alone to read, to wanting to share her literary creations to the world, ‘Hello World!’  is just right.

A very long time ago, a professor told me that once a writing is published it doesn’t belong to the writer anymore.  That made me hold on even more.  How dare anyone lay eyes on any of my bundle of words without my consent. I pick and choose whomever I bestow the honor and privilege to read my word creations.  How could I lay them out there for anyone to read.  How would anyone have the audacity to interpret meaning as he pleases from my pieces.  Each was written of a certain time and of a certain experience.  And that is all they stood for.  My writings were not open for interpretation, until today.

Why not then? Why not later?  Why now?  I don’t have the answer.  All I know is that now it feels right.  Now I feel ready to share, to say it out loud.  Now I’m ready to let go of my darlings that I have long protected, overprotected.  One by one, I will let go to the world.

Today I give you a piece of me, part of my core, what I am made of, my composition in words and rhythm.  Open for interpretation.  I belong to you now.  Judge me, criticize me, interpret me.  I let go to you.

And so ‘Hello World!’  is just perfect to start this journey.