Thursday 4 September 2014

Fuel

I have this very bad habit where I find videos on the internet and I watch them non-stop. Usually this happens in the middle of the night. And tonight is no different.

I have been watching interviews of Neil Gaiman and it has provided me what I think is fuel. I say this because words are flowing from my mind, to the screen - well, not literally  because if I did that literally I don't have to move ever again- which has long since been overdue.

I'm pretty sure it's the British accent that gets to me because everytime I think in a British accent I have to sit upright and my thoughts become clearer and also I tend to use posher words with elongated syllables somehow.

Charming. That's what I would use to describe Neil Gaiman's person. And probably 'weird' for his mind. Maybe throw in a little stardust too (I accidentally on purpose made a Gaiman pun and I'm feeling extremely pleased with myself).

When I listen to a really good writer talk about his/her really good writing the way I talk about the weather, it triggers something in me. I suppose that's why I'm subscribed to Tahereh Mafi and John Green on Youtube. I like watching them speak. It makes them realer to me because I have found that people can be witty over text but unable to speak at all in person. If they can do both then it really makes me happy because I want to be like that. Also, usually these authors are really big dorks. And I am a really big dork. See? I'm halfway there already.

Of course, I know there are millions of people out there, writing their arses off while I'm here day-dreaming about writing but not actually producing anything and that this dream is still far, far away from reach.

But when I watch these videos of great people speaking, I just get this itch. An itch in my back. No I'm serious my back was really itchy just now. And I start to question things. I start to wonder. I start to imagine. I start to ponder. I start plotting. I start booting up my laptop. I start opening a file. I start drafting. I start typing.

And it makes me so excited to know that I took one tiny step closer to my shiny writer dream.

Good night.

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