All plan and no action

Step stone art work at Brickell Park in Miami
Step stone art work at Brickell Park in Miami

Strange art of success

isn’t in counting down the steps

it’s stepping forwards

The yellow caps

Yellow hats at a construction site - Unsplash.com
a silent trancing in the ears
arms swinging to the tone
unchallenged my path ahead
and sleepy eyes that wander by

yellow hats bobbing beside
in blazing orange jackets
heavy-soled workers' shoes
and stained knee cap pants

marching all in a single file
heading towards the incomplete
labouring in the wintry breeze
for wages to drown the hunger rage

eyes filled with expectation
life devoid of all reputation
board faces and pale skins
and hearts full of wonderment

bottle of water swinging in hand
and as empty stomach urging on
walk soldiers defenders of homes
jobs to be done, for bills to be paid

strolling along next to me
close enough, not enough to smear
anger or even a trace of reality
for their's fulfilment in construction

Image source: Unsplash.

The why of writing

“So I heard you have a habit of writing every day?”

That’s the clear winner if there’s ever a contest for the silliest thing you can ask a writer.

And yet it still confounds many that a writer would, after all, write. Although I can see how the confusion arises, it’s surprising that we’re now part of a society where corporate copywriters aren’t writers in real life.

It all started with a colleague who raised their eyebrows as I admitted to writing every day. They couldn’t understand the reason. Why would I spend an hour or so every morning writing, before I started work which was alsoโ€”writing?

As I stood there, stumped, I realised I didn’t have a ready-made answer. No, it wasn’t because “I love writing” or because “I’ve always imagined myself a writer” or because “I don’t know anything else.” Although those statements ring true in many ways, it’s also true that they’re resumรฉ answersโ€”something you’d say to impress a potential employer into giving you the job.

I have different reasons.

For one, it was my writing habit that landed me a career as a copywriter. And despite writing countless types of pieces at work, I still don’t write what I want, the way I want. And for a good reason, too, because a corporate copywriter shouldn’t possess a powerful personal tone that disrupts the business’s tone. Therefore everything I write depends on the company, its offering, and audience. When I come home after a day of such scrutinised writing, all I can think of is work. Not only do I don’t have time for myself, but my thoughts revolve around work as well. The mind goes around in circles in constant debate and debacleโ€””perhaps I should’ve used a better title for the blog, or added a banner image, or tweeted it out with a GIF.”

Dabble in this long enough, and you’ll wane. A writer who’s lost the ability to expand beyond work isn’t far from losing the ability to write altogether.

Consider those who write only emails all day. They become accomplished at conveying their purpose in an email, but when asked to write something differentโ€”a comment on social media, a guest blog, a webpage, or even a catchy advertisementโ€”they’d crumble under pressure. The reason? They no longer have the creative spark to think outside email jargon.

A full-time copywriter isn’t any better. The longer they seep in familiar territory, the more comfortable they become. They get used to using certain phrases and styles and avoiding others that don’t sit well with the business they write for. And it’s often already too late when they realise they’d forgotten how it feels to come up with something unconventional. When a writer foregoes the spine-tingling sensation that results from framing an excellent metaphor, or the jubilance that emanates from dropping a witty pun, a writer ceases to exist. What remains is the shell of a person who can create ideal corporate content.

That’s why I write every dayโ€”to keep the chaos within alive. I don’t write flawless pieces in my blog. I don’t put forth impeccable grammatical sentences or distinguished vocabulary. What I do write, instead, is random thoughts, scribblings, and haikuโ€”all the things that help me remember why I still write.

Colourful

Ocean Drive, South Beach, Miami

Paths aren’t black or white

people ain’t just good or bad

a spectrum is life


Photo: Ocean Drive, South Beach, Miami

Past

Letter from son to father about the progress of his farm, State Capitol of Texas, Austin
Letter from son to father about the progress of his farm, Texas State Capitol in Austin

Proof of days gone by

handcrafted stories of yore

kennelled trinkets now