This blog is me. The songs are songs I listen to. The jokes are
jokes that amuses me. All that I write comes from inside me. And if I post what
other’s write it is because what they write moves me. I may not necessarily agree
with what they write but reading what they write had enriched my understanding
of things and I wanted
to share them with you.


Sometimes in my moments alone I randomly choose a posting I did
many many moons ago. I read about what I write on Anwar, on Mahathir, on Pak
Lah, on Najib and many others and as I read what I write I see myself at that
moment of writing. Let me share the “creative process” of writing as I
experience it today….and I use the word “creative process” rather loosely so
please don’t any of you accuse me of being a snob!
At 5 pm this evening I told myself I must sit down and write –
not for you but for myself because I was beginning to lose confidence in my
ability to write something….anything!

It is now 8.12 pm and I just posted “Never attribute to malice
that which can be adequately explained by stupidity”. So it took me over three
hours to complete that posting. I say “complete” because days before I have
scribble my thoughts as they come into my head on pieces of paper, in my diary
and some in my PC. These are random thoughts that occurred to me. As I read
through them I remembered jotting down the title of that piece in my diary. So
I decided that that would be the title of the posting.

Once I have the title it is just  a matter of putting all those random scribblings together to
form a coherent form that vaguely resemble the heading. At some moment in time
as I am doing all this I will feel everything coming together. That moment will
define the posting. Once everything clicks into place then I know it is just a
matter of tidying things up and making the final adjustments before posting it
on my blog.

If truth be told I really did not feel that “oomph” about this
article but it was the best I can do after many days of writing inactivity. This
was a self imposed task I set
 
myself before I become too lazy mentally and sink into a comfortable but
unproductive plateau of thoughts that goes east and west, north and south but
will never see print because at my age the ability to keep these thoughts in my
head can no longer be depended upon. If I do not write it straight away…it goes
AWOL. So even in sleep I have pencil and paper beside me just in case I want to
jot something down.

My wife and I routinely argue about what day any day is. Monday
or Tuesday? August or September? Not at all embarrass about our inability to
remember them but genuinely trying to ascertain what day or month it is at that
point of time Ahhhh old age. Why do any of us grow older if not to get
wiser.
 


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