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I Live, I Love, But Above All... I Write

This was said by Indian writer Arundhati Roy in an interview with N. Ram, published in the book The Shape of The Beast. It's a remarkable little line that sums up the live of a writer. Not glamorous but a passionate live, filled with words and poetry. It's something the best writers have always known, with the ability of writing vivid, beautiful verses that are moving and emotional. How do words do that?

It's a bit like music, but with magnificent arrangement of words... words can achieve an almost melodic structure. It's not just poetry that is song like... but great writers like Arundhati and even the late Carl Sagan have ways with words that most people wouldn't even dream of stringing sentences so touching and so full of life. I'm not a fan of poetry simply because of its rules. Although I do admire those that write amazing poetry given the rules and restriction to them.

What I write is what I'd call free form writing, a mix between poetry, just plain old writing, mixed with humour. I don't know what those are typically called, but I'm calling it free form writing. Not my best, but something I do from time to time. Rhyming and rhythm of a sentence doesn't bother me much, but I would love to write a proper poem. I need to brush up on it, but looking forward to it.

Even if I'm writing for no one(or no one bothers to read what I write), it feels like I'm on top of a mountain. In reality, I'm just beginning this hike up to its zenith(and bloody determined to get there). But what a glorious hike it is. I'm living the dream and enthusiastic on gaining more experience, knowledge and honing my craft. When I start to think life can't get any better than this... it often does :) And there is so much more to explore and write. Oh what a marvellous situation to be in.

Wordcraft is like World of Warcraft, but instead of orcs and goblin, we have words, only words. It's like an ASCII text adventure(those old school gamers might understand this).



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