The Realm of Words

I feel like blogging, but the problem is I don't have anything I particularly want to blog about.  It's like one of those moments when you feel like you want to get up or out and do something, but you end up at home doing nothing.

I always feel restless now; for no apparent reason.  I keep having this feeling where I want to write; about something, anything; a book, a story, an article, a blog article; but I can't think of what I really want to write about.

I've always loved writing.  It's a place I can go to where it's all my own.  It's like this wide open space and you can fill it with anything you want, everything you want.

It stems a lot from my love of reading.  Reading has always been one of my number one passions.  I can always find myself lost in the world of writing.

I do prefer fiction more than non-fiction though.  However, I do read expository material if it can enrich knowledge and experience; and especially if it is intelligently and creatively written to the point where it can grab my attention and make me feel that it is an impressive piece of work.

Reading vs writing?  For me, reading first, of course.  Reading allows you to venture into a realm of the imagination that is illicit by the author but with which you can create your own pictures.  The pictures you create stem from the words of the author.  But those pictures are all your own.  You create them in your mind and no once has access to them except you.  They will usually mirror the author's writing but they will also include essences all of your own.

I love creating pictures from the words I read.  If the author is magnificently descriptive, the more detailed and intricate the pictures become.

Which is why I would love to write some day.  I mean writing as in properly writing something people would find worth reading and appreciating.  It would be wonderful if I could make others create their own pictures from the words I have created.

I have so many pictures in my mind.  But at the moment, I can't make sense of them.  They are all in a haphazard jumble; as a result of the condition that my head is always in.  Hence, the occasional "vomit" you find here in my blog.

Oh, well.  Perhaps someday, I may come up with something of worthy quality.  But perhaps just not at the moment.