I was reading "On Writing" by Stephen King, and came across these two quotes about the beauty of writing. I felt compelled to add it, now that I have a random blog that caters to the very need.

And thus goes one of them,

"Writing is like the water of life! The water is free.
So drink.
Drink up lads, and be filled up!"

It appealed to me because it kind of hinted that writing wasn't an impossibly difficult task. Just like water, it was plentiful. What was really required, was an attempt to visit the word-pool, and fish out your story.

Writing does make one happy. ( Please, let me just harp on it one last time). It might not have any existential value, but it does bring value to your existence! This particular quote was simple, yet hit the nail on the head.


The second quote, which talks about the power of writing goes this way,

"There are no miraculous breakthroughs in writing. Just the ordinary miracles that come with an attempt to create something."


I encounter these ordinary miracles each time I attempt to write.You start off with no idea where you are heading, but before long, you have the characters speaking to you, deciding their own course of action. Its almost as if the story tells itself.

And sometimes, I am amazed. Ordinary miracles such as these, make me happy.

Since January of this year I worked diligently upon my blog.Along the way, I discovered that writing gives me the kind of happiness that is permanent, and not dependent on how people perceive me, or react to me in the real world.

In my blog I was the king. The hero. And people I met, at college, through orkut, or through other means told me they enjoyed some of my writing, and it got me more and more hooked.

A trip to India, where I spent time with some of my closest friends, discussing philosophies, mediating, debating (and downing galleons of tea, sometimes coupled with gastric disorders), made me realize that if there was ever a true vocation I would enjoy, it would be writing.

The masters degree in computer science, and consecutively a job in the computer industry ( if I were lucky or unlucky), would be routine, a mandatory option I will have to opt for, because of the path of least resistance I have followed until now.

But as Jude Law says in Road to Perdition, "You get paid to do what you love! Ain't that the dream?"

With a dream ahead, I see the need to diversify. To attempt fiction, and at the same time, keep a journal of thoughts and ideas that would propel me towards this hazy conquest.

And thus, becomes inevitable, a creation of two parallel blogs.

In keeping with the tradition of Nothing but ficus, I bring you, Nothing but Fictitious, an attempt at fiction. And a smaller, tidbits filled journal - Nothing But Factoids.

As the English poet John Donne said,

"Pleasure is none, if not diversified.”