Out of this world


Some people ask if I believe in

the world of wizardry and witchcraft,

or the existence of races such as the elves, dwarves and tiny little people with big feet,

or the possibility of souls passing on into another universe, dimension and timeline,

or gods dying to die like the mortals who are trying to live forever,

or kingdoms where dragons reign alongside humans.

They ask because these are the stories that I love to read.

These are the stories that pique my interests all the time.

My answer is simply this:

that I believe only in what I am living through.

I live and love what I’m living through.

But then again, that does not mean that

the writer in me does not believe in fantasy.

In fact, the writer in me lives in a world of fantasy

where there is an infinite possibility of

multifarious realms beyond our imagination.

The writer in me lives in a different world altogether.


The eccentric writer (8) – Writing is like wall-climbing

I’m on a roll

It feels like a good day in the climbing gym

Bouldering from one problem to the next

Climbing wall after wall

It is such a good feeling

Adrenaline pumping

Muscles tightening

I want to keep going until my arms are sore

Until my limbs start to shake

Until the skin on my fingers tear

And then hunger hits

Just like in the climbing gym

I’m craving for carbs

In the middle of editing

Bugger the sugar-leaking problem

The eccentric writer (6) – Facebooking, meme-ing, blogging

Reads a few lines.

Notices a certain word that has been annoyingly repeated within the same paragraph.

Looks word up on Google for synonyms.

Replaces word.

Reads a few more lines.

Finds some vexatious phrases.

Rewrites phrases.

*Facebook notification alert*

Checks Facebook.

Replies comments.

Refreshes newsfeed.

Finds something interesting on newsfeed.

Shares that interesting post.

Spends another 20 minutes scrolling through Facebook, sharing, tagging, commenting, replying to comments, liking posts, liking comments, liking replies, waiting for replies.

Realises how much time has been wasted on Facebook.

Googles ‘Facebook writer meme’.

Finds the perfect meme.

Posts meme on Facebook.

Realises this is a good writing prompt.

Signs in on WordPress.

Blogs about a writer’s procrastination.


Thinks, ‘I am so smart to find something to blog about today’.

Furrows brows.

Wait… did I just…?