Sometimes, you just have to write for the heck of it. Put pen to paper, string a couple of words together and come up with something off the top of your head. A whimsical story, a rambling poem, a disturbing limerick… You never know what you’re creating right till the very end, when it’s all finished, but you gotta’ do it anyway.
It may not turn out favourably, mind you. You may discover thoughts you had no idea were bubbling inside and you may realise things about yourself you’d rather keep hidden away in the depths of your mind. These are the side effects of writing straight from the heart, and they must be dealt with at some point or the other.
But the beauty of it is that you never run out of words. They just flow and flow and flow out of you like a never-ending spring of the purest water. Your innermost thoughts pour out into an enormous ocean of wonderings and what ifs and it feels incredibly exhilarating.
And that’s what writing is all about.