I have been told by several friends, that I write really well. Obviously, every time I get such a compliment, I feel very proud but most importantly, I feel really happy. Finally, after two years that I have been writing on a more regular basis, my work is being read and appreciated by people. That's really a very cool feeling indeed.
However some people still think that le coup de plume runs in the blood. This is true to a certain extent only, I'll say. I have to admit that I do not have make any great efforts so that the story I'm writing has a certain flow. I comes quite naturally.
Writing though, is not only being able to have a flow in the story one writes. Writing is always coupled with research, organisation, dedication, frustration and an agonising wait.
My love for writing germinated some ten eight years ago, in Standard 6, when we had to write a 150-word composition. I was (still am) really lazy and dad had to do something to make me start to write. One night, he became furious with my incapability to actually write some decent English and ordered me to wake up early the next day and have two full compositions ready for him.
I woke up early and started writing. I remember only one of the compositions I wrote that morning. The composition was about two neighbours. One was a musician and he was always playing his guitar till late at night. This, inevitably infuriated his neighbour. One day however, there was no music to be heard at night. The musician's neighbour pleasantly surprised at first. He thought that for once, he'll be able to have a good night's sleep. Unfortunately he did not. He was sort of missing the music. Like in the way, a person who has been living on a busy and noisy road cannot sleep properly when in a quiet appartment.
I also remember how I could not convey this very message. I could not describe how what the musician's neighbour felt when he could not sleep although there was no music. The everyday life pattern has changed and that did not go along with him.
After these two compositions, I cannot really remember but the writer in me had been lighted. I then remember how I was writing names of characters on a sheet of paper – and using it as a casting sheet. I was using the same characters over and over again. My characters were like actors and they played different roles in different stories.
I began writing just for the fun of it and that was pretty much it. I was a writer although I didn't know about that back then. I considered myself as I writer some six months ago, when I was pubilshed in News on Sunday, a Mauritian weekly. At present times, I write non-fiction, especially science, creative non-fiction, fiction and random poetry lines. And I love it.
That's the most important thing, I guess. Whether other people like what I'm writing or not is important to me. But the most important thing is whether I'm enjoying myself while I'm writing.
And yes, I am…