"It's Just Writing"

Now that's offensive.

There's a reason people go out of their way to find means to pay people for these "simple" tasks and services.

Everyone respects engineers, pilots, chefs, bakers; heck, they respect TikTok content creators (no disrespect intended). But what does the stereotype have to say about people who sit in dark rooms to pour their hearts on parchment and digital paper? 

"It's just a bunch of words", "even AI can do it", "it's just to copy and paste", "just do ten thousand words a week", "it's just writing". 

And this goes for everyone that spits creativity. Even if it's crayons.

Where are my pen lovers?

Don't try to explain the mental stress that comes with attempting to do something so outstanding that it gains zero attention. Do your thing and let them be but by all means, if they so much as equate it to a negative "God abeg" situation, you are free to creatively terminate their tirade however you wish. Body bags not included.

I have had the privilege to come across so many works of different hands and many still make me cringe. While giving constructive reviews, a number of them told me they just "felt like writing" and I'm talking about books here; without content, message, word build, or anything to salvage. I recommended a few steps they should take to improve and it was thrown back in my face.

Thank God they're off the market because I don't think many eyes could survive what I did.

There is a common debate as to whether writing is a skill or talent. I bear the mindset that writing is a skill even though I choose to call myself talented. If you have not learned the basics of putting down meaningful statements, then there is no point in attempting to express yourself in a language you cannot speak.

Now there are a number of people who can write but are being held back by something considered to be formidable. Regardless of the origin, it seems there is never a way to truly return to your love.

Just keep reading.

Because why not?

Since you can't pour much without going bottoms up, then keep filling up. One day, the contents will spill on their own and you wouldn't need to somersault to get them out.

It's only "just writing" when you let it be. Nothing is ever "mere" unless you make it so to yourself.

So, in the spirit of a new month, I have a little something of mine to share.

They all say "happy new month" or year.

But there's a repetition of the same bout;

Of hurt and pain and confusion.

Happiness indeed without their deed.

All inclusive but for their greed.

A guise it is for their heart's intentions,

For only a day they are human in nature.

"Be happy" translates to something temporary.

"Happiness" stored in the things we see,

But we blink all the time...

In the the things we can have,

But how much can we?

So I bid you a month of joy at the very least.

For it's source needn't be tangible but ever present.

Needn't be visible but evidence is it's present.

-Lady Dia.