Tips for Writers and Bloggers

I have been blogging and writing for a while and it’s been very interesting. Words are my passion; poetry, plays, movies, rap, song writing, word play and all such ‘stuff’. I’ll quickly like to share some things I’m learning on my journey which the new writer will find useful, and which the more experienced ones will shake their heads to, and say ‘aha, that’s true!’

First of all, experiment with a range of writing styles. There is a huge difference between business writing, editorials and basic ‘blogging’ which have varying level of formality and ‘to-the-pointness’ (whew!). Besides that, play around with the writing style of different authors – and this leads to the second point.

Second, you have no business picking up an interest in writing if you do not like to read. Seriously, if you do not like to read, drop your pen and start learning to play the flute.

Let the music take you - True colours

Ok, in this day and age of crazy music - and I mean that literally -  it's really nice to be able to sit back and listen to something truly wholesome.

Here is a timeless classic and a major favourite of mine.

When 'communication' is the gap!

The alarm went off on my Blackberry and I woke up to turn it off. The sun was streaming in through my window as my wife and I prepared for the day. I sat up in bed and started to go through my mail. A quick hug, while my fingers held a button on my PDA, and she was off, while I continued with the message I was working on earlier.

 I got out of the bedroom and walked towards the study to start work for that day, making some tea as I went along. The nanny said good morning, and I replied without looking up as I got a fresh brew of coffee – and then realised I initially wanted to make tea, but I had gotten lost in gmail somewhere along the line.

What I found extremely annoying was the fact that I still got spam on my yahoo account – the third yahoo account I had – but I guess that was a hazard that came with the terrain. As I logged onto facebook and hotmail, I looked at the time.

8.00 am

Taking Life: Osama Bin Ladin

I remember the first time I took a life.

I was in my teens and it happened with a knife. My hands had been shaking, but I was determined not to fail as I closed the gaps between me and my quarry. Sweat moistened my brow and my heart was pounding, but once man decides to do a deed, feelings and emotions can be suppressed.

The chicken looked at me, and our eyes locked. It couldn’t run because its legs had been tied. When I was younger, I had cried once when I knew a chicken was about to be killed. This time it was different – I had become the killer.

To the thriller and horror movie enthusiasts, this is where I disappoint you by not going into the bloody (used literally) details of how I killed the chicken. But from that day, when it lost its head, killing chickens became easier.

That said, I wish it wasn’t the same when it came to killing another fellow human being, but sadly, it is. The gruesome killings carried out for political and religious reasons, and even for entertainment, still highlight the black nature of mankind.