Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Thinking with My Fingers
i wrote so much today i lost my voice late in the afternoon. realized it when i was about to web-chat at 620pm. first came a whisper, then a raspy voice. i felt so weak i could not speak. at 10am today, i declared in YM: THINKING WITH MY FINGERS. which put a flurry of messages hurtling, as if edging me to fall over the edge by breaking my concentration. but concentration i kept and while the body stood still, the fingers were afire, running a marathon. i guess to make sense of my manuscripts and what i've been through in naga before i left for australia deserves a little saying. it's my diagnostics study on the urban poor situation in naga city that fluctuates to being a research journal and a travel diary. as i began writing it, without any preconceived structure or flow, i discovered that ideas were forming as i drummed into the keyboard; and the faster i drummed the more the ideas became robust and firm. it's true. to be able to write is to think and to be able to think is to write. you cannot have anything, conjure anything by just thinking about it. one must concretize the thoughts into real words. express it and watch it take shape. along the way, destroy, discard, isolate, accommodate, group and consolidate. along the way, just keep on building, building and building. then admire the confluence of art and imagination and science and technology and faith. writing is like this!