Words Are All I Have ..

An impending chemistry test and the following misery has left me no choice but to sit here again and do what I do best-- tap the keyboard as if my life depended on it!
For those who are keen movie buffs and who have seen the movie "Finding Forrester", which is a personal favorite, the advice the character of William Forrester, played by Sean Connery, gives to the young aspiring author telling him that the first step towards attaining the necessary 'flow of thoughts' is to just "sit and type" should be familiar.
I, personally find this piece of advice very true and the sound of the keys being struck resonate through my senses as the piece just 'flows' out. I must admit that there is very little hand-eye coordination involved when I am sitting at the keyboard. I sometimes just close my eyes and type. Off course with the rise of 'instant messaging' and 'scrapping' the formation of the words have taken a ghastly turn. Sometimes I feel disgusted at having purposely left out the vowels in my sentences to make them shorter. But then again as I sit and think, which by the way is a thing I do a lot, I realize that accuracy and speed are very much like momentum and position in "Pauli's Exclusion Principle" i.e. one can only be perfected at the cost of the other. It is at these times that I lament on the decline of the traditional writing of letters and even recently mailing. These have been replaced by "chatting" either on the phone or through the various messengers that have come up. Only the other day I was told that it is worthwhile to log in to yahoo messenger and chat with 'buddies' who are online. It is apparently time saving as one can converse in a normal manner without resorting to the complexities of weaving thoughts and emotions into a letter. I agree that this kind of communication has its pro's but the old order of sending and receiving letters, which answered so many questions at once, is a class apart. Belonging to the new generation that has styled themselves as 'Gen-X' I too am a part of the ever rising number of people jumping into the bandwagon. While I admit that the new age norms of chatting is so inviting with features ranging from animated emoticons that convey a lot of emotions (they say a picture speaks a thousand words but an animated one conveys a lot more) I still have the time and longing to sit and type and carry on the tradition (if it might amount to that). But I have one fatal flaw which holds me back from posting my articles in some blog sites or publishing them in magazines is my tendency to drift. I have yet to master the technique to channelize my thoughts to one isolated topic without which I end up boring the reader (mostly the part of the reader is played by me) which results in me 'binning' my precious works as worthless. Of late, however, my writing has in some insane way intrigued a person who wishes to read more. Therefore, keeping that request in mind, dear reader I am torturing you to read what I like to call—just another excuse to type 'shit'(forgive the swearing but it was most apt for the phrase).