I spend so much time reading and re-reading my works that sometimes I get myself into tortuous labyrinthine paths of retrospection and appraisal. Which is why, I would think I am not as prolific a writer as I want to be. In fact, I am not a prolific writer at all. But at times I wonder if one should aim to be a prolific writer at all. That would only mean that the cliches would be more and more inescapable. Of course, if one is naturally gifted and inclined to fill out scores of sheets, it is quite another thing. But for an aspiring writer, it would be the most futile of attempts to attempt to write a lot. For one, the insurgent need to just write may end up looming large, drowning the actual thought in the writing. Perspicacity would be blunted as well. Next, in an attempt to write a lot, he might broach oft-written hackneyed topics and rub off the gloss of his own writings. Not for nothing have the wise said: Brevity is the soul of wit.

- posted by Dileepan @ 8:01:00 pm

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