Some quotes about writing

“Writing is… being able to take something whole and fiercely alive that exists inside you in some unknowable combination of thought, feeling, physicality, and spirit, and then store it like a genie in tense, tiny black symbols on a calm white page.” 
– Mary Gaitskill
 
“I am aware of being in a beautiful prison, from which I can only escape by writing.”
– Anaïs Nin
 
“For me, writing is like a little hole in reality that you can go through and you can get out and you can be someplace else for a while.”
– Stephen King
 
“When I’m writing, I’m waiting to see somebody, and I’m waiting to hear them. It’s almost like conjuring spirits out of the air, using your own imaginative instability.”
– Charles Baxter
 
Language is power… language can be used as a means of changing reality.
– Adrienne Rich

The cavalier collier

The Collier

Mining in January has always been a difficult proposition. For one, the weather is against you. There are cold winds blowing and the world outside the mines is freezing cold. Inside the mines, 100s of feet below the level of the earth, the temperature is much below freezing. For another, it always seems as though there is less air to breathe below than usual. There is a lot of coal dust hanging in the air during these days and it becomes difficult to breathe the coal ridden air. Life does become tougher for a miner during winter.
The miner, whom we will call Joe, had managed to come out of the shaft of his mine with difficulty. He had managed to come up the chute,the mine cage, holding onto its sides with freezing hands. The thaw in the weather outside had mildly affected the rock walls. He had fixed the mine cage to his highest speed though there was a warning against accelerating it during winter. He couldn’t help it; he needed to get out fast.
He had come on the night shift, last night, groggy and tired. This always happened to him when he was on the night shift. He couldn’t sleep in the day time because his body wanted to sleep at night. And so he had come fuzzy headed to work.
As he went down the mine cage with a few of his friends, he managed to say a hello to each of them, though he didn’t want to. He wanted to go home and sleep. Its always night in a miner’s life. Day or night outside, it is always darkness around him deep in the mine.
Today his eyes struggled to adjust to the bright sunshine outside. They were so unused to natural sunlight. How good the warm sunshine felt on his bare arms and his face ? His pale face had started to flush with the exertion and the heat of the sun.
But he couldn’t wait today to enjoy the sunshine. He needed to get to the volcano as fast as possible. The frost on the road made his boots ring. He looked back to see if anyone had followed him up the mine. He needed to get to the volcano as fast as he could.
It was early morning still. The town was just waking up. Most of the town folks preferred to sleep in late these days in January. So he was safe. But he needed to be careful about making too loud a noise on the tarmac.
It was while he was in the mine that he had noted the unusual glow in the rock wall of the subshaft where he had been working last night. The rock walls had looked more phosphorescent than usual when he had walked into it. There was only one miner assigned to each sub shaft.
Sleepy and groggy he had started his work, he had used his pickaxe to pick the rockwalls and get the coal out.About two hours into the shift he has started to feel hot, which he didn’t mind at all this cold January day. He removed his coat and left it on his workdesk. He had built a small room underground. After all he had to spend most of his life here. It made sense to make a home with all the things he liked including a bed there.
After hanging his coat on the makeshift hook on the rock wall, he had returned to his shaft. He still felt hot and the air had started to feel stifling. Nothing unusual about that. In winter the air was often heavy with coal dust and it could be difficult to breathe but he hadn’t felt uneasy as yet.
Just as he had started chipping at the rock wall after his short break, he had noticed an unusual glow from the walls. He wondered what is was. He was too deep underground to see calcium deposits here. What could it be ?
While he was musing over the glow, he noticed the air smelt sulfuric. It was not the smell of coal, which he liked. It smelt like rotten eggs and it had gotten much hotter. He decided to bring his thermometer to check. So he walked back to his room to get his thermometer. It recorded a temperture of 30º C, which was unusual for the depth he was working at. No wonder he had started sweating.
Suddenly he felt the floor below him shift. He felt he was moving. No, dear God,no, he thought , not an earthquake now. Not on this day of all the days. The day when he felt all his faculties were not working. He was so tired and needed badly to sleep. Maybe it was the air down.
He went to the rest room where the ventilation was better. There was no one there. But even the rest room felt hot. What was up with the mine tonight ?
The whole mine felt hot now. It seemed as if it was getting hotter. Just then, he noticed the glow had spread from his shaft even to the wall of the rest room.
Suddenly it struck him, there was some unusual activity underground. May be an earthquake but that wouldn’t explain the glow. Could it be ?Could it be lava ?
Recently there had been reports of some unusual activities from the site of the volcano outside town.

volcano_vulkanerciyes_erciyes_daCould it be the heat from the volcano had penetrated the walls of the mine to cause the intense heat that he was feeling ?
He felt sure that that was what it was. He needed to talk to his colleagues in other shafts or sub shafts. He walked to Tom’s shaft towards the right of the rest room. He couldn’t find Tom there.
Then he went to Joe ‘s shaft but there was no one there either. Where was everyone ?
He went back to the rest room to the telephone. He wanted to call the people in the surface mine and let them know. And they needed to evacuate every one fast if indeed it was volcanic activity.
No one picked up at the other end. Just my luck, he thought.
Well, there is no two ways about it. I need to go up. He walked to the mine cage as fast as he could , hoping it wasn’t damaged. With frantic hands he opened it and let himself in. It started moving. Slowly. Too slow for him. Thats why he had increased its speed.
Now he was outside and the town folk still didn’t know. As he was getting outside the mine, the police guard on duty stopped him. He wanted to see his ID. Luckily he had brought it with him. But the police officer had logged his name on his system and found out that he was on the night shift. The next question he asked was, why he was outside when the shift did not get over for another two hours. Was he evading his duty ?
The miner told the police officer, there was an emergency underground. The officer looked at him skeptically and asked , what emergency ?
He had said that it looked like lava was flowing down the shafts. The police officer had laughed at him and asked him to go down and complete the shift. That was when he had taken the law in his own hands and run outside as fast as he could.
The world outside was getting warm. There was no one on the streets as yet. But his feet kept pounding hard. The officer was running after him. He had had a head start. The officer probably had to call in a standby before giving chase. Anyway it seemed like no one would believe him, if an officer who worked near the mines did not. So he needed to go the volcano and see for himself if he was right.
He had reached the foot of the volcano and started running up it, the police office, following him, like a dog. He panted up the hill. The air around the mount was hot, unusual for this time of the year. Something seemed unusual. Everything was quiet. There were no bird noises.
So it was true- there was something going on inside the volcano and the birds and animals had sensed it.
He reached the summit of the volcano, each step more difficult than the next. He hadn’t run this much even when he was a child.
Fearfully he reached the edge of the crater and peered over, just as the police officer reached there too. Before he could arrest him, a huge roar came from inside the crater.

volcano_fog_cloud
Both men peeped inside. They were shocked out of their lives to see many scared beings inside the crater, looking up at them, with round and glossy eyes. Each of them was iridescent, emanating a glow, akin to the glow in his shaft. Who were these people ? Some of them were climbing out of a big metallic structure and some were on the floor of the crater. All of them looked similar. They were green, a radiating green, like they had all fallen into glittery paint. Some of them had horn like growths on their head and some had stumps of horns. But all of them were peering at the pair of eyes looking down at them from over the crater.
They didn’t look like anything he had seen before.
The police officer and he looked at each other before peering inside. Suddenly it struck them, these were extra terrestrial creatures and that funny looking object was an UFO. It looked like the UFO carrying these beings on some extra terrestrial flight had landed in their town’s volcanic crater and the force of the impact of their landing had been felt in his mine shaft.
What was to be done now ? That is another story.

August 2014- My first month of blogging-Richness galore

I was hesitating for a long while before I created a blog. I think too much, I feel.
These were the thoughts that ran through my mind “
1. What if my peers read my posts and judge me like they always have done- meaning work colleagues, college mates, family etc?
2, What if my blog attracts a lot of attention and I get into trouble for airing my views on something and the authorities don’t approve ?
3,What can I write about ? What am I an authority on ?
4. Why do I want to write                    ?plants_in_a_stone_wall_195194

5. Do I have what it takes to persevere in this field ?

6. What is my genre – Short story ? Poems ? Essays ? Healthy blog posts ?

Well, I don’t know. I haven’t established my niche yet ? I will experiment and try out different things until I find the perfect fit. 

One thing I know I don’t want to write are novels or a book because for sure, I would run out of ideas before the third chapter. So that is that- I have managed to exclude something. 

7. Another thing is what to do if I run out of ideas – what do I write about ? I search the net and find out about a thing called writing prompts.  I looked up a few and found the Daily post prompts each day. I was amazed at the number of submissions there. Then there was another type called the flash fiction challenge. There is help for everything on the net

8. Will anyone ever read my posts ?

This is what I have found after a month.

1. I have a made a lot of friends- some, who came uninvited to my blog page, left comments and a smile.

Let me list some of them, who were willing to make the first move, and become a friend.

a. Suzie81

b. KimScaravelli : stuffmydogtaughtme.com

c. April :(R.Sativus-a radish in the rough

d. Sueju Takeshi

e. Polly81

Some others, are friends I made when I gained confidence with my writing and made the first move myself. 

They are :

  1. Round the world
  2. Susie Reece
  3. Jessica & Love
  4. AC Elliott
  5. Kendall F. Person
  6. Charlotte Cuevas
  7. Meaningful Mommy
  8. An Anglo Swiss woman
  9. Sia Discover Life
  10. Marsha O’Brien
  11. Mara Eastern

Looking back at the last month, I feel I am rich. I have made more friends here than I have ever made in my entire life. Wow.

What else have I gained?

I have learnt from people who I think of as my teachers in the world of freelance writing and some as my mentors.

My post would be incomplete without at least a passing mention of them

1. Wendy McCance

2. Timothy Pike

From Wendy, who has become my guru, I owe whatever luck I have had in the world of writing.

From Timothy, my inspiration to write each day.

For the first week, since I began writing, I began to despair of getting a writing job. I had tried everything the teachers had said I needed to- no results. 

By week two, I had sent in more applications that I have ever scrutinised in my day job.

By week three, just when I was about to give up, after my umpteenth rejection letter, i got my first call. I had a job, a single time one.  But it was something.

At the end of the month, what do I have in hand ?

1. Skills based resumes

2. A sort of stable job

3. New friends 

4. A confidence in my writing

5. Ability to cite 

6. My dreams 

7. A writing routine

8. New knowledge

So I am indeed rich. Lets see what September has in store for me.