Writing is expression and language is its medium. Words carry a pulse, a song; a tune in its skip step and hop rhythm. I can make your voice soften – make your breathing become shallow, your lips pursing to reveal a warm exhale of breath. It ebbs, it flows. I quicken when I make a point. I jab, I get your attention. My words seize upon it, with all the courage and ferociousness of a mountain lion.
I write.
You don’t necessarily have to be creating all that (see above). There’s column-writing, blogger-style writing. I can speak to you like this, thinking for a moment about how unceremoniously perched I am on the sofa. The ulcer at the corner of my mouth that I’m biting on is probably a result of one too many all-nighters this week. Writing, writing, writing. Essay, article, report, pish posh!
I communicate.
Listicles, rants, daily snippets of a secret chat. 10 Ways to Count Your Daily Blessings, The Drudgery of School & Deadlines, what I overheard between two jaded businessmen on the train today. It never ends. I write to capture the details that will be lost in the fuzzy outlines of my memory and most importantly, to capture unique cocktail of emotions in a specific moment.
I remember.
Everyone should express themselves. Your voice deserves to be heard. Whether it’s a flowery, delicate little piece or a straight up no-nonsense guide to the best chee cheong fun in town, TheKopiWrite is looking for all of you. Everyone can (and should) write.