SOSWeeeeeee~

Last Saturday I attended SOSWE (Society of English Writers Northern Zone Sarawak) meeting. Yes, miraculously I've joined a society and for your information, during my undergraduate study, I was not an active student— participating or joining societies was not my cup of tea as I was a laid-back and undeniably slothful student.

Woot, I'm in the newspaper (Borneo Post,March 6,2011)..but subsequently it would be made as a nasi lemak wrapper.

Close-up (Fellow members)

Okay, let’s get back to SOSWE before I meander on interminably till you die of boredom. SOSWE is one platform for all aspiring writers to set aside time to write as well as allowing to work through the entire writing process (Borneo Post, 2011). Therefore, it's worth joining it.

By the way in that meeting, we discussed about how to write effectively and how to overcome the writer’s block (which I often suffer from). The talk was given by Mdm. Molly Sim, the club’s president—and it’s really inspiring, stimulating and riveting. The pesky block of mine seemed to wither as the ideas were gushing like water.

I have to keep the gate open and the engine of mind running by writing er I mean typing. Otherwise, I might plunge into the abyss of pessimism and would forever suffer from the writer’s block. She encouraged us to write whatever came across our mind and forget about the intricate and annoying grammar—just write, write and write till you drop (okay, I added “till you drop” part). She also said that a writer must always have a book and a pencil in his or her hand. Well, what I’ve always have in my hand is food.

If you encounter into an irksome and flagrantly annoying person, instead of yelling at the top of your lungs "Shut up!" or carping at someone who would subsequently run away from you, why don't your pour out your indignant, rage and annoyance into a small book of yours?

Or, if you happen to meet a dangerously handsome and brawny guy and with a dimple on his chin, write. Don't take his photograph, ogle at him or say corny and awfully cheesy pickup lines like "Do you have a map? I just keep on getting lost in your eyes" or check his clothing tag and say, "That's what I thought, made in heaven"(Joke Yard), you will definitely be deemed as a deranged stalker.

Or, if you really love and care about someone inexplicably, beyond words, people's mind and even your own mind that you will do anything to make that person happy and he is undeniably important to you but you can't blurt out your genuine feeling to avoid from the great humiliations as you know that person would never love you back (that's not important, their happiness is more vital) and all you can do is to pray for that person's happiness, just write—spill all of your emotions out into the book. Write, blabber and blather as if that person would read one day.

Honestly, I have a book emblazoned with the big white word, “inspiration” on the cover where I pour out my cauldron of ideas. It seems however, to be the place for accumulating dust.

We had a writing section after her talk which scared me to death. Not because they were frightening like "Ju-on" movie and would torture us violently if we could not write as all of them were affable and amiable but the inability to produce a good coherent writing scares me incredibly (yes,until now).

When they distributed papers and pens, I felt like I was sitting for my final exam where I would normally freak out and consequently would mess up outstandingly. Alhamdulillah, I didn’t mess up but I wrote haphazardly and blatantly disorganized. Then they commented our writings. All of them were positive including mine—yes, it’s a miracle. They even laughed heartily at my stale quip.

Well, I had a great time and I think my writer’s block has finally gone, vanished, KABOOM. Thanks to God and SOSWE. That's all folk. Assalamualaikum.