This little inspiration comes from within. (A concept is born. A word is formed.) Like a pebble dropped from above, in a little pond.
A ripple is created on its pacific waters. (The idea is evolving…, sentences are formed.) It goes on expanding until the entire periphery is reached. (Chapters are shaped, and a book is born.)
However, to be sure, I go through all over it again, a hundredth time. Although, I know, at the end of it all, I would still be uncertain about it. But one has to do it, anyway. Therefore, I too read my thoughts in print, for that one last time.
I feel reading my manuscript is like looking at myself in a full-length mirror in the bathroom, with no one to pry. I am alone, locked up in my little world. Although it is the body to my thoughts, the sheer starkness of it is inhibiting. It had been under the wraps.
But then…. I slowly begin with probing apprehension and pounding heart to shed the first wrap on my body. (A page is turned.) With it, I gain confidence and move forth. Like each covering going down, the pages are turned, one after the other. Until I have completely shed my inhibition.
Then, I scrutinise what I see and feel, face down onwards. The opening could have been better, I think, so I spend extra time on the preface before I move on. There are so many things I wish I could correct or alter. I progress deeper. I feel a little tuck in here, and a little cut there could have made all the difference to it. Almost perfect. But I can’t do that. It is what I have, and what I have lived by. There are many more things I find along the line of my assessment. Not so perfect. Yet I fall in love with it all over again. I am proud to have them. They belong to me; they are my own.
By now, the overwhelmed mirror of my judgment gets foggy with the brimming emotions. And to gauge, I wipe the mist from the mirror in my mind. Now what I see is clear, sharper, and more in focus. So with a surge of renewed confidence, I am ready, with a tingling sensation, to set out.
I too have joined the strange clan of people who are introverts in the company, and extroverts in solitude.
It is ME transcribed.
‘ONEwithin…’ is now out in the open.