On Becoming a Writer

 On Becoming a Writer

This diary entry captures a writer at the threshold—questioning discipline, originality, purpose, and endurance. It does not offer conclusions, only an honest account of early resolve. The piece stands as a record of process, where ambition meets awareness and patience begins.

 

What is this writing business? People write 10 hours daily without holidays.
From where do they bring material, as writing is not an easy game?

If it is copy and paste, then compiling words feels easy.
But that is not yours; you roam elsewhere, losing convictions.
Some produced tremendous works within small human lifespans.
How did they do it, how reach the top coterie?

Intent alone is insufficient to lift pen and diary daily.
Unless inner forces push gently, nothing original comes out.
Professional writers are not driven only by excitement.
Writing becomes a livelihood; otherwise, what else sustains them?

Casual writing happens intermittently, without any serious purpose.
No big theme exists; whatever comes gets written.
Works remain small; spurts never build lasting networks.
Yet writing appeared early in antiquity, quietly surviving centuries.

See newspapers, magazines, and journalists of every kind.
They are trained, disciplined, words treated with sanctity.
Data compiled, interpreted, and offered to a wider readership.
Over time, such effort becomes personal intellectual assets.

Some authors publish yearly, chasing bestsellers & recognition.
Some sell millions, and piracy is followed by free eaters.
Ideas spread, readers get attracted, and influence grows.
But whether they’re thinkers or sellers remains another question.

What is the priority, becoming visible or becoming thoughtful?
Unless you present yourself, how will people know you?
Do you want publication or development into a thinker?
Life returns what you seek; firm your mind early.

Hard work cannot be skipped while expecting benefits.
Life remains input-output; churn more, more cream appears.
Milk has limits, but the mind holds endless possibilities.
The human mind grows beyond consumption & visible ends.

Yet even an empty mind requires nourishment and patience.
Life satiates only after conscious internal processing.
Quality depends on how seconds and minutes are lived.
Drudgery fades when time is spent honestly with oneself.

Some inner urge persuades reaching ecstasy through writing.
How to trim body and soul amid distractions?
Keep Colossus in mind, and store ideas quietly.
Results demand discipline, not miraculous supercomputer skills.

How much is my world, home, office, or digital friends?
Colleagues, relatives, family, and circles overlap daily.
Does my life benefit others meaningfully or superficially?
Do I show form outside, lacking inner honesty?

How deeply do I observe the world around me?
Is my thinking original or a borrowed copy-paste?
Who takes my thoughts seriously, and how far do they travel?
Will even one idea travel like Buddha’s teachings?

If you want to write, why not commit professionally?
Create office-like discipline, write and edit as work.
Plan themes, publish slowly, print books patiently.
Approach mentors, ask how writers truly grow.

Motivate readers gently, let them discover your work.
Hard work matters more than goodness or empathy.
Be serious in life’s games and not impulsive.
Design goals, work daily, accept uneven outcomes.

Be an achiever, not just a thinker waiting endlessly.
Days pass, nights pass, conditions often remain unchanged.
World values visible transformation, not internal intention.
Performance earns respect; everything fades quietly.

Daily writing builds platforms; don’t settle easily.
Toil reshapes self; comfort weakens discipline.
Untuned minds produce noise, not a meaningful signal.
Aim larger; consciousness guides all creative business.

Yet some days writing teaches patience, not brilliance.
Some days nothing appears, but effort still counts.
Becoming takes longer than ambition comfortably allows.
Practice remains faithful when praise disappears.

Use spare time cautiously for higher purposes.
Present writing is a seed, develop it patiently.
Spread the word, you write something thoughtful, unusual.
Interaction grows; mind and personality expand.

Is it selfishness, a challenge, or a higher purpose calling?
Great people die, too, yet traces remain.
Names fade, but thoughts survive discussion.
Legacy lives quietly through written memory.

Originality appears when the self speaks effortlessly.
Not wearing others’ shoes, writing flows naturally.
Consistency builds the beginnings of authentic work.
Documentation may turn fragments into remembered writings.

Why think one or two hours suffice for writing?
Absorption defines success in every demanding field.
Incessant effort without fatigue creates mastery.
Practice breeds proficiency; effort remains unavoidable.

The world notices unusual contributors who give generously.
The goal is not selling oneself, but enriching others.
How to elevate minds, create shared trance?
Writer & reader rise together through substance.

Who is my audience, and how do I grow them?
Send writing to retired minds, thoughtful judges.
Let them critique freely, guide improvement.
Life fulfils itself through shared contribution.

Let the world know one PK is sincerely trying.
Not idle, but consciously engaged each moment.
Success follows seriousness, not loud ambition.
Writing becomes life, not a weekend hobby.

When you are a writer, you see writing everywhere.
Loss and profit appear daily; don’t fear setbacks.
Check priorities daily, adjust direction honestly.
Life becomes unusual when inner truth guides actions.

Make steps to reach readers thoughtfully.
Fulfilment follows self-enrichment naturally.
Publish patiently, approach the right people steadily.
Build spaces where readers gather meaningfully.

Notify readers regularly, but care for them daily.
Readers are assets; relationships sustain writing journeys.

 

This feels like a beginning, not any arrival point.
The road ahead is long & demanding daily presence.
I may falter, repeat, and question myself often.
This will take time, effort & patience—and I am willing.

Still, I choose the discipline of continuing.

 

Pawan Kumar,

Brahmpur (Odisha), 17^th January, 2026, Saturday, Time 11.11 A.M.

(From My Diary, dated 25 March, 2016, Friday, 8:25 A.M.)