Words for Others. Writing for Me.

Ghostwriters: that’s what they are; A whole new breed of underground society. These ghostwriters pull words from the sky and abyss and sling them together to make one, two, more masterpieces. They're like mercenaries, hired to pick their brains and contribute to a whole other world of stiff competition. They write for people needing to write. And they write for a price.

Bound by kings to not say a word about pieces, they are to never write and own. But write to contribute. write to give. write to let people who cannot- or does not have time- to write. To let them feel they have written something and call them as their own. In the end, they speak our words. absorb our ideas. work our values. They digest what we have written and internalize our beliefs.

Someone told my good friend that these kinda writers are becoming like robots-functioning only because it is necessary. Writing because some other people want to write something. Like an instant noodle, these so-called masters can now produce literary works, speeches, articles and even theses in a blink of an eye. And this someone said it like it left a bad taste in his mouth.

Writing requires skill. It requires talent and a whole lot of brain work. For us who regard ourselves as "some kind of a writer", we do not feel like robots functioning out of necessity. This is our passion. We write because we can. and we want to. Most importantly, we write because we love to catch words and live for sleepless nights. It is a writer thing.

Me and my 'some kinda writer' friend browsed through the web and found articles posted under my pseudonym and we both say: Wow. This is great. Uber. :) And we access some other links that posted my pieces that are already given away. And i didn't feel bad at all. More like, i was even proud. Is it just me? or Or is it really that I am twisted?? Not that I don't care about credits, who wouldn't give a s*** about that? But I have this. My blogspot. I'll get all the credits that I want and still live with that. LOL.

This friend of mine stood in the halls of a government office. And heard in amazement her words come to life. And it pinched her heart too. But she smiles. She knows she's good. She's a writer. Not anything else.

For every great politician, artist, designer, intellectual or webmaster is a brilliant ghost writer. Brilliant with a capital B. Don't ever forget that.