There’s always a fear lurking in my mind that I might plagiarise. When I compose on the piano, I wonder if I’m simply reproducing a song or tune I once heard a long time ago – an accidental case of unintentional copying.
I dismiss this brief anxiety with the reminder I am unique. I’m the one and only me on this Earth. Whatever I think or do is unique to me. My chain of thoughts, reasoning and ideas can only be created in my mind. Even identical twins have unique identities, differentiating personalities.
Whether my works are ever published, make a fortune or not a penny, they are mine and a product of my individuality. If I fear to express them, I’m wasting those ideas and they become forgotten episodes in my life. Whatever springs up in the midst of my day might never go beyond a moment of thought, but some things are worth recording, like this blog. Wherever I go, I carry a notepad and pen to capture those brief bursts of creativity. They are unique to me and who knows where a spark might go, it might become a raging fire.
Today’s book:
Isabel Allende – Zorro
The Quiet Writer 
The number of stories may be limited, but not so the number of ways of telling them.
It is your way of telling the stories, your way of interpreting the things you see, hear and experience that is unique.
Like an old master’s painting, it can be copied, but never duplicated.
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This is why I picked Zorro – a story told many time and many ways, and this is my favourite version. Everyone has a different way of telling the same story.
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Thanks foor writing
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