The Creaking Chair - Part XXIII
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04 th April 1991 There was a time in my early thirties when I was a rolling stone stumbling from one gig to another like I had only a day to live and I had to achieve all that I could in that day and yet I had not reached a stage where I was mastering all that I was doing or anyway close to it for that matter It was a race in my head that I was running more than anything else That was the time when I was writing a lot so many authors had said that write as much as you can when you are young, you would thank yourself later so I was following the route of quantity I set targets for myself and in that rut my focus wavered from the depth of what was penned down I should have spent more time to let the poetry settle in my head before it even had the far-fetched chance to settle on a piece of paper so most of the work from that time was uncooked; but at least there was quantity for me to prune later I was also dabbling with my musical instincts restarted teaching myself guitar over