Eternal Worrier. It said much with little, and created an instant echo.
"You are such a worrier..." My boss used to always tell me. I'd stare at the ceiling at 2am running through my to do list over and over until I give up sleeping and start on them. No matter how well I try to hide it, people see traces of it. "You are so sensitive" is just another way of putting it, referring more to my worry over people's feeling getting hurt over tiny mistakes or overstated words. Though sometimes the worrying would create an opposite effect, pushing me into even more awkward poses.
Worrying got me far in some ways. "Attention to detail" usually fails me by design, and worrying pushes me to mull over things and catch a good enough percentage of careless mistakes.
It creates a vicious cycle, unfortunately. The more I catch, the more it scares me into further worrying. This nearly prevents me from thinking clearly in the first place the next time around, of this I am convinced. Soon I can't worry fast enough and the whole thing falls apart.
But of course this is like watching a goose floating on the serenity of a pond. You'd never see it's poor little feet pedaling in hyper speed underneath the calm surface. You see and imagine dance moves from the serene glide where not even a feather is twitched.
That's what I see from his words, elegant feathers of colors gliding across the soft background of his pages. He has an eye for settings, which I envy but could not emulate. He paints the story's background, with watercolor techniques in subtlety. You see it, you feel it, you are affected, but you hardly notice it. The story pulls you in, and leads you in observing the characters with affection, humor, and at times, melancholy and sadness. He likes to hide the depth of these emotions behind simplicity and soothing flows, but you get there because you follow the breadcrumbs of every word and character like a lost child and finding them feels like going home. Between the lines, I see talent, confidence, creative flares, not worries. Perhaps about life, but not about writing.
But soothing as it seems to read them, life and the work behind the stories did seem to take their toll. He is resigning from his blog with an elegant farewell. It came as a shock, as there had been more new and creative samples coming forth lately. But perhaps life is like that, unpredictable and heavy at times. I fear it maybe indefinite, but want to hope there's still a chance for a come back. In the meantime, I want to wish him well and a well deserved rest. I also urge you to check out his stories, especially the recent posts and those listed under "Most Read in 2010", you will enjoy, be inspired and if you are like me, learn a thing or two about good writing.