It’s been a week since I got home. However, the truth is, it’s been one month and one week since I wrote anything. When I say ‘anything’ here, I mean, writing to advance a plot or story that I have been working on. I am not bothered by the pace…I should be, but I’m not … More Updates on Writing and Reading
I am falling. No, it’s neither in love nor asleep, but into a black hole. I have always known that I would have to write about myself. Now that I have to, I fear that whatever it is I write, nothing may be as virtual as I would like it to be. Someone once said … More Memories
A friend asked me “How do you find time to read a book, let alone write a book with the kind of world we are living in?” Some people would echo her sentiments, others would echo mine and a few would echo those of the written word. You are all right. So, I took my … More On Writing
I have been held captive for years in my writing. There is always this burning desire to achieve literary merit. I want to write a storm, to unravel a mystery using twenty six letters of an alphabet that I was taught for sixteen years. Fifty thousand words, a cover image, immense praise and mega sales … More On Writing
I did not get a good night’s rest because I took my worries to bed. They got so comfortable that I found myself sitting on the cold floor listening to Sam Smith’s In the Lonely Hour album. How’s your week been? What did you learn, fret about or simply put enjoy this week? On writing: … More Writing, reading and updates on this week
Writing turns you into somebody who’s always wrong. The illusion that you may get it right someday is the perversity that draws you on. A view shared on American Pastoral, a novel by Phillip Roth.