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I am in love with the idea of being a writer, the image. The idea of sitting on a table overlooking a giant window. The view outside the window keeps changing, but the table, and the chair, and the image of a writer, they stay. As I said, I am
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It was on the first of July that I wrote this post. The first of July, was some eleven days in the past. Now, at that point in time, I was at some ninety-four days from my intended deadline for this project. Also I was on the eighth chapter in
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Well, I did say I might decide to explain what this was all about. So, here it goes. Now, before I begin, I must say this, the paper wasn’t really working for me. So, I tore it off, and made a digital copy. With that out of the way,
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I’ll meet you on the other side. Perhaps, I’ll explain this
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This happens with a fairly sickening regularity. I write, I post, and it goes on for some two to four weeks, and then, I stop. Then, a month or two later, driven by the accumulating guilt, I flip the laptop open, and with a new-found, almost rejuvenating determination, start typing.
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“You are going to make an awesome Dad!” she said. “What?” “Yeah. I mean you can stick to schedules. If you want to write, you write; if you want to run, you run!” In life, it becomes real easy at times, to relinquish control, to dole out blames to things
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“What I do” she said,” is that whenever I am in a shitty mood, okay, shitty might be an understatement, but still. Whenever I am in a shitty mood, I take a blank piece of paper, and write, furiously. Then, once done, I tear it to bits, and sleep” “Why?
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You need to feed the body! –Many, many people, including yours truly I was seeing this video yesterday, and in it, in a particular section, the comics, talk about corporate shows. The view varied, mostly, I mean some took it as a challenge, while the others weren’t too happy,
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The unimaginable is usually imaginable…. For a long time, whenever I used to read something on the lines of “..and unimaginable horrors fell upon them..” I used to scoff. People used the term ‘unimaginable’ a little too lightly. Then, I began reading science-fiction, mostly Asimov, that happened after a reader
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Sometimes, nothing is supposed to mean anything. Sometimes, you do stuff just for the sake of doing stuff. Sometimes, it all falls into place. I wrote a story today, a short one, after what can safely be considered an eternity. Actually, I began yesterday, and finished today. It was weird
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“You don’t worry about grammar, structure spelling and all when you write with a pen and paper” I have started maintaining a journal of sorts. I don’t know if calling it a journal will be correct, as more than anything else it just has my views, reflections on
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Why u end abruptly? She has impeccable grammatical skills, but when she texts, it all sort of goes down the drain. I had sent her the Life piece I had done a few days back. That was her reply, no, not the reply, rather the evaluation of it. Quick note: