blog
I was doing this thing on, and with First Time Novelist, where I was posting stuff related to writing in general. At the end I’d put up a postscript stating my current progress on the novel. This is that post. There is this theme of generalisation that does go
blog
[youtube=http://youtu.be/04QJUpHi040] Yupp, that’s me! This was going to be a Hello World post, the second one in as many months, but Monday never happened. I started another blog a month back, and it was going pretty well, but then my first salary came. A bit
fiction writing
I was at a bad place today. Sorry couldn’t talk. Oh! I write about myself. I can’t help it. Anything I write even if it is about an alien race in some distant corner of the universe, I’m writing about me. Yes. That’s how it works.
fiction writing
We’ve been taught from a very early age to look for stuff when we read, you know stuff like morals, summaries, questions, answers. I remember being taught poems in Hindi, my mother tongue, the language I was most comfortable with. Taught, yes. I remember being taught the meaning of
dilemma
“1991 is as far from you as is 2030” It has been a week since I wrote something for the blog. It has been a particularly tiring week this. Both with the literal and the non-literal scenario. The story is finally going fine, but not without its hiccups. It was
fiction writing
There are days like, let’s say yesterday, when everything seems to be falling into place; the characters seem to be doing stuff on their own. There seem no boundaries, no restrictions to the world you’ve created. Once you start writing, the words just keep flowing, naturally and seamlessly.
fiction writing
I like having a faint bit of predictability in my work. a faint bit, though. I like knowing how things are going to pan out, sort of like knowing the destinations, even though the paths may vary. It is not a hard and fast rule this. Many a times I
fiction writing
I had at one point, and quite correctly so I might add, decided that I will not be posting any shorties or poems here. And why not? All that stuff needs time, time to think, to write, and to edit. In short, time that I can’t invest in these
poem
There was this boy in school, his name was Yatin. It was a long time ago, this, almost a decade or so. We used to run, really run; not on a playstation, or an xbox, we did not have these back then. All we had was running, loads and loads
england
After a month long tournament, Germany came out on top with a one-goal win over Argentina (or Messi, if you prefer!) Oh! and in case you were in a cave in a remote island somewhere in the Pacific (or the Atlantic) I am talking about the football world cup. I
fiction writing
Because if I did, I won’t. Blog, that is. The more appropriate question, I think would be: why put a word limit on what you write? Sticking to a word limit when you’re writing a novel make sense. There’s a certain length it has to reach for
writing
It is too early to be thinking about that. Though, if you know me, you know given the way things are going I’m confident of a happy ending. I’m optimistic that way. And hopeful. Also I was thinking about the blog. There’s so much to do here