reflections
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I’m dying – let’s get that out of the way right from the outset. And before we go any further, let’s set some ground rules. A. I don’t do pity. I’m dying, get over it, I know I am. B. Don’t start a sentence with ‘have you tried…’ I don’t need no saviour. If the
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Recently, I took an interview with a writer and filmmaker who compared writing to devotion – saying that any type of art is possible only when you surrender yourself to the art and let it guide you through the process.
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Every time I hit publish on a blog post, I am visited by this bug of checking my stats every five minutes to know how many views, visitors, comments and likes I have got.
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There was a time in my writing journey where words like motivation and inspiration would dictate how much or if any writing I would do. I suppose I can forgive that naive girl since writing was a hobby for her and not something she thought she would be making a career in.
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On this day, a year ago, I decided I would start my blog. Enough people had told me to start one considering I had author dreams and enough people had looked at me with disdain when I had said, “No I am not a blogger; just a writer.” The time had come to have a
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I have never been in love. I have decided views on the subject. I definitely have aspirations and expectations from the subject. But the actual feeling has eluded me…unless you count being in love with books as legitimate but I think I have spoken about that aspect of my love story enough…for now.
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“Why won’t you listen to me?” “You are one to talk!” she said with equal fervor. “Do you ever listen?” “Can we not go back to this? Every time I point out something, you point out something else. It doesn’t help. Why can’t you understand I am only…”
tales of Suchita 