writing
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I had a short story written for today. It was clever but I found I couldn’t abide my own writing. It may have been clever but it definitely wasn’t coherent. I tried rewriting it, I tried to salvage it, I tried to completely write another tale where I could use the phrase veni vidi vici
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Any time I tell someone I’m a writer, I have received one of two questions. It’s either are you published. Or where can I read you. The second question is answered easily enough. I have a blog now and it is the most comprehensive way to read how or what I write. The first question
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Writing is obscene. I don’t know if this is my statement or I read it somewhere but I think writing or being a writer is obscene.
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One of the things I have always wanted to do was to take a course on creative writing. When I was looking for a Masters in 2012, I remember being told by my advisor to go through the courses and find 3-4 that excited me. I had obviously clicked on Creative Writing but the thought
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When you haven’t written anything longer than a blog post in months, you get into panic situations where you feel you may have burnt through the capability of sitting still for a length of time to write a full fledged novel. This happened with me recently – the panic, obviously – so I decided that
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Well talking about writing is a never ending subject and while there may be a lot of things I have missed, there are a few things I wish to talk about before September ends and I once again lose motivation to write.
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Ideas often come to me in the form of a single image that usually is the crux of the whole story. Even while writing, many times I find myself with an image in my head that I then try to describe, poorly. While watching Castlevania on Netflix (yes, another show, I am a Netflix addict,
tales of Suchita 