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On Writing

Okay, this is not a blog post teaching how to write or anything like that because let’s face it, writing is an art that can’t be taught, but yes, it can be learnt. Little funny isn’t it? Okay back to the topic. This is about what I’ve been writing. Summing up from the words I’ve written since April 2018, I have written approximately 50,000 words. Aaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!! 50,000 words is the average word count of a novel.  No I’m serious. Seriously serious. And, I have to tell this in detail. So here we go, about 8000 words for my novelette, about 1000 words on my mystery WIP (work in progress which I hopefully will finish one day – haven’t worked on it since last September but I love the theme so there’s a great possibility that I’m going to pick it again someday, then an exact 5506 words on a story I wrote last May but I’ve mostly given up on it – sorry, okay now it’s getting boring so I’m going to leave it right there. But a big oops, I just realis

On Getting To Know Me

Okay, so it’s been a while now since I’ve been in contact with a few of my old schoolmates. But before I go ahead and talk about it, here’s a little trip down the memory lane. In fourth grade, I changed my school and got a whole new lot of friends, eventually losing contact with the ones at my prior school. That’s it. That was the little trip. Now, it’s been what? Seven years? Eight, maybe? And since our classes happen to be same now, I’ve been seeing those formerly-familiar faces again regularly. And I do remember a few things from back then, in fact, there are many incidences, people, things about the school, how my classmates used to be – that I still remember. And those people remember me too. Only, they know me differently. Now that we sometimes happen to engage in brief conversations, I realize that those people knew a different version of me, the older version, the ‘third-grade-me’ person. And I remember myself quite differently. It is

On Learning New Languages

It’s an unexplainable desire, learning new languages. Why? I know this might not sound like a reason enough but I find that the ability to be able to speak a greater number of languages awesome. It’s not only because you sound smarter, yeah, that’s a huge point of consideration but also because it increases your knowledge in an important way. And I don’t know why but learning a new language has always sounded like brain games to me because it tests your memory and your observational skills. How observational skills? Well, there are a lot of words in different languages that are similar to the language we know, mostly English. So, it primarily depends on how good you’re at recognising the variation-ed word in the other language and also accept the fact that that’s how it’s said. But it’s also scary because at present there exist 6500 languages in the world. Whoopsie! Mastering a few is a huge task and then there’s thousands of them around this lonely planet of ours. A

On Publishing Day!

On 5th July last year, my first novelette ‘How To Identify A Time Traveller’ came out. Now, over the one whole year, I did learn a lot of things I wish I’d known before it came out. It’s common, you learn from experience right? For instance, as I followed other author’s statements about how the first draft of their books were different from their final copies, I realized the important role played by multiple revisions and editors. The story of my book was pretty raw and there weren’t any significant revisions to the plot which, I now think of, were very essential. Also, the publishing method chosen wasn’t the most preferred one but I won’t go into specifics because it might get boring then. By the way, here's what it looks like: Also, once you finish a story, there’s always a possibility of there being more to it. But it’s been one year two months since I wrote that story and sure there were many ideas I had on paper which didn’t make it