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How writing saved me… from myself

The earliest memory I have of honest writing was when I was 12. Although I’d kept a diary since I was eight, up to that point it composed mostly of details of – silly daily rants, tiffs with friends, boys… Continue Reading →

In my head

I make a mean stew. In my head, that is. I can take a nagging thought, dump it in a cauldron, season it with self-doubt and anger, and simmer it for days and nights. The ladle keeps turning to keep… Continue Reading →

Art: Heads & Tails

Art is useless Art. A three letter word that pretentious fools like to cling on to with a desperate hope for validation. What is up with these people who stand before mish-mashed paintings that look like a collage of vomit… Continue Reading →

Fade

I knew a girl once. She was older to me and I adored her, the way she’d authoritatively declare the game we’d play, her choice of bright flaring skirts, her creative endeavors with broken shells and colorful satin ribbons collected…. Continue Reading →

Golden Eye

I never understand why some people say, “I don’t want the head.” For me that’s the best part of the fish. As I stand at the market and stare at rows of them lying still on a bed of ice,… Continue Reading →

In Bloom

Potpourri and nuptial beds Bouquets and garlands Perfume and cream   I bloom for you Pluck and use me Just watch for thorns

Writing Lessons- What NaNoWriMo taught me

Yes, I did it! I climbed my Everest of the year- started and finished NaNoWriMo 2016. 50,038 words over 30 days. Phew. With sporadic bursts of frantic writing countered by long days when my daughter was sick, I am still… Continue Reading →

NaNoWriMo Diaries- No coffee for you!

So yesterday was day 12 of NaNoWriMo. The shattering realization that I was lagging by 5,000+ words pushed me to pack my laptop, bid the hubster and kid good-bye and head off to a Starbucks next to my house. I… Continue Reading →

NaNoWriMo Diaries

This year I am attempting the NaNoWriMo challenge for the first time EVER. It is day 6 and I’m discovering how incredibly exhilarating and terrifying this task can be. There have been a few hitches and I am lagging in… Continue Reading →

Why Hemingway is a bloody genius

Page 109 of ‘A Farewell to Arms’ – Henry : It’s raining hard. Catherine: And you’ll always love me, won’t you? Henry: Yes Catherine: And the rain won’t make any difference? Henry: No

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