Category: Writing
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The Birth Of A Baby: the Parent Voice,
Today, our labor of love the Parent Voice, is born. It has taken hours stolen from chores, children and the husband to bring this to fruition. It has taken the effort of many of us to create content, lay it out, tinker with it and spend anxious hours fussing about it. We have counted…
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Finding Passion
“I have to work,” I say unselfconsciously and shut the study door behind me. For weeks now, I have been logging in, answering emails, pursuing writers, cold calling people who are inspirational to come write for us. The actual work of writing emails, talking on the phone, fiddling around with the site layout, editing…
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Taking Pause
Close on the heels of my last post, I decided to spend the next couple of days training a microscope on our daily lives and how it is impacted by me staying home. If I dismissed what I did earlier as routine, I now accounted for each moment since I woke. In between the waking,…
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Stirrings of doubt
It arrives impersonally, in the mail. “Not a fit for us,” “Not suitable for our current publication schedule,” “Too heavy for us”. Some trickle in couched in comforting words “You are good but this is not you,” “Go back to the drawing board”. “Start over”. I sit and stare at the words on the screen,…
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Plenty to be thankful for
Messages of thanks abound in the world that I inhabit. My facebook feed is filled with them. My children bring home art work featuring turkeys and adorable “I am thankful for …” messages. It is no surprise then that I am reflecting on the things that I am thankful for. Like most others, I am…
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Updates
Hi! If you are old reader of the blog, you probably noticed a few changes here on the blog and on the Facebook page. Here are a few updates from my end. I signed up for NaNoWriMo on an whim this year. It is mid way and I am close to 25K words on my…
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On Writing
Most nights these past few weeks, I have put the kids to bed, done my chores in the kitchen and walked with purpose to my study. Armed with a water bottle, a warm fleece throw and my phone on vibrate, I have cocooned myself. Each day I have opened a blank document, turned the editor…
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Of stories. Untold. Unborn.
It happens sometimes that a germ of an idea takes hold. It sits and germinates, couching itself in beautiful words. It is layered with vivid imagery, interesting hooks and just the right amount of angst to keep it bound. It sits, germinating. It takes shape in words strung together, pieced while at the stove, in…