The messages from my publisher usually are short and to the point. My heart skips a beat each time I see her name pop up on my messages. In February of this year, I had plans. I renewed my passport. I was to apply for a visa. I had a mental map of the places … Continue reading The Writing Journey
All it took was a message from a writer friend to get me started on an essay. I started with a blank page. I had a vague idea about what I wanted to write. I did what I normally do, pick some random starting point and start my narrative there. The words flew, they jumped … Continue reading On Writing: Giving In To Impulse
Miracles happen. They do! In July this year, a publisher from Red Panda, a children's imprint of Westland Publishing (an Amazon company) in India reached out through my blog. She asked if I was interested in writing children's fiction. I hemmed and hawed and eventually jumped at the opportunity. For someone who primarily writes creative … Continue reading Announcement: Book Deal!
I love the sound of keys clacking on the keyboard, the external kind that yields a touch of resistance each time I press on the button. I look at the words form on the screen, words after words forming sentences, paragraphs, and stories. Sometimes, I am stuck. I type, backspace, type again, stall and eventually … Continue reading Writing And The Imposter Syndrome
In May of this year, the Editorial Director for Verve Magazine reached out to commission a piece for their Entertainment issue. We went back and forth over email before finally honing in on a topic we were both happy with. For the first time, I wrote, set the piece aside, edited and sent it out. … Continue reading Milestone: First Commissioned Piece – Verve India
I walk around the basement, its luxury vinyl tiles looking like grey slate, it feels smooth to my slippered feet. I walk until it becomes like breathing, natural and the state of being. A phone is glued to my ear. A new friend talks about embarking on her journey as a writer. I feel envious … Continue reading Multiple Me(s)
The resentment pushes out of me in waves, undulating with the intensity of the feeling. I hang up the phone and stalk away. I know I am being childish, that the person on the other end of the line has no clue why I feel this way. Yet, at this moment, all I can feel … Continue reading Petulance
We sat in a circle around the table, a good twenty-five of us. We took turns reading from our work. A few were dramatic, some understated, a good number poignant. I finished reading knowing I aced it. The afternoon we listened to editors from literary magazines offer up tips. We sat as agents shared dos … Continue reading YWW: Day Five
The suitcase lies open on top of our breakfast table. I take things out and put some back in. It is pretty heavy. Saathi reminds me that I could make do with far lesser clothes. I waver and decide to lug all of it with me. I have checklists in varying stages of completion. My … Continue reading On The Brink
Early this year, I applied to the Yale Summer Session for Writers called the Yale Writer's Workshop on a whim. I figured I'd decide how to manage to go there *if* I got in. Late March, I received word that I was accepted. I agonized over it for a week before caving and registering for … Continue reading Yale Writer’s Workshop
She sat in the window seat watching the countryside fly by. It wasn’t yet winter but the window fogged up with her breath as she leaned closer to get a better view. The exchange on WhatsApp was playing on her mind. “Hey! Am in town this week. Meant to message you before I left… Any … Continue reading Fiction: It’s Not You. It’s Me.
“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 … Continue reading Finding Passion
Writing is personal. Writing is crafting thoughts, giving shape to ideas and letting them loose in the world for it to be held aloft or beaten down. Writing it sharing a piece of yourself with each piece, each word. It is letting yourself be seen uncloaked, unarmored. Writing is being vulnerable. Writing takes courage. Writing … Continue reading On Writing
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, … Continue reading Taking Pause
I trawl through my twitter feed, religiously liking posts I want to revisit and emailing myself links I want to read later. Before I call it a night, I pull up certain people I follow to see if they have words of wisdom as it pertains to writing. I log off with a smug satisfaction … Continue reading Setting Yourself Up For Success
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, … Continue reading Stirrings of doubt
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 … Continue reading Updates
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 … Continue reading On Writing
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 … Continue reading Of stories. Untold. Unborn.
I remember the first piece I wrote that resonated with readers way back in 2000 about 'ponnu parkal' aka arranged marriages. For every person who agreed with me, I had an equal number disagree. I remember reading through the comments and thinking 'they do not get it'. That lit something in me. I went on … Continue reading Forays into writing
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