This quote has always been very near and dear to my heart. And today I need it because OUCH, I’m still reeling from the feedback from my prof and my programme director about the short story I submitted. Let’s just say there were tears. Almost all...
Read previous installations of The Strange House Chronicles here. The kitchen of the small strange house was a tabernacle, a cathedral and a hovel all at once. The room wasn’t really a room, more like an afterthought of design that the architect (had there truly...
Hello from my tree-top writing studio. It's a day of editing for me, which I love. Once the frenetic chaos of the first draft is over, I feel like there's a safety net beneath my tight-rope once again. I can step back and survey the...
A piece of my writing was published recently on Rebelle Society. I wanted to share it with you here, as well. * Yoga is the Ur-Magic, the first-and-always magic, the dimension-next-door and deep-truth-in-your-bones magic. Yoga is the Ur-Magic, the timeless-and-never magic, the memory-of-distant-nebulae-and-first-gasp-of-time magic. Before conscious thought, before...
In my previous post, I lamented my writing struggles. That week, words were simply not flowing for me. And now, just two weeks later, I'm at the tail end of a frenzy of productive writing. You can never predict when the muse will show...
Isn't it strange that writing can simultaneously feel like the one thing you must do and the one thing you cannot do? When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man, with a crayon in his mouth. ~ Kurt Vonnegut Thank you, Mr. Vonnegut, for describing...