AtoZChallenge: Y is for Yes/No

Often times we are plagued by a Yes/No situation. Especially in my life as a writer, I’ve come across this several times.

There’s a couple of deadlines for short story submissions in the same month. There’s a competition here, a prize there. They’re so hard to refuse. They just come piling along and every opportunity seems good. Brilliant, in fact.

And then you’re in a dilemma. Do you do this or do that or do both. And then you worry about how you’ll do justice to all the projects you’ve said YES to when you know that you should’ve said NO. To yourself first.

Many a times, it’s a NO to yourself that counts. To be able to tell yourself that focusing on that one big thing is more important than going after mediocre goals.

And again, you’re back to the dilemma if you’re doing too little. Are you pushing yourself enough?

Life comes full circle. This is when I decide that the best thing to do is JUST DECIDE and then stick to that decision no matter what next shiny thing comes along.

There’s nothing much you can do with such sweet temptations except to LET THEM GO. Have fun with the YES’s and NO’s.


AtoZChallenge: X is for Xpress

Learning to express oneself.

Isn’t that the biggest, most difficult challenge as a writer? Expressing ourselves can be a difficult feat especially when we cannot articulate our feelings too well.

Our gut feeling says we don’t like a book we’re reading. But WHY? That is hard to express. It takes a lot of practice and thinking to properly articulate what we like or don’t like about a book and how we put that down in words.

Then again, it’s always necessary to lay out the pros and cons and let the reader decide for herself.

I’ve rated so many books on Goodreads but although I want to, I’m still discerning how to write a good review. A good review isn’t about giving a 4- or 5-star rating, but about honesty that’s well articulated, and covers all aspects of a book, from characterization to plot to story, and does justice to the work of an author and the curiosity of a reader.

I hope I can do a good review one day. Until then, I’m still thinking about how to express myself veritably 🙂

Over to you!

AtoZChallenge: U is for Unexpected

Unexpected thoughts come to your mind sometimes. Just like the thought of writing came to me. One day I went to a reading, and I saw this writer-singer read from his debut novel, and suddenly when I returned home I just wanted to write. Just like that.

I recently read Murakami’s What I Talk About When I Talk About Running, and I was quite surprised to read that Murakami had such an unexpected calling to becoming a writer too. Until I’d read Murakami, which was recently, I wondered how I’d admit that my desire too came from nowhere. It wasn’t based on anything, except a keen desire to do something with my life.

As I listened to this writer read from his manuscript about a deaf and mute boy who wins an Olympics race, something stirred inside me, and I accepted the intense tug that I felt in my heart.

So, here I am, being the writer that I wanted to be 🙂 Here’s the excerpt from Murakami’s book that I’d like to share where he talks about becoming a novelist. Enjoy!

I can pinpoint the exact moment when I first thought I could write a novel. It was around one-thirty in the afternoon of April 1, 1978. I was at Jingu Stadium that day, alone in the outfield drinking beer and watching the game…Hilton got a hit down the left field line. The crack of bat meeting ball right on the sweet spot echoed through the stadium. Hilton easily rounded first and pulled up to second. And it was at that exact moment that a thought struck me: You know what? I could try writing a novel. I still can remember the side open sky, the feel of the new grass, the satisfying crack of the bat. Something flew down from the sky at that instant, and whatever it was, I accepted it.

I never had any ambitions to be a novelist. I just had this strong desire to write a novel. No concrete image of what I wanted to write about, just the conviction that if I wrote it now I could come up with something that I’d find convincing. When I thought about sitting down at my desk at home and setting out to write I realized I didn’t even own a decent fountain pen. So I went to the Kinokuniya store in Shinjuku and bought a sheaf of manuscript paper and a five-dollar Sailor fountain pen.A small capital investment on my part.

-Haruki Murakami

What beautiful words! It brought such gladness to my heart. If you have an unexpected story to share, I’d love to hear.

Love and hugs,


AtoZChallenge: J is for Juggling

When you’re juggling family and kids and work, how do you stay true to your writing?

I’ve seen people do a lot more juggling than me and they seem able to do a million different things at the same time. Or they seem to be able to prioritize and get most if not all the things done.

Now, here’s my problem:

If I have too much to do, I get overwhelmed and stressed.

If I have nothing at all to do, or perhaps a day I can idle and dream about the story or put out a piece at leisure, then I practically waste the entire day and get nothing at all done.

Before I know it, the day has slipped by and I have accomplished nothing.

So how do you stay motivated when there is nothing to push you? How do you avoid procrastination and sheer laziness?

I wish I knew the answers to all these questions. and I wish I could rein myself in and get to work.

I also notice that to do any kind of meaningful writing I need at least two to three hours to settle in comfortably into that space with no distractions and no other assignments coming up. I also can’t write in 15 minute intervals or while waiting in the car, or at the grocery store.

With so many habits that are detrimental to my productivity, such as finding the right workspace, the right time and the right mental space, how will I ever get any writing done?


AtoZChallenge: D is for The ‘D’ word in a writer’s life

As I sat and typed away furiously, I knew this was going to be a close call. The clock was ticking, my keys were clicking, but I was nowhere close to the finish line.

But somehow the words seemed to flow better when I rushed into it. They allowed themselves to be bent and shaped better. Or was I just imagining it?

At 11.59pm, it was “now or never” time. The final call for my unthoroughly checked, last-minute copy. I sighed and let it go.

SENT. The message on my screen blinked.

I rubbed my tired eyes and yawned and stretched my aching back. I had only started this morning. Too late to start something that was due by 12 midnight!

I will never do this again I promised myself for the zillionth time. Never again will I be dead by the deadline!

Did somebody just smirk? 🙂