I am not an intellectual, I write with my body. And what I write is a moist fog
As I read few articles online by writers who had just come out of a professional writing course and some really undervalued, high school graduated kids from my backyard, I was surprised to note that readers dont give a shit about your degrees and how much you spent to learn how to write if your writing is shit. or worse, still unprofessional. Nobody gives a shit about degrees and your background but if you can emote properly, less parties will poop over your submissions and you will find more work.
Creative writing is nothing like any other field. You are either- Creative af or you suck.
Finding out and bettering your tools, resources and galvanizing your prospects are all a small part, be a good human first. Take time to be a good human, first.
I remember how unadulterated I was when I didn’t care and it did harm me. Writing should be unadulterated but not speaking or fraternizing. human bonds are formed with missing out on bigger things in life, sometimes. I accepted the fact that not cooking for myself but buying a pound cake for a friend or wine for my guy would be nourished in long term planning. These failings to not be able to submit my manuscript on time to magazine because I had finally decided to talk to my cousin was fulfilling in different ways. she was getting married and she was my favourite cousin, lest I was such a novice at interpersonal shinings that I hardly stayed in touch with her and had always felt a void because of that. When I saw the friends for whom I was missing out family time, giving more time and preference(as how it should be) to their own families, I felt ashamed. I also realized that man, I was such a hard boiled egg! I was a punk with no heart or what?
I am still grasping at straws with my beliefs and what all I learn on a everyday basis. I am growing by accepting the fact that sometimes, success is not a trophy or getting published but more about satisfying your soul through simple actions. Like- ‘press that button’ I dangle by the end of every rant ever by me here.
The conclusion of this short rant is the fact that my uneconomical foresight into being a better human in dialing a few numbers, baking a cake and spending money on someone other than me felt ever so good. like a calm, I knew I had but not this intense. And this calm is another manner in how i pen down my thoughts these days. My prose.
My poems have been dark and fastidious in their element, that is how I associated myself. Begun introducing myself like a careless whisper in a desert of snowstorm. As I sit debating whether how I write after I am calm is better than when I am furious at life, everybody and vent on a paper, making holes with the pen. Alas, at least I can smell the candles in my room which I got from Nykaa and Nainital. Suddenly, the dilemma of losing smell and taste due to my bad cough and cold is the worst kind of calm I have these days. the calm of a cold which can be COVID. What do you think?
This time I decided that I wont list down Articles but rather, talk about them like its all good, because some of the links will freeze you, unmute you and some will change you. Like this one, there was nothing ‘Chinese’ or ‘Indian’ about the plague, and reservoirs for plague foci existed in other parts of the world as well. It was a disease that essentially hurt rodents first, and then humans. Talking about hurt, Payalay Chunmun is giving me melancholia. This song isn’t sad though is it now? Talking about songs- This is one of my favourites from LP and if you haven’t checked her yet, you must!!! Meanwhile, I found this rookie tips really interesting and something to ponder over if you want to start your own Newsletter in the near future! One takeaway which describes my aim with this NWSLTR is- A newsletter can be whatever you want it to be — it’s simply a value delivery mechanism. And- No one wants a newsletter from a company, but lots of people would like a newsletter from a smart person who works for that company. This Article on How Your Pre-2020 Self Is Gone Forever and it can never be a bad thing was really good.
“I’m a big fan of just setting expectations in my own mind to always err on the side of being pleasantly surprised,” this author of a gorgeous article says, “rather than being disappointed.”
Plenty of species really are technically immortal. This Article talks about this at length.
I’ve found a prisoner’s letters to a lover—One begins: “These words may never reach you.” Another ends: “The skin dissolves in dew/ without your touch.” And I want to answer: I want to live forever. What else can I say?/ It rains as I write this. Mad heart, be brave
I posted a series of really cool guides and many of the tagged accounts (Some which I follow with a till I die attitude) gained a ton of followers and that makes me really really happy… you can check out some of the uber cool guides and let me know what more I can curate here!!
Why feel ashamed that you are a broke writer? It’s not on you
Many times I have had to tell a friend to lend me some bucks or ask for help from the elders. But asking help from my colleagues or flatmates never seemed right. WHY NOT?
There can be multiple reasons. This Article on Cut was God sent in making me feel unabashed, unashamed. Never in my life ever again I will say- I don’t take money from my parents who are still paying loans which go back 30 years to banks and thank god, not a loan shark. There, my parents have done themselves well. They have not left me and my brother with debt or futile options, readymade. They are learning uncertainties as much as we are, only that they are hard boiled, while I am still smelling like a runny.
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