It's been a while for a lot of things. It's been a while since I wrote seriously. It's been a while since I read. I finished a book yesterday and it took me a couple of weeks to get through and it was one that should have taken a week or less to read. It's… Continue reading
Sometimes I don't like to write and I do it anyway. I struggle to write and I try to fill the pages of my journal and I hate myself. Why am I doing this when I don't want to write? Every word I put down feels insincere, an extraction with nothing to numb the process.… Continue reading Difference of Being.
It's hard to write about the grief you hold. It consumes you and makes you silent, often. "I will be there for you, if you need it," people tell you. "I can do anything you want, if you so desire. Just give me a call, and it will be done." But do they really mean… Continue reading The Grief in Art.
What motivates you to write? To be honest, I don't quite know. When I was a wee lass, I wrote because I enjoyed it. These days, I write because it's the only thing I'm good at and I'm not quite ready to give it up. Not to mention that there are people out there who… Continue reading Writing Down My Motivation.
This month marks five years in my journey in my blog. Five years is a long time to stay in one Internet niche and I'm happy to have made it this far, especially when one starts a blog without any kind of idea about what to write in it. In 2012, I was feeling rather… Continue reading Ordinary Travels is Five Years Old.
"Oskar Schindler was a Nazi officer, but he was secretly helping Jewish people to escape." "But he was a terrible person." "What? For helping people escape the Holocaust? This was based on a true story." "But he wasn't a good person...he ate people." I look at her confused. "What?" "Who was the person who killed… Continue reading Schindler’s Hannibal.
I think the biggest barrier that stops people from full honesty in their private writing is the fear that others will read what they've said without knowledge or permission. To know that others could see their innermost thoughts without them knowledge is the scariest thing in the entire world. We often lament on our limited… Continue reading The Barrier of Thoughts