Does writing about matters of the heart bring bad luck?
Or does it?

Have been reading Paul Johnson's essays every week; the writing is ( Read more... )

I do not write the kind of stuff I enjoy reading. : T

Going back to colours, change of colour is also called
tinctumutation.  : )

There are colleagues that one knows by name and
occasionally chats with during a coffee break or at
the bus stop. Today I discovered that one such colleague
is actively involved in theatre. What is more, he has
acted in plays belonging to the Theatre of the Absurd !

I got him to promise to tell me all about his experience
of staging the absurd.

The ( Read more... )

The last three posts in my journal are private-me only.
Not that they are really private in nature but after writing
them, I went on an editing spree. Aware that I would 
probably edit them out of existence, I posted them 
as private before editing.

Needless to say, few sentences
survived my pruning. The little that was left over hardly 
makes for ( Read more... )

 I believe I have moved into hyper-editing mode
again. Not only are my posts becoming shorter,
I have been writing long posts and then editing them out
of existence. Just deleted some green stuff I had
written.

हे काय? मराठीत पोस्ट ( Read more... )

Getting back to writing feels just wonderful. : )

I'm talking about the actual act of writing. Taking a sheet of paper,
a good writing instrument and watching my fingers shape thoughts
on the sheet. Watching the familiar lines of my own handwriting fill
up the page.

Margins and spaces are taken care of unconsciously as I write - 
no tinkering with ( Read more... )

I usually delete pieces of my writing
 (especially poetry) which don't live up to my standards.

Excerpt from a chat:
Neoriz:"well don't delete them...may be don't make them public
...but keep them for records..
because sometimes...these unorderly words arethe ends to the threads that take you to the profound..."


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