Tag Archives: My Writing Struggles

Tiresome Editing

It’s October, summer is around the corner, the soft light of dawn filters through my curtains earlier than that of the gloomy winter; birds chirp joyfully, everywhere colourful flowers bloom at the touch of summer daylights, and the cells of my body vibrate at the invisible kisses of summery delights. I feel inspired, my creative energyContinue reading “Tiresome Editing”

My Desertion From The Webhosphere

But nothing remains stable or sustaining in life; and after lockdown everything changed for me 2020 has been very challenging for me, I guess it has been the case for many of you. Before the outbreak of the pandemic or whatever else, I was always stuck on my PC and smartphone; always hunting down forContinue reading “My Desertion From The Webhosphere”

Bits of thoughts from a shattered heart

Its patience; my impatience A river runs deep inside of me. And it takes its source from the mountain of my mind. It slowly flows, streams patiently, and on its course it engulfs some water creatures, some aquatic plants, and loads of pebbles and soil, and this, all the while I sit on its bank,Continue reading “Bits of thoughts from a shattered heart”

Nightmare on editing street

Today I waked up and thought about how much time and effort goes in editing my writings, and I asked myself – isn’t there any other way for me to alleviate my editing struggles? Am I condemned to never be able to spot my own grammatical errors, word dispositions, and wrong display of sentences rightContinue reading “Nightmare on editing street”

I won’t lower down my expectations

I know that the world is shaking right now, where most of us are sad, angry, aching, mourning; and that amidst this strange and wretched time, everything appears grim, morose, and without hope – but should our own heart be alike the gloomy ambiance that’s surrounding us? That’s the question that I’ve been trying toContinue reading “I won’t lower down my expectations”

Harpooning The Next Day

I’ve been doing lots of thinking since this ill-wind blew its mortal breath upon the world. This situation, or these sequences of situations look like one of these fictional stories I watch on television, read in books, or even, same as those stories I write or daydream about . . . Sad days which surelyContinue reading “Harpooning The Next Day”

My Sudden Realization Amidst The Crisis

I have always been a quiet-over-confident type of person, mainly due to my loyalty and worship of the self; and where most of my tragedy shows stem from the fact that my self-esteem has taken a harsh blow. I lose all self-control when I feel that my self-esteem has been attacked, I see red, andContinue reading “My Sudden Realization Amidst The Crisis”

I’ve Been On Cloud Nine

Productivity & Focus I’ve been flying on cloud nine, woolgathering all of the ideas that might make up my poetry book i-Organel Dreamscape. It was a mindscape filled of wonderment, where I’ve been meeting with all the creatures that run wildly within my dreams—those figments that make up my imagination—and expressing all of these momentsContinue reading “I’ve Been On Cloud Nine”

The Weight Of Doing It All In Solo

Self-teaching oneself is much more difficult and time consuming than I would have ever thought. Completing my book, creating content for my blog, learning, masterminding ideas for my solopreneur future, taking care of the children and of the house… pheeww! Telling you folks, I am overwhelmed, and this to the point that lately I hadContinue reading “The Weight Of Doing It All In Solo”