Is always a fun experience. The jostle for the right words, the inner tussle to get "it" right. There is always a sense of shrewd detachment when I'm writing. I am very intrigued by different styles of writing. But, being the lazy ass that I am, I haven't been reading that much these days. In fact, the last time I seriously read something was few pages from this book I'm currently reading on Indian national history. So, as I lumber on with my writing, there is little I am doing everyday. Nothing seems to be heading anywhere! The plot looks thin like some pathetic worn out tee, while the tone feels like I could puke if it were food.
The world seems to have slowed. Obviously. Okay, I am not humoring myself anymore with some blog entry, while the draft stays unattended to, right?
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