After hours of trying to write, I’m back where it all began, this space.
Daily (w)rite began as a daily writing ritual, more for myself than anyone else. And that’s where I need to return the writing self–where I write for myself and not others. To write used to be play, not a chore.
Friends tell me this is burnout, that I need to fill up the my creative bank in order to be able to write with abandon. I’m able to write non-fiction, articles and interviews (which is what I’ve mostly been doing for the past 3 months), and the occasional flash fiction–like this one for the Decade Blog-hop—but anything longer is taking uncharacteristic effort.
I’m trying to coast along on the journey of You Beneath Your Skin: the fact that readers are donating to Project WHY and Stop Acid Attacks.
That You Beneath Your Skin has been named one of the top 5 page Indian turners on MensXP magazine.
And that it has received great reviews on its recent UK blog tour:
Hair Past a Freckle: Important story told with sensitivity and insight
With each review, I’ve been a little reassured, but it hasn’t made me at ease about my writing.
I mostly write like no one would ever read it, at least for the first draft. I need to get back to that, and soon.
As a writer, do you ever write like no one would ever read it?
“You Beneath Your Skin,” published by the fab team at Simon and Schuster IN is making its way into the world.
It is available in India here.
Reviews are appreciated–please get in touch if you’d like a review copy.
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