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Writing a write-as-you-think journal, after a long time

Writing a free-writing journal can be a de-stressing experience, but it has not featured here or on my writing blog for a time because I use most of my free-writing for my stories. But here goes today:

Each day, as it grows out of the old one, is an island in itself. It is surrounded by the seas of yesterday and tomorrow, but for those brief hours, it is all its own, and in its span an entire lifetime may be lived.

Strange, that given one day, you can grab at each of its moments, its minutes, its hours, stretch them out in the sun, lay them out one by one, one after the other like fresh washing—pristine, clean smelling. Examine each till it expands and swells under the glare of your scrutiny, as it lays itself bare, vulnerable, ready to be handled at your will.

And then, you pick it up, toss it carelessly aside, this today, this flower that has bloomed in your heart, your hands, your very existence, you toss it out and about and do not pay attention.

Seize the moment, hah, what garbage, you tell yourself. And before you know it, there is a new day, and the old one is gone.

Word count 300(sigh, again ! )

Damyanti Biswas

Damyanti Biswas is the author of You Beneath Your Skin and numerous short stories that have been published in magazines and anthologies in the US, the UK, and Asia. She has been shortlisted for Best Small Fictions and Bath Novel Awards and is co-editor of the Forge Literary Magazine. Her literary crime thriller series, the Blue Mumbai, is represented by Lucienne Diver from The Knight Agency. Both The Blue Bar and The Blue Monsoon were published in 2023.

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  • DarcKnyt says:

    Good thoughts in this one. I enjoyed them. But the day, like the cut flower, will dry and wither and be gone, no matter how we cherish it. Unlike the flower, there is no method for preserving it, pressed safe in a book and dried, to be saved for another time when the sight of a flower can lift a heart.

    And stop beating yourself up! 300 is better than nothing!! Keep going, girl! You’re doing fine!

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