Plotting my way back

I am back from wherever one comes back from, after a hiatus. I devour the written word without a doubt, but writing becomes an issue, even for work. Which is why document what I read makes sense, but I grow tired of my laxities. Let’s hope I can come back to writing regularly.

Now, about reading. I read Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie last month and was completely bowled over by it. How does she do this? Write so effortlessly. And Ifemelu is me, I don’t know how — she is probably the closest to who I am in real life. Before Ifemelu, the only other character I thought was me was Maggie Tulliver from The Mill on the Floss by George Eliot. More on that later. So, after Americanah, I could not get myself to read for a long time. I kept crawling back to Ifemelu and read parts of the book, to feel better about myself.

Then this week, I read a mediocre crime fiction called The Bullet by Mary Louise Kelly and my reading mojo came back to me. It was just beautiful to finish the book, to turn to the last page (albeit, in my kindle), to see that line under the name of the book on my kindle home-screen stretch out to its maximum. I began reading Sleeping on Jupiter by Anuradha Roy earlier today, and haven’t reached a point where I can form concrete opinions about the book, but so far, I am liking it.


33 Unusual Tips To Being A Better Writer

Thought Catalog

Back in college, my friend Sanket and I would hang out in bars and try to talk to women but I was horrible at it. Nobody would talk to me for more than thirty seconds, and every woman would laugh at all his jokes for what seemed like hours. Even decades later I think they are still laughing at his jokes. One time he turned to me and said, “The girls are getting bored when you talk. Your stories go on too long. From now on, you need to leave out every other sentence when you tell a story.” We were both undergrads in Computer Science. I haven’t seen him since, but that’s the most important writing (and communicating) advice I ever got.

33 other tips for being a better writer

Write whatever you want. Then take out the first paragraph and last paragraph. Here’s the funny thing about this rule…

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The One Where It All Begins.

When I came back, the first thing I did was re-arrange my favourite book shelf – I have been home for exactly seventeen days and I don’t find it weird that I am *still* living out of a suitcase.

Right now, I’m surrounded by seven books and my Kindle.

Every morning (afternoon, actually) starts with the same thought, “What book should I read today?”Weekends-001

I leave books in the bathroom, as a (bad) habit. I’ve missed reading in the bathroom for five years in law school. My bowels are perfect when I have something to read while I do the deed!

The Mater has paid an online library to deliver books home (and pick them up when I’m done reading! Whoa!) because she dreads the next three and a half months as much I do.

If the Pater moves a book off the shelf, I notice almost immediately.
The Boy threatens to break up if I don’t read his favourite books (Torture, I say!).

The Brother doesn’t read at all. I secretly want to disown him.

If I have kids and they don’t read, I am going to defenestrate them.


I have a lot of free time and I am reading like a woman possessed. 🙂

So it begins.

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