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Writing Marathon....Saturday Night


I have finally decided , that enough is enough  and lets stop day dreaming and do something concrete.

What are my major goals:

To get published before this year ends, well that's  along term plan.

Before this month ends , I need to come up with 3 stories  , one play in English....and clear cut plan for my novel "Project Irfan" and I want to open a Bookshop cum Cafe named kashmir Book Shop in near future.

And also loose 5 Kgs by the end of this month and go regularly to GYM morning 6 am to 7 am for next 10 days.

But today on this Saturday night I want to start and finish a story write here right now...

But   do I have an Idea, any outline???...I have a couple , normally when I start penning down a story , I start with very enthusiasm , but somewhere in the middle I loose the plot and then it adds to the list of unfinished symphonies and becomes a source of pain rather than joy. But having finished another couple of books of Archer/Satyajit/Bond, I am confident I can hold my ground this time around and not let the story overwhelm me.


Lets see how that starts


Dated: 15-02-2014...11:38 PM

After a lengthy discussion with my flat mate on the my future , I finally did what i was itching to do from the last 2 months. I finished writing a story after a marathon 1.5 hour non stop writing . I normally type my pieces  in my laptop , but this time I was like  in a trance and I grabbed whatever was close to me , lest I loose  it again
It was a story I had heard long back. I still remember  how that story changed my views about ghosts and everything and how my father had to accompany to washroom that night. I was so frightened after that.

I hope I was able to do justice to the story. Most of it is in first person, and that "flow" problems which I was facing have been partially resolved and I hope my lines will make your brain Imagine  the  various situation and places the story goes into. I have finished its end this time. I have an incomplete novel and 10 other stories lying  in an obscure folder on my company's lappy. But this time I have gone a bit ahead . The only thing different I did this time was think through the whole story and imagine those things happening to me. Suddenly the fear of another In-complete story was over and a sense of adventure started. All the shitty thoughts took a back seat and only the story remained in my damaged brain. My heart beat followed the ups and downs of the protagonist and it was a treat writing about 12 pages in a single go.


Though forgot to order dinner and now at 11:38 PM all we have are a few loafs of bread left, and my hand is paining a lot.


Now ,tomorrow I will finally type it out and edit it. I may have to  read the grammar again and a check for "primary level" blunders in my piece. It difficult though , but one has to made it readable .....






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