17/06/2014 by Siddiqui Fayesal
I’m having a lean period. Although I’m writing more regularly than ever it’s not being translated onto my blog here. I can say goodbye to blogging and dance (badly) into the sunset and fool myself into believing that I’ll succeed in getting my book published within the next 2 years.
I can’t dance, for one thing, and I know my so-called-book will not materialise in the next two years. I am like any other writer who thinks he can conquer the world by writing a book, getting it published and being at the receiving end of this thing called “praise and accolades”. I am just like that. The transition from “wanting to be a writer” to “being one” is painfully long. I have no markers to guide me; no filthy rich uncles or aunties to give away money so I don’t have to work so I could work on my book.
Forget about those, I don’t even have a story. And to say I started work on that book in a cheap hotel room in Delhi in the sweltering heat on the 7th of June, 2007. Alright, so there was a lag of a year or two when I never even turned back to the story. Big deal that when I did turn back I threw away 80% of what I’d thought of and written. But, the smear of that date will always stalk me. People will say, “Oh! He started in 2007 and he’s still writing his “book” 7 years later. He must be good”
Trust me, it’s not. The smell you notice? It’s the smell of laziness and tardiness coupled with a brooding mind (doesn’t brood well, I swear) which broods all kinds of incomprehensible shit. So, yeah, I have the 7 year itch. But, in my lazy defense, I’d say that the past two years, make that a year and a half, have been productive. I’ve written a lot. I’ve got a hazy outline of what I am planning to do with my characters and a semi permeable story line. Which is good. But, even that doesn’t have much to do with my blog.
I keep hearing those prompts that WordPress comes up with and I am intrigued to try. But I like it if my prompts come from elsewhere. Like, a friend for example. I did write a poem based on the prompt a friend gave me a few months back. Read it, here. No, no, I insist. Please, gawddammit!
Anyway, I came up with my own set of prompts. Her’s the little story about it.
I love collecting diaries. I like ’em so much that I will take them even if a few random pages are filled in. So, a friend of mine gave me a diary from his workplace a year or so back and I hadn’t decided what to do with it. That’s okay, right? I mean just because I like diaries doesn’t mean I have fill ’em up, right? I have an awesome Harry Potter notebook that I picked up from the raddi wala around 3 years back and I still haven’t decided what I’m going to write in it. I don’t have it here or else I’d put a pic. Later.
Anyway, the diary found a use 6 months back when a friend and me decided to collaborate for a story. The diary has quotes at the bottom of every page. Now, 365 quotes are a lot. It’s enough fodder for someone like me to survive on for 4 years at the very least! I know I’m not the kind who will be able to blog every day. I haven’t mastered that sort of kung-fu. So, roughly even if I blog a quote a week I have 7 years to finish them.
Hahahaha… I like!