I attended a writing workshop after a long, long time yesterday. I haven’t spoken favourably about them in the past, but that has more to do with the way I am than the way writing classes are generally conducted. I was relieved that I wasn’t asked the question, “Why do you want to write?” But, that was probably because of lack of time. Instead, we focused on writing itself. Not a how-to-write, but a more direct – write.
I panicked. I haven’t written much this year. I think it has to do with the fact that I’m getting older and I equate that with being more mature and how-I-hate-that-compound-word grown-up, which translates into the writing world as “write a book, you idiot.” That is it. I haven’t written much at all in 2018 because I’ve only wanted to write a book. Continue reading “Real Time Ramble: Writing and Creating”→
Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?/ I’m getting old and I need something to rely on. – Keane, “Somewhere Only We Know”
According to a recent study, the music you listen to from age 12 to 22 is the music you will go back to, or prefer, for the rest of your life. There have been studies like this before, Continue reading “Of The Music You Like”→
I want to try something new. I’m thinking of calling it Amrita’s ‘Wednesday Words of Wisdom’. These wouldn’t be rehashing some trite motivational quotes. No, Messieurs et Mesdames et Mesdemoiselles. These will be the hard-earned truth, laid brutally on your casual reading plate. Today’s words are: Never ask anybody what they think of you. Continue reading “Book Review: A Horse Walks Into A Bar”→
If you are a book blogger/reviewer, I have a proposition for you!
I would love to send you copies of my book Of Opinions: Essays on Life, Love and Loneliness (available in all e-book formats – .mobi, .epub, .pdf etc.) to read and review.Continue reading “Book Bloggers Wanted!”→
I didn’t feel for Warhol the way Robert did. His work reflected a culture I wanted to avoid. I hated the soup and felt little for the can. I preferred an artist who transformed his time, not mirrored it. – Patti Smith, Just Kids
My brain’s been chewing on this for the last few days. Should an artist be a mirror, something even Shakespeare claimed to do, or a transformer? Should art itself stop at reflecting life, or attempt to change it?
I preferred an artist who transformed his time, not mirrored it. – Patti Smith
Coming up this week: Book reviews on Just Kids by Patti Smith and The Forty Rules of Love by Elif Shafak. Also essay called Of Blogging and Money, to celebrate the third blog anniversary of Of Opinions.