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Posies: Available For Pre-order

I don’t know how to say this. But I think I did it. See, how skeptic I still sound of myself? But that is how it is and you if you are still around my blog after an absence of eternity almost after every post, I know you will still go ahead and read this.

 

Believe me, I am not taking you guys for granted but I have been so overwhelmed by the things going around that I did not know what to do, or how to do it. In my last post I was still lost and wandering, I think I still am. However, with all the wandering and wondering I have gone ahead and done this one tiny thing, called ‘POSIES’.

 

Now, what is Posies? ‘POSIES’, my friends, is a collection of poetry that I bled through the entire last year. Now you might know that I had been writing poetry all through the year. 2019 became the year for writing poems. I don’t even know how it started, but one thing led to another (you know what I mean) and then there I had it, a determined thought to write poems every single day of the year.

 

It wasn’t easy. I had days when I asked myself, why was I even doing it? Then there were days when I wanted to tear my own skin. And then there were days that soothed me so much when I wrote down even a short four-line stanza and termed it as poetry. It was worth it, is all I can say. That said, I know not all of them are worth publishing, leave publishing, I don’t think they should even go on my blog. But I did think that there were a select few, however simple, however mundane, that came out of my heart, which I needed to say, a few thoughts that I wanted to be known and read.

 

I know none of us have been intimidated by quantities. So the number of poetries doesn’t matter. What matters, is I have been silent for far too long, and I have a voice now. I want to say things. I want you to feel what one might feel. I want to be read.

 

So, I started drawing out a few works of mine as December started and edited them, re-edited them, re-re-edited them. I worked on them so much that I started hating my own work, wondering if at all I should go and publish something like this. And before I could quit, I started searching for the process of publishing a book and told a couple of my friends what I was doing.

 

I got appreciated, I got the kind of help and support I needed. One of them even went ahead and said, ‘Finally’ probably meaning that finally I was thinking about a book of mine, or even probably that finally I had the courage to do it. Who can tell, I didn’t push.

 

But yes, after that I did not think of quitting. Yes, it was overwhelming and doing something that I had no idea about, trying to make my dream come true, working on something with people of all kinds was indeed torturing to some extent. But I did it. I reached out to people and friends who had done this before, books, e-books, publsihers, cover selection, editors, and marketers. There were a lot of terms, and a lot of area where I had no clue as to what to do.

 

So, I took baby steps, doing one thing after another. And I know I have still made mistakes, probably more than I know now. But I did it, and I cannot tell you how it felt when I sent the last email, finalizing everything, knowing that whatever I could do, I have done. And even far greater feeling was the one when I saw that the e-book was done and ready; live for pre-order on a lot of parts in this world, the feeling of knowing that if someone ever picks up my book, my voice will be far and beyond, making people think. I don’t know what to say. So perhaps, I should stop talking. I will only say that my first book titled ‘POSIES’ is available for pre-order on amazon. And the paperbacks are hopefully coming soon.

 

Below is the link to my book:

 

 

I will sign off today by saying that a writer is nothing without the reviews and criticism she gets. So, if at all you get around to reading my book, do let me know how you feel about it.

 

Also, excuse my all my recent and a few of future posts for being all about my book. But it is the only thing important to me now, that is the only thing happening, this is the only dream I have ever wanted to be labeled as an author somewhere, even if five people read it and all of them tell me it is just another worthless book.

The Author’s World!

“What if we are all just characters in a novel…. And when we forget what we want to say. It’s the author backspacing?”

 

I read this today and now all I am wondering is, really? What if? I mean what if we are all just fictional? What if everything that’s happening to us is a dream or an illusion?

 

Come to think of it we are merely those characters, handled by an unseen source, whose stories are edited and rewritten without anything being done on our part.

Inspiration

I only write when inspiration strikes. Fortunately, it strikes at nine o’ clock sharp every morning.

-William Faulkner

Reading -A Refuge

To acquire the habit of reading is to construct for yourself a refuge from almost all the miseries of life.

-William Somerset Maugham

 

Why?

I stood there stumped, knowing not what to do, I had no idea what was happening, what was all the fuss about? The people around me were exhilarated, but why? I was at a party or a gathering, but why? Everything seemed chic and elegant, people sipping red wine, women bothered with their dresses, men seemed to be discussing on serious issues and in the end was an elevated stage, and someone was announcing my name. Oh! my name but why?

I stood there defining myself in the dark crimson evening gown holding onto my clutch and the phone, trying not to smudge my make-up. But as usual I embarrassed myself in front of everyone as the tears trolled down my kohl outlined eyes. I started walking towards the stage, took just a step ahead when someone blocked my way. A woman, she was holding a book in hand and as I look bewildered she thrust it towards me and also gave me a pen, but why?

I heard my name being announced yet again. I smiled and walked with tears in my eyes, trying to stop them, but why?

The woman stopped me again, an asked me to sign the book, but why? I saw the book and I couldn’t just contain myself. I lost all control. I cried and laughed, all at the same time. The book cover had my name on it and I just needed to sit down to get control of myself, but why?

With shivering hands I signed the book and the moment I returned it, I woke up; but why?

Why did I have to wake up?

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