Laziness, boredom, whatever…

For the past few days, I have struggled to find the zest for writing. Maybe it’s the weather, or just plain laziness? Whatever, I keep finding distractions like Instagram or Netflix. Even drying up dishes has suddenly taken priority over knuckling down to pen Krish Book II.

In fact, I’m not reading either. Though there are my usual two to three novels on the go, I have left them to gather dust on the coffee table. Very strange behaviour indeed, given my love for books.

Frustrated with the inertia, I decided to kick-start my lust for creativity with visual aids and poured through some holiday snaps. Here are a few that inspired me. Enjoy!





Forever and ever romances

There is something wonderful about the classic romances like Pride and Prejudice, Romeo and Juliet, Jane Eyre. No matter how many times I read them, they never get boring. In fact, there is always something new to be discovered, like a description or a mini arc that hadn’t been noticed before.

These stories are so captivating, I can even remember the names of the minor characters, which is rare for me given I can’t readily recall the authors of the  three books I downloaded only last night.

As a romance writer, I often wonder about the magic ingredient in the stories that help them live on forever, enduring through the ages. Is it the chemistry between the lead characters? The beauty of the prose that lures the reader in? Happy endings despite the odds? Or, how the characters break all the rules, go to extremes to be together, even embracing death?

If anyone has the answer, I’d love to know!

Magic of photography

It never ceases to amaze me, how some individuals can point a camera at anything, be it scrap metal or rotting heaps of compost, and make the images alluring, evocative. Yet, the innate beauty of those mundane scenes eludes the untrained eye, though we encounter them daily, and fail to grace them with a second glance.

Somehow, photographers manage to glean the shining soul of what mere mortals believe to be spent or dead. It’s a wonderful gift, to be able to bring to life that which has been doomed.

It began with junk

Life is about making the most of every opportunity, even the much loathed junk mail, deluging through mail flaps each day, in blatant disregard of the polite yet clear signs, stuck on front doors, decreeing ‘NO JUNK MAIL, PLEASE’.

Out of sheer boredom, one Saturday morning I deigned to flicking through the mountain of bargains and freebies, languishing on our long-suffering doormat and a flimsy A5 pamphlet caught my eye. The Open University it appeared, were offering creative writing courses in October, seven months hence. How wonderful, I thought, wishing  I were able to attend it. Given my sixteen hour a day job however, there was zero probability of that happening, so with a sigh, I threw the leaflet away but not before mentioning it to a friend. Wiser beyond her years, she told me to leave it to the universe, “what is meant to be, will be.”

Come Monday, immersed in work at the office as usual, I’d forgotten all about the course when something very unusual happened. For the first time in over a decade, it occurred to be me just how unhealthy and diminishing my chosen career had been. Where the rebellious thought came from is still a mystery, however no amount of reasoning, coaxing, arguing with myself would get rid of it. Much like changing the filter on a camera lens, one little thought, now firmly rooted, changed my perspective of long held views.

Over the coming months, what I’d previously assumed to be positive growth in my job, proved to be no more than my unquestioning acceptance of limiting traditions and debilitating rules, established since antiquity, in the corporate world.

Meanwhile, unhelpful ideas blossomed on the branches of the now flourishing tree in my mind. Can one truly thrive within the perimeter of restrictions and hierarchies? Is it possible to ‘think out of the box’, trapped within the walls of ‘this is how we’ve always done it here’?

My creative soul revolted to a point where I had to take a sabbatical from work to get my priorities in order. Coincidently, it happened to be in October, the same time as the writing course.