What ho!" I said. "What ho!" said Motty. "What ho! What ho!" "What ho! What ho! What ho!" After that it seemed rather difficult to go on with the conversation. I was introduced to Bertie Wooster years ago in high school. Superlative writing by P.G.Wodehouse. An idle rich fellow, Bertie's main job is to entertain…
A: Ariana
She came to me in November 2011 during NaNoWriMo, all in a fog. In a fog for two reasons. First she had amnesia, no idea where she hailed from, who she was really, where her family was, and more importantly what her family was. Second, I was writing off the cuff without any outline. Running…
Blues
Winter haunts outsideLong time for Spring to arriveTrees burn with longing
Upcoming publication!
Here it is, the spine and covers of An Uncommon Anthology! The Anthology is brought together by Colorado Springs Fiction Writers Group and am honored to be one of the fifteen authors whose stories feature in this unique collection. It promises to be a great read! As for my personal journey, I enjoyed crafting the…
Dusting an old novel out
I've done it. I've reached a block in the Memory Blanket where I feel I am hashing out something that I hadnt intended to, so I stopped. I've instead, taken down an old novel that I worked on last year, a magical realism one, but where I have had to create an entire new world.…
Of Prologues
Lately I have been rethinking about prologues. As a reader I have never liked them. Usually I ignore them and get right down to the meat of things, flip to Chapter 1. Now my narration has reached a strange point. I don't believe in black and white. There is no such thing as pure evil,…
Getting back into gear…
So April is over and I'm recovering, albeit slowly from the rush of the A to Z challenge. During this month I was trying hard to learn description in a variety of ways. That's always been my stumbling block. Descriptions. The chapters from my novel would come back from the writers critique group with marks…
Z is for Zest As the month winds down to a simmer, and I look forward to the May flowers that the April showers will bring, I think of the one feeling that underlay the entire month. The thirty days of thinking about a new feeling every day. A roller coaster from chagrin to sanguine.…
Y is for Yearn Aches lie in the heart, And love shines through the moon. For all that is forfeit and all that is attained; For all that is forborne and all that is endured; For paths untrodden and dreams unrealized, Yearning sings slow her melancholic notes. And slashes the spirit into chains of tears.…
X: (I couldn't post this last night due to a power outage in our area. So today is a day for two posts!) Wind played in Mark’s red curly locks. He smiled, as he pedaled harder, sweat dripping down his brow and down his neck. He loved bicycling down this road. The sky dipped down…
Sangita Kalarickal 