Flashy Title That Catches You Attention: Asking to be Cyberbullyed

Yes. I did type you instead of your. I did that on purpose. People spot mistakes faster, HA! Clickbait.

Anyway, November is here. A day away from me. And so is NaNoWriMo. National Novel Writing Month. And I have something to say about that:

  • Am I American? No. So should it not be InNoWriMo? International Novel Writing Month?
  • I know I haven’t announced my novel yet. I won’t. Probably won’t even be finished this month. So? Huh? How do you care?
  • I am ranting. I know. I am aware of this. So? You clicked on this. You’re in my domain now. I’ll do whatever I want. (technically I don’t own the domain, it belong’s to WordPress. So, go figure!)
  • I am probably going to write a lot about a story but not the entire thing. It’s just a method to force out my first draft. Just shush up. Shush. Don’t overreact on me trying to write a novel. Shush. Up.

Bringing light to the matter that I know that I am most probably not going to be able to finish all 50k words this month, I have taken a few decision. Here they are:

  • I don’t care if I am working on the NaNoWriMo project or not, I will be writing something. Something. That includes but is not limited to:
    • The erotica poetry project.
    • The second poetry project.
    • The third poetry project.
    • You get the idea, let’s move on.
    • The NaNoWriMo project.
    • This blog.
    • And work on the development of a book review blog.
    • The research papers I have not been working on.
  • I’m going to force out 3k words a day. I am not going to leave a room for most of the day all November. I can do 3k, okay? I have done 1800 in two hours. I’ll pull 3k in 24! Stop criticizing me already!
  • I meant what I said. I will do it.

Hopefully, by the end of this month, I am going to have Something. Something. Something.

Criticize me. I call it. Every day at 12, I will publish the status here. Word count too. During the day, you might find a blog here. If you do not, call me out. Criticize me. Cyberbully me. I call it.

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Recycling, Reusing and Repurposing

Nostalgia. I remember when I was in school, a few days before the seeming freedom a friend of mine dropped all his friends a text. A few days before the final exam, the message read, “Coming to School tomorrow?” And in that instant, the reality of the situation hit our bellies like a wrecking ball. The bittersweet aftertaste, matured for 12 years had finally indeed hit our heads. Intoxicating us.

Today as I write this seemingly absurd contemplation, I am reminded of the same. Nostalgia.

Nostalgia for the blog I began and reshaped so many times. Nostalgia for the similar yet ever evolving *tap-tap-tap* of the keyboards I have used. Nostalgia for the flat that I am in. Where I shall be in sweet solitude for . . , let’s say, a while now. Nostalgia for my parents, with whom I lived for so long! And nostalgia for myself and what has become of me.

I can’t write a lot as of now. I have to pick the minds of the greatest weavers of the history. (Much more than you have you eat mine!) But all that I can say right now is, I am recycling this. I am going to reuse this website.
And this will be repurposed, yet again.

For at this very moment, on the 5th of July 2017, 2:51 am I sit half-naked, under a fan in a nearly empty flat. Feeling nostalgic and cathartic.

But at this moment the tonic is not matured for 12 years, but 20.

To your good health!
Adwitiya

Rebirth

This blog is officially dead.

And now that it is dead. We can work together on fixing it. And I have a plan.

Over the past three years, I have been on this blog. I have been writing fiction here and this is the place where I wrote fiction first, where I experimented with the genres and explored all of them and this is indeed the very place where I decided that I want to write for a living. This is the place which I used to sharpen the nib of my pen and this is where I skilled myself.

After three years of writing blogs, I realized that I have been doing it wrong. I have not been consistent with the blog. I have not been participating as actively as I should have. I do not have a successful blog and the worst of them all? That I cannot use a single story which I have uploaded here to get published in a magazine or anthology. Even though blogging has had it’s positives on me, it has had it’s negatives too.

But I want to revive the blog. Just because it is not yielding, it does not mean that I should give up on it. The blog is like my home and after living for three years in my e-home, I have grown attached to it. This is where I belong and if you have not paid attention yet, it has my name on it. I can’t give up on myself like this. I can make this work.

But it’s the law of nature. Creation begins with Destruction. The humans came after the dinosaurs died. A baby is born after destruction. Cities are made after the destruction of forests. A phoenix rises, but from it’s very own ashes. You must fall to rise. Die to live. If you won’t fail, how will you distinguish the taste of success and victory? The taste of achievement and milestone? How will you know when you are doing better and when you are winning?

So now, I pronounce this blog officially dead. I am re-creating it from the ground up. Cosmetic and cellular changes. A few of those are visible to you. A few to come very soon.

This blog will soon again be a daily deal. And there are a lot of interesting and surprising announcements to come. Stay tuned.

Daily Prompt: Smoke

Like the haunting tale recalled,

Of the nightly beast that haunts.

The smoke he smoked went up and blurred

In rings it went and evanescence.

His mouth was shaped into an O,

As if the beast inside was trying to grow.

The ring resembled the moon so close

It threatened to change the moonless night.

His hissing blow shatters the silence,

Of the howling wolf his stance compares.

He smiles at us and shrugs his frame

But inside lays something that has had fame.

Atop he shows he doesn’t know.

Inside a joke with the beast he shares.

 

via Daily Prompt: Smoke

P.s.: Don’t smoke. It appears to be cool but it kills. Don’t smoke.

BREAKING NEWS!!!

“Yeah? Are you sure on this? Is this true?

Well I don’t care! Just get me a goddamn confirmation! Wow! This is literally a breaking news right here.”

*Clicks of the earphone*

*News reporter looks at the screen and starts to narrate*

“Well the news just got in! The professional procrastinator, Adwitiya Dixit has finally announced his retirement. He said that he will no longer be procrastinating. This is just as much a shocker to me as it is to you. I can’t believe my ears man! Let me share an insight with you. Industry expersts are saying that this is an industry changer right here. The inflow of investment to the Royal Funds For Professional Procrastinators is really in trouble now. The “Clubbers Club to Club Work: A Proscrastinator’s Life” club is really very annoyed at this and have cancelled Adwitiya’s life-time membership. Who knows what the future has in store, flying figs!?!”

 

Okay so the poor joke ends here. Hereby I swear that every moment I am idle will now be invested in the brainchild I have. By the end of this month expect “Withdrawl Effects”.

Yup! It’s a novella I have been working on to be working on it. Don’t get excited though. It’s everything that you wouldn’t want to read probably. Something which happens to be about an addict’s struggle with an addiction. Hopelessly Romantic genre. You don’t want to read it. Trust me.

One month and you’ll have it. Promise. 😀

All I Ever Want

That’s all I ever want.

All I ever want is to sleep after you so as to see you as you sleep and mumble in your sleep. So that when you are about to wake up, I see the reluctance to let go of your dreams in your expressions. So that when I finally embrace you in morning and whisper “Good Morning beautiful” in your ears and kiss your cheeks, I can see the faint blush n your cheeks as they flush red and a slow creeping smile across your lips.

All I ever want to serve you breakfast even before you have the time to wake up properly and feed it to you with my hands. So that you can mumble how the food I cooked was and when finally realize that it’s your favourite dish you can say it’s the best in the whole wide world with the largest smile on this planet.

All I ever want is when you come back from home, I embrace you tightly in a hug and the shift you to my back. So that you don’t have to spend your precious energy in walking around and other minimal tasks. So that all your saved energy can be invested into talking to me and describing me your endeavours at work. So that I can hear about the interesting cases and the boring ones too. So that you can keep speaking and speaking and speaking and speaking and speaking.

All I ever want is that we could see another sunset from our room in our home which we picked together and set it together and decorated it together and spooilt together. Where we spend our time together and will do so in the future too together. Where we are together. Amusing ourselves and enjoying the beauties of nature together. Were I embrace you and amuse, bemuse and never ever refuse you.

All I ever is that every morning you wake up with a smile and go to sleep with a smile and in between a smile dances on your lips and if possible even in your dreams you smile.

To summerize all I ever want in my life, is for you to smile.

Snatch!

“Angel, you think we should move this white teddy…”, I was saying but you interrupt me.

“His name is Flake.”, you say and snatch it from me.

“Okay baby.”, I say smiling. “Flake should sit on the glass case in drawing room?”

“No. Only with me. Only with me.”, you say snuggling yourself closer to the soft toy.

“And him? What’s his name?”, I asked you fishing out the black one from the shopping bag.

“It’s not he. She. She’s Beauty.”, you say snatch Beauty too from me.

“She’ll stay with you too?”, I said smiling huge.

“Yes.”, you say snuggling both closer.

“And me?”, I asked opening my arms to invite you for a hug.

You drop both Flake and Beauty to embrace me. “You are my teddy bear.” You said and I started making faces.

“What are you doing teddy bear?”, you ask confused.

“I am teasing Flake and Beauty.”, I said and you burst out laughing.

Snatch!

“Angel, you think we should move this white teddy…”, I was saying but you interrupt me.

“His name is Flake.”, you say and snatch it from me.

“Okay baby.”, I say smiling. “Flake should sit on the glass case in drawing room?”

“No. Only with me. Only with me.”, you say snuggling yourself closer to the soft toy.

“And him? What’s his name?”, I asked you fishing out the black one from the shopping bag.

“It’s not he. She. She’s Beauty.”, you say snatch Beauty too from me.

“She’ll stay with you too?”, I said smiling huge.

“Yes.”, you say snuggling both closer.

“And me?”, I asked opening my arms to invite you for a hug.

You drop both Flake and Beauty to embrace me. “You are my teddy bear.” You said and I started making faces.

“What are you doing teddy bear?”, you ask confused.

“I am teasing Flake and Beauty.”, I said and you burst out laughing.

Snatch!

“Angel, you think we should move this white teddy…”, I was saying but you interrupt me.

“His name is Flake.”, you say and snatch it from me.

“Okay baby.”, I say smiling. “Flake should sit on the glass case in drawing room?”

“No. Only with me. Only with me.”, you say snuggling yourself closer to the soft toy.

“And him? What’s his name?”, I asked you fishing out the black one from the shopping bag.

“It’s not he. She. She’s Beauty.”, you say snatch Beauty too from me.

“She’ll stay with you too?”, I said smiling huge.

“Yes.”, you say snuggling both closer.

“And me?”, I asked opening my arms to invite you for a hug.

You drop both Flake and Beauty to embrace me. “You are my teddy bear.” You said and I started making faces.

“What are you doing teddy bear?”, you ask confused.

“I am teasing Flake and Beauty.”, I said and you burst out laughing.