More thoughts on writing
I have been meaning to write something for a while now. Pen down some thoughts for my own clarity.
It has to do with writing. The hardest thing.
In 2015, due to a combination of events and my own foolish
enthusiasm, I found myself without a job. So I thought that the time was right
to do something I have always dreamed of: write a book.
I had never attempted writing a book before. I did not
know, and still do not know how to write one.
Back then, I wanted it to be a work of fiction. There were some
characters. Some of them interacted, a story of some sort took shape. I was
wild with excitement. I was finally a writer.
During that period, I wrote religiously every day. I aimed at
writing 500-700 words a day. And mostly, I succeeded in achieving that output.
Still, I was doing it all as a lark. It was fun. It was
daydreaming done with words.
The book was also an escape for me, from my recurring anxiety
of not having a job.
In this post, I want to write about what I have learned from
that period of writing, especially with the benefit of hindsight.
Writing a book is hard. At every step there is doubt.
For a beginner who has had no formal training in writing, it
can be both blissful and an ordeal.
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