YEARS PASSED by. I was growing old. But was I growing any wiser? In my everyday life, as I sleep, wake up, eat, work, run, watch tv etc. but, somewhere I forgot to dream.
As a child, we all have lofty dreams of becoming a film actor, a celebrity, getting rich and famous, becoming a renowned writer etc. Could I still achieve them? Can I still dare to dream?
As I grew up, many of these dreams were discarded. For instance: The ones regarding becoming a film actor, a celebrity or even just plain getting rich, were either to vague or lives I wasn't cut out to live.
Still, I was set on writing a book and becoming a writer. Even now, at 38 it seems like a definitely attainable goal. After all what did age have to do with thoughts and the written word, I thought. I was qualified enough with a few odd poems published in the midweek montage section of a leading newspaper years ago, opinions in the readers’ pages of
magazines, an odd article in a renowned female oriented
magazine.
So, I set upon my goal of writing a goal. However, as soon as I put pen to paper, I was struck by the biggest writer's block - what would I write on? I was terrible at politics, business and not so up-to-date with daily news. So what could I possibly write on? How do I begin? How do I end it? Who will publish it? Who will read it?
The thought of challenges that lie ahead scared me. I browsed on the net on how to write a book and 14 crore links opened up in front of me. I nervously ran my browser on them and opened one, which turned out to be ‘How not to write a novel’. I quickly closed it.
Next I found some quick fix links that proclaimed – “How to write a book in 60 days” or even “How to write a novel in 100 days” I did some quick mathematics. Should I go in for the 60 days promise or do I have the additional 40 days with me? The next link opened up a video by
Dale Beaumont, an author who spoke on the same subject, but failed to retain it.
I was dejected. If deciding on a link to take tips to write a book was so difficult, how was I going to ultimately write one? I prayed fervently, “God let there be thunder and lightening and an idea flashes in me. Let me fall asleep and a hot-selling idea flow into my dreams.”
Maybe I was experiencing a writer’s block, I thought. But a link proclaimed that there was no such thing as a writer’s block. Writing was as easy as eating, sleeping and other daily activities, it further said. Easier said than done, I blurted out. At night, I decided to at least jot down my travails at attempts to write a book.
I hope you appreciate that after all I am not that bad at writing. Now about that book…