I love my name. The first two words are long and a hard combination of syllables to remember, and have very beautiful meanings (they’re Arabic words). The nickname is short and easy, and still very beautiful. I love my name, because it is as much my identity as my body, or my mind, or my writing, or my knitting and crocheting, or my reading. It’s all a package.
I love being addressed by my nickname. It makes me feel safe, like I’m home and don’t need to worry about anyone judging. I don’t have to worry about socializing and wondering if I should step it up or down. Continue reading “It’s “O-U””
The first time I read it was when I was at least twelve. It was slow and arduous, because reading big things like that (without any magic in them, of course) were just beginning to grow on me. It was for a book review project in school. They would definitely read it, and they would definitely know if I’d read it or not. Or so I thought. I later found out that others were reading abridged versions shortened to the point that the entire thing boiled down to ten thousand words at most.
Continue reading “The Effect of a Second Perusal…”
What do you owe your massive word counts to?
There are those legendary days when the words gush out of you like a healthy river. Ever wondered how the current gains it’s velocity?
I don’t know how it is for you, but I’ve pinpointed the glaciers that feed my river.
Planning Continue reading “Word-count Expectations”
As a baby everything around is new to them. They slowly learn things by keenly observing how each and everything is done. It’s a pleasure to watch a baby learn new things. They learn that they need to cry to get something. They learn that they need to put forward their hands to reach out for something. Many such slow incremental things accumulate in order.
Now the task is if you were to see something with a fresh new perspective, what would be it? Give a baby step to something and explore this new perception and dimension with your engaging thoughts. You can give a fresh meaning to a new word, sentence, concept or anything weird or meaningful.
Continue reading “IBMC #9: The Be a Baby Challenge”
The size of the book was enormous. It was really wordy, and it was almost as long as all the LOTR books combined. I didn’t regret it when I read it. It was really fluent and felt really true, and the values presented just seemed so right. Continue reading “Why I’ll never read Ayn Rand again”
I’ve lived the Percy Jackson craze, albeit a passively. Some of my friends go crazy every time a new Percy Jackson book comes out, and I must admit that it can get boring if you aren’t a part of the fandom.
What primarily set me off about not giving it a try (yet) is the fact that the series has TONS of books.
And whenever my friends asked me if I would read it (because if I did they wouldn’t want to be the ones giving me spoilers), I said, “Maybe”. So, they held their tongues. And then, Percy Jackson’s Greek Gods came out. Continue reading “Holding the Lantern to Percy Jackson’s Greek Gods”
What I’m going through right now, every avid reader knows by heart. We dread every minute of it, but we go on anyway, because the journey is worth more than the emptiness afterwards.
I just finished reading Winter by Marissa Meyer, the last book in her Sci Fi series The Lunar Chronicles. Continue reading “And They All Lived Happily To The End of Their Days”