I just came back from a visit to charni road to my landlady's house who stays in a gujarati community there. On my way there and back, I was stuck in the TRAFFIC for an hour each. And i wanted to cry. With the days i have been having, i wanted to cry. For making all the wrong decisions in life, for being where i was....that's why i started this blog...to just write. The post on the slum tour is a story i worked on for almost one month...wrote draft after draft...changing it entirely every time...but my copy editor hates it. Am i a bad writer....i dont know...but after writing the last draft, which is posted here, i was happy....i smiled all the way to home yest. Today i was told it stinks...i still happen to like it...hope you do too...I miss the way things used to be..
And if you think i stink...well join the club. I stil want to write for either TIME, Newsweek or the New Yorker someday.
so...here goes
2 comments:
One thing I have learned is to just be persistent and never give up. u are a good writer and if u get success on ur first post u wont appreciate it:-)
sonali
http://bollywoodstylediaries.blogspot.com
Well written post... but maybe your bosses are looking for something else... it is like a snapshot.. you can cover a panorama, but the focus has to be on a particular object to get the desired effect...
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