November is National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). When I signed up for it in late September, I had no clue life would become such a dizzy haze.
I have a great idea for the novel. I've sketched out the character in my palm-sized pink notebook. The details and sub-plots are dancing around in my head. I'm waiting to breathe life into these characters. I'm waiting to tell their stories to the world. I'm waiting to write. But I'm not able to. And no, it's not writer's block.
I suppose I jinxed it for myself. Over the last six months, people have been asking me about the wedding preps and I have been giving them my standard - "Oh there really isn't much to a wedding. And ours is just a half-day affair."
How wrong I was. There's so, so, so, so much to a wedding that my mind hurts every time I think of it.
You strike one ToDo list and a longer one looms intimidatingly over your head.
You send invites to one bunch of friends and you suddenly remember a long lost set of friends whom you have to email.
You think you have finished all the mind-numbing shopping that your wedding trousseau demands, when you realise you forgot to buy the purple bangles.
Phew! Just writing about all this tires me out.
But don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining. I actually enjoy this madness. It's just that I wanted to give myself a valid excuse for not sitting down to write my second novel.
Oh! I'm getting married by the way. His name is Naresh and he is the coolest guy I know.
I have a great idea for the novel. I've sketched out the character in my palm-sized pink notebook. The details and sub-plots are dancing around in my head. I'm waiting to breathe life into these characters. I'm waiting to tell their stories to the world. I'm waiting to write. But I'm not able to. And no, it's not writer's block.
I suppose I jinxed it for myself. Over the last six months, people have been asking me about the wedding preps and I have been giving them my standard - "Oh there really isn't much to a wedding. And ours is just a half-day affair."
How wrong I was. There's so, so, so, so much to a wedding that my mind hurts every time I think of it.
You strike one ToDo list and a longer one looms intimidatingly over your head.
You send invites to one bunch of friends and you suddenly remember a long lost set of friends whom you have to email.
You think you have finished all the mind-numbing shopping that your wedding trousseau demands, when you realise you forgot to buy the purple bangles.
Phew! Just writing about all this tires me out.
But don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining. I actually enjoy this madness. It's just that I wanted to give myself a valid excuse for not sitting down to write my second novel.
Oh! I'm getting married by the way. His name is Naresh and he is the coolest guy I know.
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