To Be Continued ...

I don't usually come across a great deal of suspense in my reading. To be honest, I have never reached a critical moment in a story and then get forced to close the book and carry on with life until my next free moment to open up that book.

Currently, my tube travel time reading is the short story - White Nights by Dostoyevsky.

Wait! Don't leave, I haven't betrayed chick lit and Bollywood. It has everything to do with Bollywood because there is a film that was made that is apparently based on the original Russian novel - it's called Saawariya and while I still have not seen the film, it has one of the most beautiful soundtracks I have ever heard in my life.

But I digress.

The story is about this guy who meets a girl while out walking at night time. She has been waiting for the man that she fell in love with a year ago,  the one who promised that he would marry her one day, and that they would meet at that very spot, but he has not yet arrived.
The guy sees her and they become close friends (after saving her from being attacked in the street first). He has fallen in love with her, while she seems a little ignorant of the fact.
He confesses everything about how he feels to her when, after many nights of waiting together, she is angry that the man she fell in love with has not even bothered to get in contact with her.
She tells her friend that she will get over the love of her life and she does love her friend as well. They start to plan their entire future together.
Suddenly a man walks past and stares at the two of them together and then walks off.

It was the one she has been waiting for.

'This is [tube station]'

I had to stop reading and get off the train.

I don't know why I decided to blog about it instead of reading about it as soon as I entered the house.


[Edit at 18.30] I finished the story.

Working Hard ... Sort of

Hi everyone,

This week I have been reading through my book for the first time since I wrote it. I haven't reached the end writing wise but I'm nearly there now. I think reading through it from the beginning will help me to take everything that happened into consideration and get to a logical conclusion of the end.

You know how they say that you should always read through something with a fresh pair of eyes? Well at the moment It's like I am reading a whole new book by someone else. I am laughing where I am supposed to, caring when I am supposed to and getting annoyed when I am supposed to.

Unfortunately, I haven't been feeling all that well so the writing process is slowing down again. I want to finish everything by the end of the week and send it off to my editor.

Wish me luck.

Wedding No. 3

Hey guys!

So at the weekend I went to another wedding. This was the kind where the wedding ceremony was small, with no more than 100 people, probably less, and the reception was a grand affair. And it took place in a very swanky part of London.

There was a procession to the wedding hall with dancing on the street where everyone joined in, even the hotel staff. The ceremony was simple, not something long, and once again the priest explained everything that was going on. It is great to have priests that explain what to do and why, instead of leading you blindly through the ceremony and you not really understanding what's happening. But yes, great wedding.

The reception was the main event. It was the kind of reception that I have only seen a handful of times. (for a reminder of how weddings used to be click here). There was a seating chart, candles on the table, food was brought to your table instead of you having to queue up, we had proper plates, the hall was amazingly decorated, there were speeches by friends and family, the music was not so ridiculously loud that it was distorted, and everyone had a great time. Best part was seeing everyone go absolutely mad on the dance floor. I just love watching everyone enjoy themselves.

A Strange Comparison

Writing is like ... The first time I ran cross country in P.E.

Cross country, for those of you who don't know what it is or know it by another name, is when the evil P.E. teachers make you run long distance around the park for half an hour, even when it's pouring down heavily.

I wasn't at the peak of physical fitness back then and I didn't know the technique required for long distance running. I went through spurts of extreme energy and walking. My friends were darting past me and I was behind near the back with a couple of people. I had to finish the run even though sometimes I felt like I couldn't.

Although I am not at the 'wanting-to-hide-behind-the-tree-and-then-cheat-and-cut-across-the-grass-and-reach-the finish-line-early' stage, I am going to persevere through and finish the book. I like my story and I am nearing the end now, even if it is taking a while.

And how did I do in cross country?
I was second last. The only person behind me was the girl was fell over and twisted her ankle and had to have other people support her as she hobbled to the finish line. To be honest, I found that really funny.


So tell me ... What non-writing thing would you compare writing to?

AWOL

Hi Everyone,

Sorry for the disappearance. My Internet has been very temperamental and I can't do any blogging on any computer but my own - the perks of secret authorship.

I'm still here! And the Internet is back on!

I'll try and catch up on all comments and blog posts in the evening or tomorrow morning.