Journey to Shatru Kroniklers Book 1

I started to write from when I was 12. Others, braver souls, went ahead and published their works. They became authors because they knew what they wanted to be. I used to hide my work in one of the drawers of my steel study desk that once belonged to my father. Somehow, I don’t know why but I thought people would not approve of my writing. I also used to draw and paint. However, I found words are the most profound channel for expressing myself. I started with poems, love poems, philosophy and then poetry was somehow not enough. It had to be something more!

Why do I write? It is unadulterated and exhilarating bliss. Do I have the stuff I need to write when I start? Damn, no! The urgency doesn’t allow me the time to get prepared. Passion! The Idea is all that matters. The flow is all that’s there! I know point A and sometimes point Z. The rest I leave to the story.

Do I have to work on the manuscript once I am done writing? Yes I do, a lot. Only thing is, the energy is never spent. It’s a mountain spring. A nectar of youth. A burst of colours.

I believe that no matter what one does to keep the home hearth warm, if one doesn’t discover the passion within and grow it, life is not lived. Our history as a species proves in many ways, some good and some bad, that we are not here to exist. We are here to take life to the next level. Do it with passion!

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What not to say to authors (and what to say instead)

AUTHOR ALLSORTS

NOTE: I LOVE being an author. I feel like the luckiest THING ever. This post is not a sign of my unhumbleness.

…However, since the wonder of being published, I’ve got one niggle. Whenever I talk to anyone about my books, people say the same things to me. Over and over. There are obviously a lot of myths out there about authors, so I’d thought I’d answer the main ones here, all in one go.

Myth one: Authors are all filthy rich…like JK Rowling

What not to say: “Wow, you’re an author? So, where’s your castle then, JK Rowling?”

The reality: Honestly, I’d make more money if I was paid a pound for every time someone brings up JK Rowling when talking to me about my career, then I’d ever make from selling books.

Here is the basic maths…

An average book costs, say, £7.99.

An average…

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Revel.

Do you ever feel like you’re bigger than your own body?

The feeling that you can do so much more than you’re pinning for. You’ve been told that it’s impossible, that you’re impossible. It just won’t happen. Go to college, get a stable degree. Do something you won’t regret.

But I may just be regretting it.

I’m overflowing with passion and excitement. I want to revel. I’m trapped in a body that won’t let me. This isn’t me. What if I never find myself?

I want to be someone who people know, someone I can make myself proud of. I know I can do it. Just think of the smile on my fourth grade self, the girl who was getting into trouble like it was beer at a toga party. The girl who always tried to play on the safe side. The one who stayed on track, the one whose still…

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Questions, or are they?

Nine years through the Kronikles journey has led me to a barrage of questions I jotted down. A few of them might make you think I’ve tipped over the edge. Who knows, you may be right! Here they are, see if they make sense to you! When I see a blade of grass, is it really me seeing it or is the blade seeing itself through me? Isn’t it true that I am made of atoms? Is it not also true that when scientists study the human body, they are in effect studying atoms? Does it not go to prove that atoms are studying atoms? What if I am a tool for the universe to experience itself? What if that is the sole purpose of my life? Are humans unique because in this whole wide world, they are the only ones reduced to penning their thoughts? Are beings that need not talk to each other but can still co-exist not superior to me because they do not have to pen anything down? Is my dog my master then because all he has to do is look at me and I am willing to feed him, give him a place to sleep right next to me and love him so dearly that his loss is unbearable? Why should man be the top of the ‘food chain’? Is it because of his capability to create or merely because he chooses to randomly destroy for no productive reason? Is ‘I’ the root cause of all strife? Is that why we have countries and laws? When I see a deity with ten hands and fifteen heads, does it mean the hands and the heads are symbolic of all creatures on Earth? Is that why the Viswaroop of a God has a sampling head of creatures on this planet attached to his body? Why can’t it be that I am God, you are God and all of us are nothing more than an accessory, a limb, a part of the greater being called Para Brahman or the Universe or God? If so, is praying (a means of seeking something from the almighty) redundant ? Is the answer that simple? Is realization what we are looking for from the day we are born to the day we die? Do we even have the knowledge to realise the secrets of creation? If not, how do we seek knowledge? From writings of man and his belief systems or from observation of the miracle(s) of life around us? These are only few of the thoughts that rang in me while I was writing Kronikles. The book does not have the answers, what’s more even the questions aren’t there! But the journey was so interesting that I could not help myself but ask these questions and cannot do anything else except share them with you, my staunch reader.

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