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Unbecoming a Writer

A Wondering Wanderer2 Comments

A beginner on a creative journey, I too have faced a similar situation – unfinished drafts and discarded ideas, only because they were not as “perfect” as they could be. What good is perfection, if it leaves you paralyzed? A nice post I found useful in reminding me to write for the right reason! 🙂

MistressoftheInk's avatarInkBlots and IceBergs

There was a time, not too long ago, when I couldn’t have imagined calling myself a writer—and by “writer,” I mean the kind that gets paid to do work that’s actually published in print and credited through a byline. During that time, I did write, but I only wrote either for personal reasons (in a private journal or this blog), or for the ghostwriting assignments I took as a freelance web content writer.

During that time, I was but a girl who wrote and loved writing, but nothing more than that. And I was quite happy with how things were—I loved my craft, and it loved me back.

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And then the unthinkable happened.

The opportunity came for me to get published in this month’s issue of a national teen girls magazine, the glossy kind I liked to feel with my fingers, the smell of which I was addicted to, the…

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Light in the Dark

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Nice post. I totally agree with the author here: Each of us needs to be the light we want to see in the world. Do what you can – big or small, it doesn’t matter. If you can touch even one other soul, you’ve done your part.

beautybeyondbones's avatarBeautyBeyondBones

I am heart sick tonight.

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Not because of the election.

Not because there’s a rumor that Drake and T. Swift are dating.

But because of a piece of news I heard just the other night.

Over the weekend, at my cousin’s university, there was a tragedy. His roommate: a kind, loving, and incredibly smart young man, passed away after being the victim of a hate crime.

For being Muslim.

He was jumped and ended up in a coma. He passed a day later.

How truly tragic.

I did not know this young man, but my cousin was his best friend and roommate. And it just pains my heart to think that someone could act out in hate towards another person like that.


There’s a lot of rhetoric going around lately about immigrants and muslims and walls and whatnot. It’s nauseatingly pervasive.

And to be quite honest, I don’t exactly know 

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A Good Chat

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Had a great chat with a some guys today. Some were already my friends, some weren’t, and I had never thought about getting to know more about those who weren’t. But by the end of the conversation, I had reached a place where I wouldn’t mind getting to know them a bit more, maybe even call them a friend one day.

It’s a wonderful feeling – slowly getting to know a person more and more over a conversation. Of course, assuming you happen to like him or her as you are going along.

Also amazing is how people belonging to the same time and similar backgrounds have so much in common – you miss the same things in life, have similar experiences of the common events like remembering the same episode from an old TV serial – in general, just having the same interests and thoughts about so many things in life.

It doesn’t take much – just an hour – but you feel so much more than just what you’d feel normally in one hour. I could spend hours watching movies, TV serials, catching up on the latest news & technology, reading up for improving professional prospects, sleep-scrolling through Facebook, etc. But never feel so much “belonging” in just 1 hour.

What am I feeling right now? I don’t know. I’ve always felt a bit left out, a bit different from everyone else. I guess that’s why it’s moments like these, when I connect with those around me, that overwhelm me. Am I happy? I’m not sure I’d characterise my state of mind right now as being “happy” just because of the conversation. But, I did have a great time, and I would certainly love to repeat the past hour again.

There’s something about human contact that just has to be witnessed by being there personally – the location doesn’t matter, the time doesn’t matter, the weather doesn’t matter. All there is, is what you are talking about – sharing memories, your views, listening to others’, learning new things about those around you. The highs of nostalgia and discovery, combined.

Hopefully, I didn’t scare the guys away. Hopefully, somehow, no matter how unlikely, we’ll get together some day and have another great chat. Hopefully, providence will conspire to give us opportunities to develop our relationships further, and hopefully, they will develop into beautiful relationships.

Probably the best hour of my life this week, if not the month. It’s a memory, one that I hope I keep for a long time.