Another year is coming to an end and here I am, reflecting on my writing. It hasn’t been the greatest of the year as far as writing is concerned. But at least, I am close to publishing my novel.
There are some essays on my mind, but some new stories are also bubbling. As I think what I will be writing in the new year, it will be another collection of short stories. 2025 has been hard with the biggest loss of my life and that grief still flares up randomly. The new set of stories will define that human angle. Those stories will find their own readers. They will find their own words and I will bring them to life. It’s going to be an year of change, an year of rebirth and year of letting go.
Time has been a teacher. The greatest thing I have learned is to be grateful.
There are some ideas about writing stories with word association and letting the instinct take over. Trusting my instinct and not thinking about the stories OR the next word has helped to shape the writing. At times, there is a doubt. That doubt is really the joy killer of writing. The doubt comes from my own ability to not trust my writing. It’s a teacher.
Write without thinking. Write with your instinct. Write as it comes. There are no prizes for good writing or bad writing. You figure out as you go. Thoughts are lying dormant. There are stories, hidden stories. You must find them. But you have to write to find them. They are not uncovered as easily. At surface, there will be some hint. Deep down, you will find them, you will dig them. So write and find those stories. The readers are waiting. The world is waiting.