Anitha Krishnan writes Indian-inspired fantasy fiction with a dash of mysticism and soul-searching. She lives in Burlington, Ontario with her husband and their cherished child.
on writing
Sometimes I write to escape who it is I am, only to discover that all those things I am running away from – that essence of me – has seeped into the story I'm writing. So there's no escape from me at all. I am with me, myself, everywhere I go. Whether I write or not.
on writing
Google tells me there are 68 days left in 2021. Slightly less than ten weeks. What if I used this time to focus on the things that truly matter right now in my writing business?
life, unadulterated
“It is not what we get, but who we become, what we contribute, that gives meaning to our lives.” - Tony Robbins
on writing
My new book [https://books2read.com/HelloDreamer] is out! And it is also my first collection of poetry! Long-time followers of The Dream Pedlar may remember a #100dayproject I had embarked on several years ago. I had opted to write a poem a day, and the entire project took 155
life, unadulterated
I have been trying to not do this. By 'this', I mean coming here at the end of the day for a 15-minute free-writing session. For the past hour or more, I've been sitting at my computer, wondering if I should resume this practice or not,
life, unadulterated
"... what I want also wants me, is looking for me and attracting me. There is a great secret in this for anyone who can grasp it." ~ Rumi
tales for dreamers
Have you ever wondered what lies on the other side of the fence?
life, unadulterated
The day passed under a cloud of general dread and anxiety, reflecting the monsoon-like rainfall we've had all day today. I don't feel like writing much, so I'll leave it at that for now. À demain! Image Attribution: Photo by Satyan Chawla [https://unsplash.
on writing
I have not yet been able to replicate Monday's magic so far this week. Tuesday was a very low-output day. Today was better, but nothing compared to Monday. I want to hit those high numbers repeatedly and consistently. I don't want it to be one day
life, unadulterated
I almost forgot to show up here today, that's how far away from my computer I've been all day. After yesterday's epic success of a day in terms of word count, this morning I was all pepped up to keep the momentum going. And
life, unadulterated
D went to summer camp today at his school. Three of his classmates turned up there, and along with teachers he already knew from when he attended school during the school year, he was at ease going in. I was determined to make use of this day to write. And
life, unadulterated
Today was the kind of day to be forgotten, to be erased from memory. Today was the kind of day I fear will linger on by way of the emotional scars it left behind. Today was the kind of day that rip-roared through our lives like a wildfire, the kind