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
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
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
on writing
I woke up this morning at 2:30 A.M. and couldn't go to sleep after that. I tried to read as that usually gets me back into sleep mode but no such luck today. So I threw off the covers at close to 4 A.M. and
life, unadulterated
D has decided today to stay up until the clock turns 00:00. KrA is lying next to D, and at this rate the grown-up will fall asleep way before the little one does. Every day is a new adventure in this part of the world. And because yesterday
tales for dreamers
When you look to mischievous boards to tell you a story, they may not always do so in the right order.
on writing
A very short post today because I'm pretty sure I'd otherwise fall asleep right here, right now. I also don't mind keeping this short because I managed to do a few fiction writing sprints earlier in the day, along with playtime with D, running
life, unadulterated
It's almost 5 P.M. and I've only just switched on the computer for the day. Been completely knackered since morning, a result of yesterday's shot [https://thedreampedlar.com/free-writing-just-another-brick-in-the-wall/]. Entirely expected. What I didn't
life, unadulterated
I got my second shot. And no, it wasn't AstraZeneca this time. I opted for an mRNA vaccine. Given that everything is a crapshoot anyway, I decided to go with the expert recommendation currently prevalent in the country and chose a different shot to be injected into me.
life, unadulterated
It's past 9 P.M. and not a single soul is asleep at home. Thanks to an afternoon nap, D is wide awake, and we went down for a 'late-night' snack just now as his little tummy was growling. He was so excited about it.
life, unadulterated
It was awfully hot today. Give me the cold anytime, but the heat has become unbearable. Surprisingly, I did manage to get in my words today after a walk after a fun morning session of drawing funny pictures with D. We were inspired by a book called The Pencil [https: