on writing
(Artwork by dear friend, Padmaja Balaji [https://www.facebook.com/spadmajabalaji]) A fortnight ago, I came across and started to read an enchanting book titled ' The Art of Inheriting Secrets [https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/38097931-the-art-of-inheriting-secrets]' by Barbara O'Neal. It's about a California-based
on writing
A few weeks ago, I was informed by email that one of my (non-fiction) pieces has been selected to appear in a soon-to-be-published local anthology. I was delighted at first, but doubt followed quickly thereafter. It was a rather raw and vulnerable piece, and I felt a little terrified at
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My latest novel, 'Dying Wishes', is out now! It's up on Amazon [https://www.amazon.com/Dying-Wishes-Anitha-Krishnan-ebook/dp/B09169CLPP/] (both ebook and paperback versions), and also on Kobo [https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/dying-wishes-4]. I'm working to put it up on other
life, unadulterated
I struggle with being a mother and a writer at the same time. When D is at home, I find it impossible to get any writing done. When he is at home, I want to spend time with him. But after a few hours of being with him, something starts
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At exactly 12:08 PM this afternoon, I wrote these words 'The End' on my WIP. My second book but my first ever novel! A tome of about 135,000 words. I treated myself to a nice long walk in the snow and a long soak in a
on writing
Sometime last week, a trip to the optometrist finally laid to rest all the questions I had had these past several months (since March actually, since the beginning of the pandemic lockdown here) about the incessant headaches and phases of blurry vision I'd been having. Armed with a
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I missed posting an update last Sunday, not because I didn't remember to but because I couldn't bear to look at my laptop screen any more than I already had that week. My feelings this past fortnight have ranged from complete elation to utter dejection and
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I started work on my current WIP in January 2019. I jotted down ideas in general along with a plot outline and even wrote a bit I suppose, until a phone call from a family member in February completely derailed me and took me away from the WIP for several
annual reflections
I turned forty two weeks ago. My birthday itself was a pleasant occasion and I celebrated it with my husband and four-year-old and cake. Wishes poured in from family overseas, and I remember feeling loved and content in the moment. But in the weeks leading up to my birthday, I
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I was looking at some of my old stories and posts on my earlier site and came across a post [https://thedreampedlars.com/ramblings-because-it-is-a-beautiful-sunday-afternoon-and-we-needed-to-talk-my-thoughts-and-i/] I'd written back in April 2013, wondering which social media platform I ought to be using to promote my stories and gain readership. Funnily,
life, unadulterated
Last evening, I was perusing my old website, The Dream Pedlar’s [https://thedreampedlars.com/], with the intention of transferring my posts from there, one by one, over to this new home. And I came across something special. A year and a half ago, just before D was about to
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I came across a quote today on a Facebook group I had decided to stay away from for a while but couldn’t help taking a sneak peek at when this post popped up on my newsfeed. > Don’t quit. It’s very easy to quit during the first