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Block that writer, right away.

They say the purpose of a writer in this world is to keep civilization from destroying each other. That may be true but for a writer surviving in this little world is as difficult as swimming peacefully in a popular holiday swimming pool.

"So you are writing a book?" she asked, nice way to start a conversation.
"Oh yes, my first ambitious novel," I beamed, "After writing so many short stories, I decided to go for the big novel."
"Nice. You know I also plan to write a book, but when I retire and have more time."

Crash and burn. Straight face smiley. :|


"Wow you write books also?" he said.
"I am writing only one book," I clarified.
"Nice, my life is fairly easy, I go home and sleep, wake up and come to office." he informed.

Not a thing you should be proud of.

The best one yet was very recently.

She, "What is your book name?"
I told her the working title of my book.
"Oooh..."
"Yes," I simply replied.
"Wow, is that book published anywhere?" she asked.
For 20 secs I was shocked. Wasn't it published but I took the higher road.
"If the book was published anywhere, would I be writing it?" I asked simply.

Writing a book is not as easy is it. You have writers block, creativity block, idiots blocking your way and your characters killing each other.

True story

Comments

  1. It happens....chalo koi baat nahi. Ignore karo, ignore karo, na koi shor karo...

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  2. LOL...hota hey bhai, ye sab jhelna padta hey! ;)

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