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The End Is here!!!!


Cross posting from my other blog
Halleluah!!!!
Three years of writing effort, 80,000 words.

First edit, 79,000 words (Doesn't seem a lot but trust me it is)

Second edit, 67,000 words (Phew and getting rid of one of a nice piece which had dinosour in it. **Sulk**)

And finally typing the two words that would perhaps make sense of it all.

-- The End --

But then if only things were as simple in that crazy brain of mine, no they were not. So here is what I ended writing
THE WORLD WAS NORMAL OR AS NORMAL AS IT POSSIBLY COULD BE.THIS WOULD BE THE TIME TO QUOTE A ‘THE END’ ON A BOOK BUT THEN IS IT? FOR WE KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT DON’T WE? 
TIME, AS THEY SAY, IS A FUNNY THING. IT WANTS US TO BELIEVE IT MOVES FORWARD BUT SNEAKILY MOVES IN ALL DIRECTIONS. 
FINALLY, IT WAS NEVER ABOUT THE ENDING, IT WAS ALWAYS ABOUT THE JOURNEY.

Is the end, perhaps not. But a three year effort is laudable. During these three years I..
  • Got married
  • Moved city twice
  • Went into a writers blocked twice
  • Deleted the entire book in frustration 4 times
  • Gave up finishing this story, one time, starting a new one only to jolt back by my wife, Deepika.
  • Missed deadlines 9 times (and counting)
  • Gave excuses to not publish the book 6 times
  • Erased 3 characters of existence (two because they bored me, one because I had to edit it out)


Finally, the book is an awesome journey through space and time. It has got dinosaours, robots, werewolves and people with IQ more than average human being. It does have a man with the blue box but that blue box is tiny.
After brief celebrations, Ill come up with more updates about the book soon.

The End. For now



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