All posts filed under: Scribbles

Writer’s Block? Get Help!

I kept a diary ever since I could write. I wrote down my private thoughts regardless of any literature merit or storytelling technique. I was the only person who read what I wrote and that suited me just fine! At some point, I started wanting to share what I wrote because I felt that I had something to say. I had a purpose. I spent many hours in front of my laptop typing away my thoughts. I read many books on writing to learn from best of the best. I did this for years. After I wrote everything, absolutely everything, that I could think of, I was stuck. What do I do next? Writing Classes. I wrote for pleasure but never for a purpose. Now that I had a purpose, I was not so sure I was doing it right. My first thought was to take a writing class at GrubStreet in Boston. Guess what we did in the class? We wrote! The classes I took with other new writers demystified writing a book for …

Annie, Ten Years Ago!

I was cleaning and consolidating my documents in the cloud and came across this little scribble I wrote ten some years ago. Very similar idea to my earlier post: The Main Character – Annie. No wonder they say people don’t change. This might just answer my question: will my novel idea stick around or not for the next year or two. [Fiction: Begin] Anna sits in front of her desk trying to code. The deadline is a week away. The whole team is stressed out. They are on the hook for building an ecommerce website for a major retailer. The client sponsor firmly believes that online shopping is the future. However she has enemies at her company. Her partners believe the opposite, that nothing can replace the in person touch that enables retail shopping. Anna checks the requirements document to see what the business logic should be. She read through a couple of times to make sure that she understands it clearly. It seems simple enough, what they want. Her attention switches from the document …

Sun, Palm Trees, White Sands, Turquoise Water

The Aruba vacation came at a perfect time. It was right after I got a text from A that he thought I was too intense. Anyone who knew me well would be as surprised as me. He said, “I don’t think we are a good match.” I felt disappointed but life went on. I hopped on a plane and met my girlfriend in Aruba. My girlfriend and I had decided that it was going to be one of those sitting-around-do-nothing vacation. We stayed at a hotel on the beach. In the morning, we took a long walk along the beach and logged at least ten thousand steps. Early afternoon, we hung out in the pool and I got all pink. Late afternoon, we dipped in the ocean, sat on the white sands, tasted the salt water. We ate dinner in front of the sunset. After dinner, we went back to the beach to see the night view of the ocean. It was fabulous. We did exactly what we wanted and did the same thing again …

Life Dilemmas

Snow days and long weekends are the best. I can switch my mind from the hustle and bustle of day-to-day and work to words and ideas. *~*~*~*~* Writing project #2 – On Dating, A Memoir I swiped and swiped. I saw a picture first. Sometimes, it was a perfectly fine headshot. Sometimes, it was a naked chest. Sometimes, it was a couple. I made a yes or no decision in seconds. I swiped. Sometimes, the picture intrigued me. I went ahead and read the profile summary. All was normal. I clicked into the profile and read more. Many men looked for an open relationship. I swiped. I saw the same men before. I recalled my decision. I swiped. There was a message for me in this profile. I remembered reading that before. I swiped. Sometimes I didn’t remember that I read it so I re-read realizing half way through that I did. This went on for half an hour. I looked up the FAQ and it said that after 1000 men, some profiles would be …

Hear Myself

I looked at profiles after profiles of eligible men in the Boston area. Swipe. Swipe. Swipe. This was something I learned how to do in my early forties. Gone was the awkwardness. Now I looked and swiped. “Who”, I thought, “would work for me?” What was I looking for? What could I tell from the pictures and self summary? Who was being truthful? Who shared my values? Who was kind and cultured? Who did I want to spend a lot of time with and have fun in life? I am not perfect. What do I have to offer? All is well with the endless swiping, except that I have one fear deep down. Would I stop hearing my own voice if I have someone in my life? You may think it’s silly, but it’s a real concern for me. I have learned that I tend to forget about myself when I am with someone. This happened with both of my ex-boyfriends. Looking back at those two relationships, I thought this was my weakness. I lacked …

The Main Character – Annie

Stephen King said, Start with a situation. Don’t worry about themes. Okay. Let’s see if the salad I am eating is inspiring me. A recent college graduate, Annie got her first job at an up and coming technology startup in Cambridge, MA. She was employee number 62. Hmm. Too young, perhaps. Let me start at a later point of her career. The dot com bubble burst. Annie was laid off from her first job along with one thousand some others on a Friday. After graduating from college, she started off as a software developer. It’s hard not to write about myself. Be creative! I keep going. Anne Lamott said, Think of a small blank picture frame. Zoom in. What do I see? When she coded, she was completely focused. Her mind thought logically, starting with the problem, then the business process, then the business rules, then the syntax of C++ or SQL. She had to learn about testing her own logic with machine, and then debug her mistakes, which happened quite often. She almost never …

Getting Writing Going Again

I am relieved at finishing my first memoir about schizophrenia. There are still many steps before it goes into the world. But at least for now, my writing part is done. Schizophrenia had been a topic occupying my writing mind often when I sat in front of my laptop, even though during my day to day life, I have been quite removed from any schizophrenic symptoms these days. (Knock on wood!)  Now I have some white space for something new. In the last few days, I have been trying to come up with an idea for a second writing project. At first, I thought it might be fun to write about dating, including online dating and being matchmade. I have my recent experiences to draw from. Some of them were funny! But as I tried to start, I was a bit stuck. How much do I really know? Is it really even that interesting? Do I know anything that anyone else does not? I found myself changing my mind. Should I write another memoir or …