Showing posts with label Blog fest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blog fest. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Ready to Commit?


NaBloWriMo?
National Blog Writer’s Month, that’s what!
NaBloWriMo was the first real blog event I participated in. Blogging every-day in the month of October wasn’t a big thing for me in 2009- had been doing precisely that for the previous fifteen months.
But after an unscheduled blogation, which almost became a goodbye from blogdom, committing to blog every-day for an entire month is a big deal. I am so not ready, but I wasn’t ready in April either, and yet I managed to get through the A to Z challenge.
Traditions die hard. For the third year running, I’m in!
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A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.

Are you ready to join in the maddness? Drop a word, and let them know.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

New Creations Blogfest- Jan 5

A couple of days back, I happened to stumble across Summer Ross's "New Creations Blogfest". The rules were simple -
1)Pick one ending sentence from last years stories, your favorite one that you wrote. (Only one, and yes it has to be an ending sentence)


2) Write one brand new starting sentence for a story you have been thinking about, or something off the top of your head. But it must be your first sentence. (Yes only one, and yes it must be new.)

Now post your ending and brand new beginning sentence in one post on January 5th


The first part was easy, since there was only one story that I completed last year.

The second part was much more challenging. A couple of you know that I made a tentative resolution to finish one book before my 40th birthday in June, but that I could not decide on which of the four story ideas I had in my head to start work on first. In the course of thinking of my 'starting sentence', I think I have committed to one of them.

So here are my ending sentence from last year, and beginning sentence from this year-

"If you insist", she laughed. "Now have your breakfast. Then you can go out and play."
- ending sentences of "To the Moon, the first in The Magic Ladder Series" of children's books.


"And what is a good Tam Brahm girl like you doing piling tandoori chicken on her plate?"
- starting sentence of my untitled 'Romance at the Workplace' book, which may well turn into a Cozy set in an Investment Bank


So there you are. My two sentences.

And, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Summer Rose. Thank you for making me do this.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

In the New Year, may you find

In the New Year, may you find-

Courage
...the Courage to Test your Wings...
...the Courage to Sit Still and Contemplate...

Freedom
...the Freedom to Test your Limits...
...the Freedom to set your own Expectations...

Wisdom
...the Wisdom to Know when to Go Beyond...
...the Wisdom to Accept things that Cannot be Changed...

Passion
...the Passion that almost Consumes You...
...the Passion that makes Living worthwhile

Contentment
...the Contentment that Leads to Happiness....
...the Contentment that Inspires You to Do More....

Dreams
...the Dreams that Come True...
...the Dreams you Continue Reaching for....

This is what I wish for you.

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Drabble - a story told in exactly 100 words.


And here is my entry for the Eye Candy Blog Fest organised by the awesome Vicki Rocho. Took the picture two weeks back, and I call it Peace & Freedom, Forever.


Thursday, December 23, 2010

Perhaps there was a Father Christmas after all!

I will be honest, thought she kept reminding me, I had forgotten all about Danette's Christmas Story Blogfest. At the time I signed up, I was intending to re-post a rather morbid short story set over the Christmas holiday that I had written several years back. But when it came to actually doing so, I decided to go with a brand new drabble instead.

This is a work of fiction, which I hope reminds you of the true meaning of Christmas.
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She looked hungrily at the brightly lit stores. Savoured the aroma of the Christmas decorations. The foot-tapping music was making her ravenous. She wanted to feast on the Christmas spirit.

At seven, she already knew that festivals were only for those who could afford to celebrate. But maybe she could persuade her mother to braid her hair in that special way?

A car stopped and asked for directions. The driver thrust something into her hands before driving away.

A whole bar of chocolate!!! Perhaps there was a Father Christmas after all!

She ran off to share it with her friend.




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A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.
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Monday, December 20, 2010

Christmas traditions

[I never signed up for the Be Jolly By Golly blogfest co-hosted by Jen and Melissa, but when the tree came crashing down just as I was getting out to leave the kids at school, the post wrote itself. Here then are Christmas traditions unedited in my mad houshold.]


'Why on earth do I subject myself to this torture?", I asked myself this morning when the tree came crashing down yet again. 'Never again", I informed the kids, "by the time you get home, the tree will be gone, and I will never get you another one."


I meant every word. Strictly speaking, Christmas is not even 'my' holiday, and none except the Christian households even have a tree.

By the time I put the tree together again, my anger had dissipated. After all, it is traditions that sustain us, and knocking down the tree is a tradition too. 
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A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.

The Tree in all its glory, after being dressed by the kids!

With the lights on- kid wandered into the pic!
The Angle of Choice!
My favourite ornament- a gift from
an Austrian friend.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

"Happy Birthday"

Michele Emrath's blog Southern City Mysteries completes a year on September 24, 2010, and she's running the Happy Birthday Blogfest to celebrate. To participate, all you have to do is write something that includes a reference to a birthday, a setting of a birthday, or a scene that revolves around a present or upcoming or past birthday. Here's my entry.


New job, new city, no friends. It was her birthday, and except her parents who called in the morning, not a single person even wished her. This was her dream job. She knew she would eventually settle down. But right now, all she wanted to do was weep.
"How about a quick drink?", her boss asked. She almost refused, but didn't want to spend the evening in her empty flat.
She spied familiar faces in the pub- was this where the office hung out?
"Happy Birthday!", they chorused, raising their beer mugs to her. Who said she didn't have friends?


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A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.




Friday, September 24, 2010

Blogfest: How to write compelling characters

[ Elana Johnson, Jennifer Daiker, and Alex J Cavanaugh came up with  what they call "The Great Blogging Experiment". Nearly 200 bloggers writing about what goes into Writing a Compelling Character. I could have written a tome, but decided to restrict  my entry to exactly 100 words.]

"I know you wrote that I could do nothing to my hair. You did, didn't you? Let me tell you I can do something to my hair. I can get a crewcut. What do you say to that?"
"If you make me a single mother with a boss from hell, a hormonal second grader and a Know-it-all mother, how do you expect me to survive without any vices? I don't care if passive smoking is bad for my child, I am going to start smoking."

The secret to writing compelling characters? Just let them decide how they want to be.

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A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.


Today, I am also at  Burrowers, Books & Balderdash with a Motivational Friday post that talks of getting the Fun back into our Life and our Writing.



Monday, June 21, 2010

Dirty Dozen - my favourite movies


I haven’t been doing any of the musical lists, because I don’t really listen to enough music in a systematic way to make the list of top albums, top country songs, top classical songs, etc.

I am not a huge fan of movies either, but if I break it up systematically, I may just be able to think of a dozen movies that have affected me in some way or the other.


Sound of Music – the first movie I ever saw, or to be more accurate, the first movie I did not see. Apparently my parents took me to see the movie when I was really young, and my father spend most of the movie minding me outside the hall, while my mother enjoyed the movie. I do have very vague memories of that experience, have much more vivid memories of singing the songs when I was a .little older, and of finally seeing (and enjoying) the movie when I was in my late teens.


Benji – the first movie I remember watching. I grew up in this really small town without movies (or TV), so my film-watching was restricted to the summer holidays when we visited my grandparents in the city. I must have been eight when my father took me to watch Benji, and I dreamt about his exploits for several months after that.




Where Eagles Dare – my father and I watched this movie when I was a teen. He was a huge fan of action movies, and did his best to get me interested in the genre- with mixed results (I watch action movies, but often close my eyes during the key moments). Great memories because of the bonding time I spent with my father.

Roman Holiday and/ or My Fair Lady- no list of mine could be complete without at least one movie starring Audrey Hepburn. Should it be the memorable movie about the Princess who wants an adventure or the equally memorable one of the flower girl who acts as a princess- that is the question. Since I know most of the dialogues of the latter, maybe that wins out.

Singing in the Rain- I love musicals, and this is perhaps the best of its genere. Can anyone ever dance better than Gene Kelly? ‘nuff said. I also had this cassette, and could sing along to most of the songs




My Cousin Vinny- it was a toss up between this and Legally Blond. There has to be at least one movie on the list which turns the stereotypes about dumb bimbettes on its head. This won out because who expects a girl like that to know so much about cars?



Kanchenjunga – one of Satyajit Ray’s less acclaimed films, it is nonetheless my favourite. Powerful performances, unusual story-line, and a beautiful locale well captured. What more could anyone ask for?

Usual Suspects – one of my husband’s favourite movies, he challenged me to try and guess the end. I love the movie because I guessed the end about 15 minutes before it was finally revealed, and never tired of reminding him of the fact.




Matrix –another movie I saw with my hubby. He like most people I know liked the movie for its visual effects, but complained of not quite getting the storyline. I loved the story line, and loved the movie. But both the sequels disappointed.





Princess Diaries – I read the book when I was pregnant with my first child, and couldn’t’ resist the temptation to pick up the movie when it I saw it at a music store. Have seen it dozens of times with my kids, and love the movie for all the wonderful memories it brings back.




Mary Poppins – strangely, I watched this movie for the first time only a few years back. You have songs, you have dances, you have fantasy, you have Julie Andrews. Can anyone want more? I often sing many of the songs with the kids.




Madagascar – I am emotionally attached to this movie, because it was the first one I watched in a theater with both my kids. The screening had been organized by my older one’s school, and he got the tickets for the show himself! It is also a lovely story of friendship and loyalty.




Thank you, Alex J Cavanaugh for organizing this, and forcing me to relive some of my favourite movies. And for all the wonderful bloggers who have been blogging about their favourite movies - you gave me the confidence to attempt this.



Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Internal Conflict Blog Fest

I've never done a blog fest before, but when the awesome Jessica announced the Internal Conflict Blog Fest, I had to join in.

Here's a scene from my current WiP, "Lipstick in the Boardroom".
On the way back, Dipesh dumped his laptop on the front seat, and stretched his hand out on the back of the seat. Try as she might, she couldn’t ignore the implication behind the gesture any more. Dipesh hadn’t just put his hand behind the seat because it was comfortable. He had put it there to force her to make a decision. The gesture was at the same time an invitation and a challenge. Revathi knew she had to make the next move. She could either pretend she didn’t understand what he was implying, and ignore it. Or she could respond. Every rational thought she was capable of told her to ignore it- ‘Dipesh is a colleague and a friend’, she told herself. “Leave it as it is. Don’t complicate things by introducing something new into the equation.’
But she couldn’t deny the fact that Dipesh’s proximity was doing things to her. She wanted him. She really did. Try as she might, she couldn’t ignore the electric sparks flying between them. Just knowing he was so close to her made her want to draw his body to hers. She wanted him. That she couldn’t deny. But did she want to deal with the complications that would arise later?
She stared out of the window, concentrating on a blue flap of tarpaulin fluttering from a solitary balcony on an unfinished skyscraper. If she stared hard enough, would that patch of blue give her the answers she was seeking?
"Forget it", she told herself sternly. "Flirting with him was fun, but would you be able to continue working with him if you let yourself do something foolish now?"
“What are you thinking?” Dipesh broke into her thoughts.
“Nothing. Nothing in particular.” Revathi’s voice was hoarse. Dipesh was affecting her in ways she had not thought possible.
"That's enough", she cautioned herself. "Besides, don't forget you are already engaged to someone else." The cab went over a pothole. They were both thrown about, and Dipesh's hand brushed against her bare neck.
"Sorry", he said, though he looked anything but contrite.
"That's okay. It was an accident", she muttered, but the catch in her voice gave her feelings away. Dipesh held her gaze, his look was a command. Revathi looked away. This way or that, things were going to get complicated. She reached a decision. She knew what she was going to do was fraught with danger, but sometimes you just had to take a couple of risks.
"Revathi, you have been a good girl for 28 years. Don't spoil all that now. Please." She ignored her inner voice, and reached out to pull his hand down over her shoulder. She stared straight ahead for a few minutes, her fingers twined through his, then turned around to face him. Her eyes sought his, there was a ghost of a smile playing about her lips. His eyes locked into hers. She mirrored the smile he gave her, and looked away again. Her fingers continued to play with his. She bent down and planted a light kiss on his fingers, then started ahead contently, letting her fingers do the talking.
“Kiss?”. His voice was barely above a whisper.
She nodded almost imperceptibly. His lips sought hers. She surrendered to the pleasure.
“First time?”, he asked when they broke apart. She nodded; she didn’t trust herself to say anything. “Again?”, his eyes seemed to ask. It was much longer this time, and Revathi didn’t want to let go of him even after their lips parted. She rested her head on his shoulder, and let him stroke her hair.

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