A short flight from KL Friday afternoon and we are in Terrenganu, a quaint Malaysian city. A drive through the city and acres of palm plantations later, we are at our resort by the Lake Kenyir, our balcony overlooking miles of blue and swathes of green. I love it when I get to be at a place where there are more trees than people.
I had written a post “Writing about a Ruthless Heart“, and some of you like Darc, Linelarsen, and Annie had left comments. It was meant to be a writing-prompt, I happened on it again, and the rest of it just came to me. It is now on a Malaysian web-zine, and I’m happy it has…
Lately, I’ve found that writing and reading take up most of my time, and leaves almost none for blogging. I don’t know if that is a good or bad thing.
Good, if the stuff that comes out in my writing is up to scratch. Bad, if it is the opposite.
I guess only the coming weeks and months will tell.
Writing when it is raining outside is such a joy. Specially when it is the kind of rain that pours down in Malaysia, in torrents, clouding out everything from miles around, darkening the sky so you have to switch on lights in the afternoon.
Writing is always a pleasure. Even when it is an agony, it is a pleasure. When you are a little rusty, like I am now, the agony often becomes acute. I know what I want to write about, I know it will come out if I just switch off the TV, focus myself and put…
It is possible to live without internet. (for short periods at least?)
There is a whole world out there which knows nothing about the internet, and it does not affect their lives in any way whatsoever. (This includes my parents.)
So no posts for a while. Be back on the 14th of October.