Inktober 2017 – Day Thirteen to Fifteen Entry – Gratitude

After three days of gloom, here we are. Three days of too much introspection, three agonizing day of suffering in misery of my own making. I could write about it again but I’ve been doing that for three days.

Eternal Sadness Cloaked with Brief Smiles

My Words Betrayed Me Today

A Man’s Journey Through His Own Hell

Today once again I’m going to something unexpected. This pessimist is going to show his gratitude to all the optimists that he knows. My dearest friends, you all know who you are. I always go out of my ways to be there for you because you do that for me. All of you stayed with me in a period which only lasted for three days. But these three days have taught me a lot.

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A Man’s Journey Through His Own Hell

For the last two days, I’ve been discussing all that I am feeling with few of my friends. And these notes are highly influenced with those conversations. And last warning, it is a long post. Seventeen hundred words. So if you want to, you know the next part of the sentence. Today I am going to do something unexpected. Today I’ll share with you the rawest notes that I take. Unfiltered notes. No editing, no reshuffling, no sugar-coating. None of that shit. Today, let me show you how I write as I go through my day.

No matter what, I am not going to let my writing be affected. Some of it is crap but a lot of it is good shit.

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My Words Betrayed Me Today

And just like that, you’re someone else. No warnings, no tell-tale signs, no gut feeling. One moment ago, you were your usual self and the very next moment, you shut yourself down completely. I can feel it coming. For the next few days, I’m not going to talk to anybody. I hate my own existence right now.

If you ever had the chance to know me, you’d have known how much I hate changes. Too much is changing these last few days. There are too many inevitable confrontation I’m trying to avoid. Confrontation that will shatter the glass of security which holds my existence together.

There is a quote, depression isn’t a fault of character but chemistry. I have no idea why I just said that. My words often betray me.

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Inktober 2017 – Day Thirteen Entry – Eternal Sadness Cloaked With Brief Smiles

There is this feeling, you know, like just leave everything behind and walk away. It’s thirty-seven past three in the night as I am typing this. There is this eerie silence which carves your skull as you stare at the dark alleys. Lately, I’ve been feeling this drag, you know, I feel emotionally exhausted. And that’s what I’m saying, I feel emotionally exhausted, physically I feel fine. My hygiene, my routine, all are same. I just feel as if something is weighing me down. I’m still doing all the things that I enjoy doing. My creative output is similar, if not increased. It’s just that I do not get any joy out of it lately.

There is this sadness inside you, this void which just can’t be filled. You try your best to keep yourself engaged just so that you can avoid the confrontation you’re so desperately trying to avoid. See, even my hands are shivering as I am trying to write the next sentence. And everyone who knows me, or is influenced by me in any regards, will be worried sick if they read it. But I have to write it, for my sake, to make some sense out of it. Depression doesn’t make any sense.

I don’t know if what I am feeling right now can be clinically classified as depression. But like I said, there is this void which just doesn’t seem to be filled. No matter what I try. You just want to be left behind. Atleast I do. In my case, talking doesn’t help. It only irritates me more. And don’t worry, I do not feel suicidal. Far from it.

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Inktober 2017 – Day Twelve Entry – Brief Moment of Sanity

There’s a quote by Einstein. Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results is the definition of insanity. My father’s a human. He is as flawed as they come. He has some really bad qualities. And he has his goods too. I cannot see the best in people. I try to but it just doesn’t come naturally to me. That’s inherent to me. So his bad qualities generally overshadow his positives for me.

It’s upto you. If you have tried your best and you have observed something to be the end result ten out of ten times. Trying it once more will be insanity. It’s upto you whether you want to be insane or you want your brief moment of sanity.

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Inktober 2017 – Day Eleven Entry – Emptiness of Silence

Today I was re-reading some of my earlier writings. For example, the one I am about to share with you was written in November 2016. And before you end finding similarity between this and, “A Love Story?” Let me save you some trouble. There are lot of similarities. After all, first novels are always auto-biographical. I wanted to write my own story and I did started with this short story (Though there are heavily fictionalized scenes). Somewhere in-between writing this, I gave up on it and simply stopped writing prose altogether.

In that particular period, I only focused on poetry. Now, when I stared, “A Love Story?” it was a random experiment and I ended up using this as a framework for certain scenes. So bear with me if you think I am a horrible writer. Other than that, enjoy.

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Emptiness of Silence

Part One

It’s an old saying, “It’s the darkest before dawn.” Well I’m still waiting for that first ray of sunshine. It’s my story and I’ll tell it exactly the way I want to. If you’re asking why so gloomy, well it’s because my little adventure on this little shitsville has been anything but a gloomy Sunday.

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Inktober 2017 – Day Ten Entry – Dirty Yellow Light

Through the grilled window, the hues of red and dirty yellow light from the street lamp is flooding my room as I am writing this. The entire room, except for those streaks of light, is emerged in darkness and the light from the screen of my smartphone is illuminating my otherwise grim face. I could talk a lot about tame and as I am typing it I have no idea where I’ll end up or what I’ll end up with.

That is quite a common occurrence with my rants. I start with one thought and somewhere in-between, I drift towards something entirely else. My Silent friend, you and I have this disadvantage, that we know each other through words.

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Inktober 2017 – Day Nine Entry – What To Write

Check out the Inktober 2017 gallery here: Inktober 2017 Entries

Last night, I was chatting with one of my dear friend (I guess I do chat a lot) and the conversation mainly focused on doubting your words. Whether or not they have any originality. A little conversation and here we are. Another entry into the Diary of a Madman.

There is an old saying, there is a difference between practicing what you preach and preaching only after you have preached. I talk a lot about writing ugly. Now, what I’ve always meant by that is rather simple. Do not censor your words, do not limit them with rules and regulations. Do not worry of a particular word reads good or not. That word exists for a reason.

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Taking Notes: Importance for Amateur Writers

Read the latest post at The Perfectly Imperfect Bunch by me in which I discuss my opinion on writing routine. https://theperfectlyimperfectbunchblog.wordpress.com/2017/10/08/taking-notes-importance-for-amateur-writers/
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The Perfectly Imperfect Bunch

Two weeks. I know it doesn’t seem like too long but if you are trying to write writing advice, then believe me, fourteen days could be too much. There will be a point when you’ll run out of good advice and you’ll only depend on superficial things. Lucky for me, I have ten different authors here at The Perfectly Imperfect Bunch and in case, you’ve missed either of their work, you can find it in the footer widget under contributing authors. Check them all out. It is a humble request from a narcissistic piece of shit and these requests do not come that often. Jokes aside, I cannot show the appreciation I have for this imperfect bunch. They are all very good friends and they have given me a lot.

So this week, here on TPIB, the weekly theme was “Writing Routines,” and just like previous week, I decided to…

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Inktober 2017: Week 1

Another brilliant entry into Inktober, my dear readers. Check out Karen’s blog to see brilliant use of negative space to complete a drawing.

Karen Gillmore Art

I’ve been thinking about seasons and cycles lately; not only the natural ones, but personal and cultural ones. I have noticed that one of my sets of seasons consists of art challenges: February is Opus Practice, July is (as of this year) Zooly, and October is Inktober! I look forward to these with the same anticipation I give to spring flowers, beach vacations, and carving jack-o-lanterns (and oddly, the times coincide!).

I’m one week into Inktober, and thought I’d share what I’ve done so far. I chose a project this year: “Alien Cat’s Compendium of Galactic Felines”. This will be a companion piece to my Quadra Cats books and webcomic. I decided to work primarily in brushpen, because that’s something I want to get better at, and that’s what art challenges are all about. I’m working on 5.5 x 5.5 inch pieces of smooth bristol paper (Strathmore)…

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