The Worst Advice I Have Ever Heard About Writing

Ladies, and gentlemen. Members of the jury. Today, I will be writing about writing. Yup, guilty as charged.

I have a little dilemma. Actually, let’s call it, “Thinking out loud.”

Be honest if you ever tried this.

You have an interesting idea, and though it is about your life experience, somehow there is a universal theme. Something that can be googled. So, you type the keywords, and you try different variations. Before you know it, it has been an hour and your browser window is filled with dozens of open tabs.

All within your theme. And maybe some on the edge of it.

The point is you end up being overwhelmed with some ten, twelve thousand words and you shout, “Oh Shit! All of it is already written.”

You feel sad, even depressed (Though that’d be technically wrong, sad and depressed are on the entirely different spectrum). You pace in your room and after a while, you end up wandering through parks.

Suddenly you get an epiphany, “Hey! How about I modify what everyone has written, add my own experience, and voila, I’ll have the best blog post ever.”

What? It’s only me?

Hmm, Shit.

So, back to the matter at hand. You reread the twelve thousand or so words, and you start modifying it. You know, changing synonyms, shuffling, adding and whatnot.
Hours pass, and you end up being exhausted. You check the word count and shit. Only four hundred words.

Flashbacks anyone?


I have said it countless times (I am not joking), there isn’t a point to originality. There is nothing new under the sun. And yet when we write from memory, our words flow smoother. All right, maybe not smoother but better than the whole modified writing.

Isn’t it interesting?

When you write what has already been written, there are two ways to do it. One is by experiencing it. Some of us experience by reading too, so let’s keep it aside for this point. All right?

Right now, let’s talk only about real life experiences.

When we write what we know, we end up giving the words a personality. It is true. Swear to God.

Creative fiction is all well and good, but every piece of fiction has a shred of reality. There isn’t any other way.

Writing what we know. The only mantra I follow.

Shit. I am back on the same kind of post I have written dozens of times. Like I said, there isn’t anything new under the sun.

Via Daily Prompt: Agile

Can I Be of Help?

dog sitting in front of a computer/laptop - humour, funny

A slight update on my part. I don’t even know if I should call it an update. But here it goes.

I am not your stereotypical geek but I am good with technology, all right. Yeah, I know, I am a narcissist, shut up.

From time to time, I often help others with some feedback regarding the technical aspects of different software, web programs, and whatnot.

Is anyone in my little tribe needs some technical help?

It could be related to blogging, graphic designing, actually, almost anything blogging and writing related, except social media.

I am horrible at social media.

Diary Of A Madman – Entry 25th October 2017 (Because I’m Running Out of Original Titles)

Come on. Here we go again, motherfucker. Oh, sorry, compulsory warning, this post contains profanity. Well, because I’m in one of my moods. You call them profanity, I call them sentence enhancers. And before I forget, that’s how Slipknot’s best album starts. 

Should I do it? It’s feels as if I ignored it for too long. Though in reality it was only three days. Shit. Three days, that’s way too long for someone like me. Too long to ignore the voices, to ignore the need.

This isn’t the way it is supposed to be. This is the only way I feel whole. That sounds so pathetic. Can I really maintain the suspense for a little long? I’m struggling so much. Now I know why I’m a horrible suspense writer. I can only write soapy drama. Maybe I’m one dimensional. No matter how much I try to ignore it. For example, this is a little exercise to write something in short sentences. Simple sentences. No complex sentences. No compound verbs.

Improper paragraph breaks. Five lines. Seven lines. The point is mixing up your style. Maybe it is a way to challenge yourself. Maybe this is how we are supposed to get out of our comfort zone. As of late, I’ve been feeling that my writing skills are rather limited. It feels as if I’m repeating myself over and over again. That can be a good thing. After all, that’s how we achieve mastery over any skill.

Writing isn’t that. Not anymore. It’s something entirely else. Maybe I should try writing something in some other genre. Science fiction seems fitting. After all I am a nerd who studies Immunology.

I digressed, didn’t I? Maybe that is the way we write good suspense thriller. We add a lot of irrelevant details. That was a snark. Huh, I’m back to my old self. Come on, idiot, get out of your comfort zone. Anyone can write a rant. Write something ridiculous for a change.

But I’ve been writing that for so long. Then write something good. Simple.

That was a ridiculous little paragraph. Let’s see if I can make fun of some other stereotypical genre. Ooh, let’s try young adult fiction. Girl falls in love with a bad boy. Good boy helps the bad boy with homework (Homework is too cliched, maybe a bodybuilding championship, after all, nerds can go to gym too). Good boy falls in love with the girl. Bad boy chooses his gym membership over the girl (Wow! We have comedy too. Shit! Let’s overuse exclamation marks, that is another necessity of YA fiction). Girl goes to the good boy. Good boy accepts her. After all, good guys are pathetic loser who always soothe the ego of rejected idiots. Nice!! And we have the plot of next bestselling young adult fiction.

Maybe I should not publish this post and write the YA fiction myself. Brilliant! I got my NaNoWriMo plot figured out. I’ll be filthy rich (Imagine me doing the manic villian laughter).

I guess I am too stupid. I ended up writing another rant. Nitesh, you can never be a good writer, you idiot.

And while we are on that subject, what kind of fucking idiot talks about himself in third person? Well hello, a narcissist. Who else? Shit. Who cares for socially aware pragmatic citizens? We need dogmatic minions who worship stones and animals. This was fun.

Oh, about the suspense, I was on Slipknot break. Can you believe it? Three days without Slipknot. I’m surprised I’m not in jail. Perfect line. Slipknot – Because bitchslapping or punching people in the throat would be animal abuse.

Fuck! By now I’m entirely sure my death will most likely be caused by being sarcastic at the wrong time.

I wholeheartedly apologize for the overdone exclamation marks. I hate exclamation marks.

Via Daily Prompt: Identity

The Art of How Not To Write

Yesterday, I had published an article over at The Perfectly Imperfect Bunch, (Yeah, it’ still going on, maybe not so strong, but still) and as much as I would have liked for it to be read, apparently it only got thirty views.

Now, generally I move on but then I felt something special while I was writing it and I don’t know but I’d still like to give it one more chance, so if you read yesterday’s post here at TPIB, you can skip this post and if you didn’t, how dare you. Jokes aside, here it is, The Art of How Not To Write.

“Why do I do this, over and over again?

Why do I create chaos among my peace?”

I’m not ugly in your conventional sense. I do not wish to cut someone’s throat.

I’m ugly in the sense that I believe in treating your fellow beings as equal. I do not believe that women can’t be president or that they cannot run a fortune 500 company, whatever the hell that is.

In the end, it doesn’t really matter what you think of me, I mean, probably, it’ll matter to you, or you’ll think it matters to you, but in reality, whatever you think of me, is just a little sketch of the whole picture. Or the thought.

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Writing A Perfect Blog

Ahh, hell. Yup, that’s exactly how you’ll feel if you can create a perfect blog. A blog with good commercial potential, perfect layout, perfect posts, posts that will satisfy everyone, that will not hurt the sentiments of anyone. A perfectly knit creative layout.


What I’ve learned in last week is simple. A little background on last week, I’ve written certain posts that I am specifically proud of, though I love every single one of my post, the posts that I’ve written in last week are the ones I’ll show if someone asks me to show them some of my selected posts. One hundred and ninety-four posts and four of them taught me something profound.

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Our perception is nothing but the sum of our circumstances.

Well here comes another rant. And beware, Death’s The Sound Of Perseverance is playing in the background so do expect certain death growls every now and then.

There are certain discussion I’ve been having recently, with my friends (yeah, I do have friends, I’m surprised too, more than you could possibly believe) and every now and then, the word judge gets thrown around a lot, maybe by me, maybe by others, but that is not the point of this rant. The point is, I’m at a stage where I’m most probably going to end up judging the word “Judge.” You know what, rather than saying judge, let’s say we all have this inherent likenesses and repulsiveness, it’ll still make equal sense.

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Why I Write The Diary Of A Madman

It’s all a game of words. Rawest and stripped down version of my life. Welcome to the diary of a madman. By now, the diary is filled with roughly hundred little notes, notes full of my conflicts. My thought process captured in it’s stripped form.

Let’s recall one of the greatest philosophical quotes, “Sometimes, everything in your life works exactly the way you want it to, on certain other occasions, everything goes against you, but you’ve got to hang in there.”

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