Just put pencil to paper


Story telling is an art and a gift.It must be nurtured. I am urging all of you to write. Don't just make writing your hobby;make it a habit. Make it a routine. I know everyone are very busy but at least write one page daily. Write about anything and everything. Though it is difficult, the discipline will help you in the future.
Criticisms are always positive; just depends on your perspective. Don't get dejected but try to incorporate it to improve your self or just ignore it. Writing is a creative and divine art. Others read it to get entertained and it is the only profession where you are Jack of all trades and master of all too. Take Angels and Demons for example. The author must have complete knowledge about particle physics,papal culture,cryptography,ancient cults,history,fascinating facts and geographical descriptions of myriad of places, etc. along with a solid plot.
Amazing right. Well,this is the easy part. Clearly explaining all this to a layman who has no idea of any of these things all the while keeping pace with the story and not deviating from it without boring the reader is where the magic of writing lies. This is what makes writing enthralling.
Writing is the perfect medium to pass your knowledge, share your feelings, express yourself; an outlet for your rampant creativity.

Comments

Megha Sharma said…
hey! dats nice... i also write but poems not stories...
May 17, 2011 at 1:16 PM
Karthik C said…
thanks megha,post them would love to read..
May 19, 2011 at 12:23 PM
Kripa said…
Agreed, writing is the only profession where you are Jack of all trades and master of all too.
August 29, 2011 at 11:53 AM
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