With You, I’ll Be Only Sibylla (Part 2)

Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters or the storyline. This story is based on Sir Ridley Scott’s brilliant film, Kingdom of Heaven. Chapter 2: The Very Best of Wives Sibylla was in a dream, or so she felt. For the first time in after her marriage to Guy, she found herself dreaming about a man.

On Concrit

I’ve had a pretty average day so far. Not much happened. I got up ten minutes later than usual because I had a late start this morning. The first thing I did was grab my journal to write my one page every morning. I wrote some pretty funny typos, or rather ‘writos’. One of them

With you, I’ll be only Sibylla (Part 1)

Disclaimer: This is based on Sir Ridley Scott’s brilliant film, Kingdom of Heaven. I don’t own any of the characters. Summary: The account of the end of the Latin Kingdom of Jerusalem, as seen from the point of view of the most important woman in the kingdom, Princess Sibylla of Jerusalem. Chapter 1: Meeting the

Smoothly? Perhaps…if I’m lucky

The first day of term/semester is always smooth, because after a long rest, I have finally saved up enough motivation to do what I’m supposed to do (i.e. apply myself to my studies) for at least three days. Afterwards, who knows. Then again, this morning, I stuck to my ‘rise early for writing’ regime, and

Camel, Spatula, Venice

Okay, so the challenge is to write a piece — not too long — with these three words.  Disclaimer: All the characters mentioned here belong to Disney. They’re not mine. I’m just borrowing them for this occasion. A Belated Honeymoon A Pirates of the Caribbean fanfiction The sea lapped the shores of New England calmly.

On Boredom and Magpies.

I have just realized that I never keep promises to myself. I promised that I would write everyday for the past three weeks. I promised I would get up early in the morning to write. That all went to pot. In life, there are so many distractions which can take one’s attention off creativity. I

Doing what you want because you want it.

As a student of history, I often get asked about why I decided to take a subject which seems to have very little to do with ‘practical real life’. Perhaps it is my nationality, but almost every person looks at me strangely when I tell them that I do history because I like it, simple

Real Life and Writing

There is a common thing which people say. “I’ll write when I have time.” I used to think that way, but the reality is, you will never have time unless you make time for writing. There is always something to do. From the perspective of a teen, I can tidy my pig-sty of a bedroom,

Continuity

I just realized that I have not posted here for ages. Life has changed. I have not been writing much fiction, save for fanfiction, since the whole debacle concerning Tibet had been taking up my attention. Sometimes, even writers get sucked into the events of the real world. I’ve become a part-time political writer, writing

Journalling

This week I’ve been mainly working on my journal, especially today and yesterday, because I’ve just finished a book on journalling. It’s got some good tips and prompts and it really suited me well. Interesting reading at any rate. It’s quite amazing what you discover when you write down your thoughts. I found things I

Why do I write?

Every writer has to start somewhere. For me, the process began when I first started learning English, at the age of five. Now you might this is odd, but for me, it’s really the most logical beginning. You see, when I was young, I wasn’t exactly one who appreciated the written language, preferring TV, as

Breaking the chains

Some people have a perception that writers are higher beings, and that inspiration flows into their heads from wherever inspiration comes from. I wish that was so. We’re just totally normal people, trying to make a living out of our hobbies. More often than not, we need normal jobs to begin with. Now, I don’t have

The Calm before the storm

It is the calm before the storm. The dark clouds gather on the horizon, like an army rallying to some unheard horn. Everything is still. Even the trees are still. It would seem tranquil if not for the atmosphere of tension. We are waiting, unable to do anything except stay and take what nature will