Work is keeping me busy. By work I mean REAL WORK. Not the charade of work that writers are often compelled to hide beneath. Struggling writers are often foxed into believing that they are not really writers. That writing is merely a hobby that they follow and that they are actually something else…maybe a teacher or a shopkeeper or a librarian or a janitor. Anything but a writer. And this belief is a threat to their primary existence. Because they know nothing better than to write. No other profession sits as pretty on their shoulders as writing does. The mere thought of punching in 500 words per day keeps them going.

Hence, to cut the long story short, I am indeed as busy as a bee these days. And thankfully with my real work. Writing. Not with the charade of a work that I do. This month should be productive. Even if I cannot carry my laptop everywhere, I should be able to do the needful with OneNote or MS Office on my phone. All said and done, I do not intend to waste even one precious day to doing nothing at all. Wish me luck folks ! And do not worry of the posts are irregular. I will probably be happily typing something in some quaint corner of this world.