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ALL ABOUT WRITING

 I have come across different feed backs and advice about writing in the internet and many writers have given their experiences about writing . But, the important thing is no one can make you a writer, if you will not sit and write.  So, as your nursery classes you have to sit and write everyday , whatever you want. Don't see who are your audience or don't think who will publish your materials. Just for heaven's shake take a vow and go on writing to be a writer. Think it as your profession  and like a gardener plant everyday different tree or herbs in your literary world. One day you will find your world full of trees, herbs, flowers, fruits, and even you will find birds chirping there and animals wandering there with joy and peace.
Many people comment my writing as premature. But, for me writing is an art. And whether it is mature and premature it should not be decided. It depends on the heart of the reader what he or she found from the writing . The chief aim of the writer is to give some pleasure and feelings to the reader. If that aim is fulfilled nothing to argue and the writer as the king/queen of her/his world nothing to worry. This means not that he or she will write anything poisonous. I strongly in support of society and social rules. Rules are there to guide us for better living . So, it depends upon a writer how his or her writing will affect it.

However go on writing with God overhead.

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