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Writer's life is really interesting


Wrote my blog post' writer's life is really interesting'.
From the morning I was in dilemma , whether I can write in English or I should switch over to my Odia. Now I wrote a tiny story on the basis of a situation happened before me , an d I could understand ' I can write'.  So from today instead of killing my precious time in reading different blogs, I could read books one after another in that period to improve my writing skill. It could be wonderful and satisfying also to complete reading different book. It will inspire me to write well and also use the precious time in writing projects.
Writing projects can be like below.
1- Reading  to improve the skill.
2- Writing daily whatever may be the situation, or anything in daily life. It could be like eating, breathing , remembering , or meditating.
3- Editing the work and make them fair to send to the publisher.
4- Publishing a book each year, whatever may be the opportunity.
A writer's life is hectic swings between luck and opportunities. But, the interesting part is without writing , a writer can not get satisfaction. It just like a soul to the emotional body clamoring to get peace. It is the brilliant treasure that can be told as the wisdom, imperishable and remains inside the subconscious mind to be carried from birth to birth or can award you in the current birth , if you don't believe in the life cycle. It does not requires other's recognition. It simple wants your own acceptance as a writer. Yes, it looks like a simple thing, a simple situation, a simple change . But, believe , it is not as simple as we are writing. It is a vow to carry with ego less heart for all the time. It is the promise we have to keep going in all situation of life journey. It is the crown you have to own and maintain for ages to come. It is the life little different from others to carry on to look at the life and the surrounding in some specific eyes judging in different angles. Little time before I thought of writing a story in long hand after little depressing thought, whether I will resume my writing in English or switch over to the native language. Now , look I am writing in pure English without any doubt of my failure or anything embarrassing. This is the confidence of writing like an wizard and go from step to step ahead without slightest doubt of your own strength. I think I should write like a person fighting inside the grim battle field to win.
That's all.
~happy writing~

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