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Can't Keep Away!

Last week I was burnt out and feeling useless.  Couldn't do anything right.  This week - I feel that I'm healing now.

If anyone blames my writing for the burnt-out feeling (there are people in my life always ready to do that) then I would have to disagree with them.  The writing is what gives meaning to my life, helps me to make sense of things.    Reading and writing are like medicine to me.  I couldn't do without either.  Though this, I also have such a wonderful chance to communicate with friends and family.  Needless to say, I also need time for spiritual stuff as well - I need my quiet moments in the day to read my Bible and meditate a little.  Most essential.

I had a lovely experience recently.  I actually managed to attend the Lucknow Book Fair.  It usually takes place during the first ten days of October.  I always miss it because I haven't got a lift.  In my few moments of prayer time I asked the Lord for the opportunity to go.  How God loves to answer our prayers, in small things as well as big things.  He is a Father, after all.  My daughter got the opportunity to attend the Book Fair with one of her classmates, Anandita, who has the use of a car and a driver.  I have no shame, I begged a place in the car.  My husband was at home so I got him to see the kids at home for an hour or two.  I had to take my youngest one along.  Still, I had a lovely time browsing and picked up a few nice bargains for my waiting- to- be- read shelf.  That type of shelf is crucial for someone who doesn't have access to public libraries.

There's been a novel going around in my head for over a year now.  Two, in fact.  The books I'd love to read but (to the best of my knowledge) haven't been written yet, to misquote Toni Morrison.  So I've signed up for NaNoWriMo, the novel writing event in November.  Yes, I'll probably fall flat on my face, but I just so want to do it.

Then there are the last few BA papers.  I'll do them in the summer.  Meanwhile, read at least two books per week, taking notes and all.  That's my goal.

I can't keep away.  But I'm really happy, that's the thing!  Strange, isn't it?

This post first appeared on Write Away on WordPress on 27/10/2010

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