The Trouble with Authors

A writer’s journey is difficult on different levels. It may be more so for women authors writing fiction! When you start out, it’s easy as a breeze. You’re in control, all-powerful. There’s a whole new world inside your mind. And in this world, there are people whose fates you can determine, who will do what you make them do, who will live and act like you want them to.

Really? NO!

It’s only until you reach the second or third chapter. And then you realize you’re not the one in control; they are! This world and these people are no longer your playthings; they are living, breathing entities that rule your heart and mind. You cannot give them just any story. You have to give them the story they deserve. Then on, it’s a difficult ride. You live their life, think their thoughts, feel their feelings. You laugh with them; you cry with them. And if there are two people on two sides of any spectrum (like it was with Swayam and Mrinmayi from Cadence, Interrupted!), then you are both these people at any given point of time – besides being everything else that you are!

It’s a joyride undoubtedly – and unlike any other – but it gets harder and harder by the end. At least, for me; and I’m not talking about the difficulty of finishing a story (thankfully, I haven’t been there yet).

This is not something I’ve seen many writers share. However, I must confess I’m definitely sad when I put the last period after the last word of a book. It’s like being in the most intimate relationship of your life for months and years, and then suddenly it’s not there. Publishing your work is like ending all activity in your relationship – shift+delete everything - phone numbers, contact details, social media, and then pack your bags and leave the town. Of course, you will remember. These people will remain a part of you forever, but you will not be a part of their journeys anymore. They will continue with their lives in their world – that you created but that is now totally, exclusively theirs.

I don’t know if writing a sequel or a series can take away this desolation, but can an extension replicate the original? Maybe, a writer friend who has written a sequel or a series can enlighten me, or maybe I should write one and find out!

And Truman Capote takes it a notch higher:

“Finishing a book is just like you took a child out in the back yard and shot it.”

Well, this was just musing I put down on paper after sending my fourth baby out into the world – From the Stars We Stole.

It’s been yours since this Christmas.

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Reviewing From the Stars We Stole, a fabulous book by Sinchita Ganguly

What a story! Aai shapath…sab kuch hai isme – situations ke maare do lovers, family members jo ban gaye dushman, dhokha dene wale dost, badon se samajhdaar bacche, bedroom scenes ……….you name it. Believe it or not……..songs bhi hain! But the story, boss…the story!! That’s where the similarity between this and a phillum ends.  Because this is bilkul hatke without any emosional atyachaar or faltoo bakwas.  One hundred percent punch-packed kahaani.  Ekdum jadoo hai jadoo…….aisa magic hai, jo poorey 2020 mein missing tha.  Absolute page-turner, patakha kahani until you reach The End and then you wish the story had never come to an end. If you ask me, that’s the ONLY tragedy in the story……that it comes to an end. It’s a real challenge to put this book down without finishing the story first.  I’m sure you are thinking kya phenku review hai – Read the story and then kasam se, khoob beetegi jab milenge phenku do do! Aap aur mein!! Fans forever

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