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A small conversation on writing. (blog marathon post 17)





A friend and I were talking last evening. My friend asked what I was working on. I have just finished writing my 7th book! (yes, it feels euphoric to be able to say that--it will be out later this year).


She was very happy for me when I told her so.  Then she asked me 'Preeti, don't you ever feel exhausted from all the writing you do?'
'No,' I replied,'In fact it rejuvenates me'.

She thought about it for a bit and then said, it is probably inherent. Even though she is a writer herself, she said she cannot write as much as I do.

I told her that I cannot imagine a life without writing. I write every single day.
I cannot imagine life without writing.

To me writing is the air I breathe. Without it, i would cease to exist.
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Comments

  1. Super mam! we want same too ! Keep writing #Unstoppable :-) Happy writing :-) Keep Giving New Books :-) Looking fwd Nxt post mam :-)

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  2. Magician of words, but not tricks. The words are real and life tuning. Wonderful women with the most beautiful mind. Good bless you.

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  3. it's the matter of choices we make. some find happiness in writing, some live in worldly affairs. at the end of the day, everyone is in search of satisfaction

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  4. The things you like the most, ensure you don't miss to do that and do at your best. This is one of the best qualities in you which inspires your readers and keep them connected. #PositiveFeeling

    Keep Writing.. Keep Inspiring..!!! :)

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  5. Magician of words, but not tricks. The words are real and life tuning. Wonderful women with the most beautiful mind. Good bless you.

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  6. You are one of the few people I know who has found their passion ... I am yet to know what I am passionate about

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  7. I am looking forward to your 7th book. Please do keep writing for years to come because you are an inspiration to me. I learn a lot from your books which I have not learned from other authors. Keep it up Preeti! Happy Writing!

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