Thought I would share with you today, some of my writing quirks.
What you see above is one of them. I have many many journals like the one you see above whcih i keep buying on my various travels. For me to pick up a hand-made journal, I have to fall in love with it's texture. I run my hand over it.Sometimes it looks good but doesn't feel right. If it doesn't feel right, I don't buy it. Sometimes it feels good but looks awful. Then too i don't buy it. For me to buy it, it has to talk to my heart.
The one you see above, it is one of my favourite ones. I had picked it at a tiny Tibetan shop in Mc.Leod Ganj. An old Tibetan lady was selling it and she had eyes that bore into my very sould. It was as though she knew my quest for that perfect journal.
Each time I begin a new novel, I use a new handmade journal. I scribble the plot with an ink pen. I am particular about the ink-pens I use too. I have a lamy Pen which I treasure and also a Sheafer which I equally love. The only ink I use is black. Never blue or any other colour. It has been that way for the past 34 years or so. I can't write with any other ink but black.
My novel 'Tea for two and a piece of cake' was outlined on the above journal. Nisha, Samir,Akash Tanya, Rohit, Mrs.B all of them first came alive in these pages. From my head to the paper, ideas poured forth, new worlds were created, a story born. I made a connection with you through my words. You loved Nisha and Akash as much as I did. And maybe more.
That is the magic of words.
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