Preeti Shenoy's blog.

Whiplash --a movie which I watched recently left me thinking. How far is a person willing to go to achieve the pinnacle of success? Where does one draw the line to achieve excellence? What price are you willing to pay, to make it worth it for you?  Does success demand great sacrifice?

If you haven't watched it, do watch the movie. It is a movie that makes you uncomfortable, and makes you think. I will not go into details about the movie, for fear of spoilers.

Personally, I believe that in order to achieve success in any field, one has to continuously be at it. Especially when the going gets tough or seems impossible. You have to have a spirit of 'I will never give up, no matter what.'  It is persisting even when everything seems bleak.

As a writer, I have face innumerable rejections. My book Life Is What You make It was rejected more than 40 times--not only by Indian publishers but also publishers abroad. Today, it has sold close to a million copies and continues to top th…

For today's post, I thought I would share with you the various stages of making a portrait and explain the steps:

Step 1.
I draw an outline in pencil. The outline has to be accurate. You can use the pencil to measure proportions. Mostly it is  years and years of practice to get it right.



Step 2.
Once I am satisfied with the drawing,  I loosely block in the colours.


I use Sakura Koi watercolors and Pro-arte brush. My sketchbook is moleskine'. I use a lot of water and paint lightly. See--I haven't used any black yet.


Step 3: I deepen the shadows.

This makes the lighter areas stand out. I add  one more layer of colour. I use a hair dryer to completely dry a layer before adding another.

Step 4.

I add in the blacks. The portrait is already beining to look lively.


Step 5. I refine it further.


Hope these steps made the various stages clear.

In the other news my book #WakeUpLifeIsCalling is topping the bestselling charts (at no.3) for the 5th consecutive week.


Life is what you ma…

A question which I am often asked is 'Are your stories true stories? They seem so real?'
People then ask me who the 'real person is'. They beg me to reveal the names of the real people on whom these stories are based etc.

I understand that to the reader my characters and my stories seem VERY REAL. But honestly I don't even know what to say when people beg me to let them meet the 'real people' behind my stories. They even assure me that they will keep it confidential and never tell anyone!

In order for me to oblige them, I will have to give them an entrance into my head. And that is impossible.

Also, I think if you look at the bestseller  fiction lists in India, the authors declare that it is based on their own lives. I think sadly, the Indian reader is used to that kind of stuff! I also read a LOT. This year, I have already read 26 books. You can see my entire reading list (and what i thought of them) on my Instagram profile under the highlights "boo…

As I type this, my son is sprawled out on my bed, waiting  for me to finish. My dog is pawing me, and whining, wanting me to finish. My husband just walked in and asked if I am done.

I told all three of them, I need some time to write.

One of the hazards of working from home is this! There are so many interruptions to your day and time. This is especially so in India, where anyone from courier guy to dhobi to newspaper guy to house-help to security guard bringing some official notice ring the bell.

People often ask me how I manage to write so much. It is simple--I guard my writing time.

JK Rowling had said

“Be ruthless about protecting writing days, i.e., do not cave in to endless requests to have "essential" and "long overdue" meetings on those days. The funny thing is that, although writing has been my actual job for several years now, I still seem to have to fight for time in which to do it. Some people do not seem to grasp that I still have to sit down in pea…

Hey there!

Mothers and sons always have a special bond. (Just like mothers and daughters do)

I am super super excited just now, as I am leaving for the airport, to receive my son. It's been almost 6 months since I saw him. My daughter will come home probably next month or so. Some of you who have been following this blog might remember that he was scouted by a modelling agency in Singapore, while was walking out from the gym. He didn't even intend to take part!


He was one of the finalists in Singapore's face of the year model hunt. I had attended his first ramp show, and had even live-streamed it from Singapore (so my mom  in Kerala could watch it as it happened!) You can click HERE to see his profile.

My son is totally into fitness and riding. He was the one who taught me how to ride is KTM RC 390 :) (I never thought I would be able to ride a sports bike).  Here is the video  of me riding :)



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Riding into 2019! I wasn’t kidding when I said my son…

My darling daughter,
On this day eighteen years ago, I lay in the hospital, utterly overwhelmed. I had gone into labour unexpectedly. My gynaecologist had not yet reached the hospital as it was 5.30 am in the morning. You were in a tearing hurry to come out into the world. The doctor who was on night duty scurried about in panic and urgency; It was a natural childbirth (but God—I had to have stitches which I won’t freak you out with now). ‘Are you qualified enough to handle my baby?’ I thundered at the doctor, in throes of mylabour pain. ‘Yes m’am,’ she replied. When they told me I had a baby girl, I wept in joy. When you are hoping, wishing and wanting something so badly, it is an incredible and a magical moment, when the wish is granted. But the nurses on duty that night didn’t know this.
‘Don’t worry, you can try for a boy next time,’ the nurses said. ‘I ALREADY HAVE a boy. I soooo badly wanted a GIRL,’ I yelled through my tears.
This, my daughter was your welcome into this world. Where pe…

For today's post I am sharing three portraits I made over last three days. These were hard pictures to draw. I am a part of an international Artists community (Sktchy which I have mentioned before), and every day, we get a muse in our inbox. We paint the muse and share it. So do many others.
I enjoy it immensely, and now have many artist friends who I've met online, but I know will meet in real life too, because of sketch meets and  sketching conferences.



For me, art gives me so much joy. Just as writing does. In an interview I was asked recently which one I like better and how one supports the other. My answer was that one is like my right arm and the other is like my left arm. I do not know how they are connected, but I do know, I need both !

Here are the portraits:




That's all for today.
Tomorrow: A very special post.

Love
Preeti
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For the last many years now, whenever I do a blog marathon, I always do a post from Sunday Stealing.
Since I haven't t done one this time, I thought I would do it today. Every Sunday, Sunday Stealing puts up a nice set of questions, which bloggers then answer on their own blogs, and leave a link at the original post, so others can blog-hop and read  other people's answers. It's great fun!

I am copy pasting today's questions  (and I am also giving my answers below)

Today's Sunday stealing is from  From Unconscious Mutterings.

Instructions:   There are no right or wrong answers. Don't limit yourself to one word responses; just say everything that pops into your head.  Thanks to The Gal Herself for the suggestion.

I say ... and you think ... ?

    Hurry! :: Bon Jovi from It's my life





    Dumb :: The movie Dumb and Dumber, which I never watched!




    Fudge :: Something  sweet and chocolatey that sticks to your teeth.





    Sturdy ::  My grandfather's antique tabl…