A few months ago, a close friend had said this about me: “Give her any prompt and she dives right into it; writing in full flow.” At the time I had simply laughed and brushed it off. But her words came to mind yesterday after I completed the first assignment at the Interactive Flash Fiction Workshop organized by Wrimo India, the India chapter of NaNoWriMo. Published author Rochelle Potkar was our instructor. We had been given a few preparatory assignments to complete ahead of the workshop. I, being the lazy bum, foolishly thought it was okay to ignore them and decided to wing it. Closer to the appointed time, however, fear gripped me. (Those who know me will know of my chronic problem of self-doubts.) What if nothing came to mind just then, I wondered. With just a few minutes left before the workshop, I hurried through the assignment. I jotted down the details quickly.

With Camp NaNoWriMo in full swing and my Sikkim travel tales, the Story Continuation Challenge got second rate treatment, unfortunately. But here it is , with another interesting prompt this week. But first, over to last week's stories. I loved the stories that came in last week. Let me repeat that. Absolutely, loved them! With such a depressing prompt, I hadn't expected such a variety of responses. You continue to surprise me, week after week.

Yup, it's that time again when I count my blessings and express gratitude to you, my Dear Readers. The Wordpress blog is now 400+ Followers strong and the Facebook Page has over a 100 Likes. I am delirious with happiness and am dancing like there's no tomorrow. Please do join in as this achievement is because of you - your comments, likes, feedback, criticisms and of course, most importantly your encouragement and support. So  THANK YOU!

Camp NaNoWriMo began on April 1st and with it started my attempt to write a novel. I have no idea how it's done. I've been writing for about 6 months now. I started with a few prompts from Writing101 and from there ventured in writing short pieces of fiction, among other genres. A few of my fiction (and humour) pieces were well received and BAM!! I declared myself to be the 'Writer of the Year'. With the experience of only a short stories and a few non-ficton articles, I was still a novice. And yet, this March I decided to attempt a novel. Self-doubts, notwithstanding. Currently, I'm up to 5000 Words. I've given myself a target of 10,000 words. And it's just the 6th of April. I have ample time to complete the rest. That's what anyone would think. Maybe, even me. But no! I don't have ample time. Deduct the 4 days I'll be out on a family vacation, remove a few days of travel fatigue, laziness, sickness and binge-watching TV shows and I have just a day or two over two weeks. Which scares me a lot. 

So, Camp NaNoWriMo started yesterday and as promised to myself I jumped headlong into it. I've started working on a novel; and even though the plot seemed sketchy, I still took the plunge. I did worry about not having enough length and scenes in the storyline to qualify it as a novel.
I am finally working on my novel. And in the process getting to know new things about myself too. YAY!! It's just Day 2 today and I've got down 1500 words already. What could be better than that! Double YAY!!
During my evening walk yesterday, a new idea occurred to me and gave me a breakthrough for making a dull scene more interesting and moving the story forward. That's when I realized that I'm a 'pantser'.

I recently read somewhere that if you are extremely passionate about something, then that thing is probably ‘your calling’. How many times has it happened that we really care about something deeply, only to not pursue it seriously? I know it happens to me frequently enough. The most recent instance being my desire to write a novel. It has been on my mind ever since I quit my job. That means almost six months now. It took me long enough to discover my calling for writing. Each time the thought was that I’ll get down to it some day, soon enough. Each time I convinced myself that I wasn’t yet ready for it. Each time I persuaded myself that my writing skills needed further improvement. (They still do!)