Showing posts with label Writer's Block. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writer's Block. Show all posts

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Book Review: Kissing The Demon by Amrita Kumar

Title: Kissing The Demon
Author: Amrita Kumar
Publisher: Harper Collins India


Review

What got things going for me while reading the initial pages of ‘Kissing the Demon’ was Amrita Kumar’s verdict: “…. writers are born and made, that talent can be innate and developed.” What I inferred from this is that one can polish one’s craft and hone the skills to go on to become a good writer. It sat well with the aspiring author within me.
A longtime writing teacher/mentor, Amrita shares her approach to developing creative writing skills in ‘Kissing the Demon.’ She has infused all her creative interests into this work. If you are planning to write a book then you should most certainly grab this one to channelize your literary prowess better and in an orderly fashion.
This book has five chapters. Each chapter breaks into subsections tackling smaller topics, with many examples and checklists to keep the information organized and to aid the readers understand better the workings of that which goes into developing a quality work. It helps to navigate the maze of plot construction, narrative viewpoint, character development, dialogue creation, and description. 
This book is an effective — and affecting — first read to call forth the writer’s voice. There are several books out in the market with related material. What sets this book apart from the milieu is that it specifically targets the Indian scenario. While Amrita’s approach has plenty of New-Age flavor, it’s also her pedagogical belief which helps one learn to write through a process of observing experiences and then expressing the same in the written form. Through this book, she has attempted to break the process of writing down into as replicable a craft as possible.
All aspiring scribblers, who want to quickly absorb the fundamentals of writing and getting published, will find ‘Kissing the Demon’ to be a concise manual. An orderly, no-frills guide to the craft of fiction as well as non-fiction writing — a must have for all those out there dreaming to be successful writers.

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About the Author

Amrita Kumar is an anthologist, novelist, writing-mentor and creative writing teacher. She began her career in the godowns of Daryaganj to select books for a chain of bookshops, moving on as research writer for the Department of Culture, Government of India, then on to publishing as associate editor, Penguin India; editor-in-chief, Roli Books; managing editor, Encyclopedia Britannica; editor, Indian Design & Interiors magazine; and vice-president, Osian s Literary Agency. In addition, she has freelanced for Rupa & Co., HarperCollins India and Oxford University Press. She lives in New Delhi. 



I'd like to thank the author for letting me review the book. I do hope you end up liking the book when you read it. Thank you so much for stopping by, and happy reading! 


* I received a review copy from Writersmelon in exchange for an honest review.
** Picture courtesy: Amazon.in 

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Flash Fiction: An Unwanted Guest


An Unwanted Guest

Sometimes there are things that are better lost. They may have been with us for ages but that doesn’t make them welcome guests. We’d definitely do better without their presence in our lives. These things aren’t hard to let go. What stops us from escaping them is their stubbornness at sticking around.

I’ve a friend. Well, calling him a friend isn’t appropriate because I never wanted to befriend him in the first place. We met every now and then but I tried to steer clear of him at every possible opportunity. For years, I successfully avoided him and enjoyed the fruits of his absence. But recently, after taking up a job as a freelancer, I noticed that I couldn’t lose him. He’d come visiting unannounced. He even dared to stay overnight. He was the reason why I was restless always. I couldn’t sleep at night. He’d sit beside me and stare at me non-stop. Not a word did he utter.

There was no running away from him. I felt trapped. My freedom, my independence was suffering because of him. I pleaded and I reasoned with him. Nothing. I bribed and I threatened. More silence. I took up a few hobbies just to keep myself more busy and indulged. I thought it would put an end to his presence in my life. The trick worked initially. But it wasn’t permanent.

One day he caught me in the act of a crime. I thought he’d be scared by my ruthlessness and run away. But boy, was I wrong! Believe me his silence had been better. It turned out he could talk more than I could take in. He’d babble day in and day out on the pretext of helping me hide my crime. He came up with absurd suggestions about dumping the body.

Okay, so I didn’t disclose my crime earlier. Sue me for that. I had murdered a girl. It was a necessity. I needed the money and it had seemed like a quick job. But then things got out of hand and I had no idea how to progress. My genius brain cooked up a solution. Murder. I acted upon my instincts and bam! I had a dead girl with a dead body to dispose off now. Now, don’t me wrong. Murder is okay. It’s easy even. What is difficult is the part that comes after the murder. Police work. Detectives. Media. Trial, probably. Guilt. The list just goes on and on. I had no idea what I was getting into when I committed the murder.
My friend chose just this moment to declare himself the house guest. He said he wouldn’t leave me now. He said he wanted to help. In his own way he was actually trying to help.
He came up with ideas but since I had no prior knowledge or experience, I found myself floundering. I couldn’t choose one option and leave the other for fear of making a mistake.
So now here I am months later still with a dead body to deal with. A crime to organize that has inadvertently been committed. And of course my unwanted guest — Mr. Writers’ Block — who, instead of completely obstructing my work, is throwing at me ideas, each one grander and unrealistic than the other.

© Jonali Karmakar