Comments for Hyphen: A Weblog http://hyphenblog.wordpress.com A blog about the hyphenated life (work, writing, marriage for a second generation Indian immigrant) Tue, 18 Mar 2008 08:21:36 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 Comment on Where Are You? by damyantig http://hyphenblog.wordpress.com/2008/03/18/where-are-you/#comment-5 damyantig Tue, 18 Mar 2008 08:21:36 +0000 http://hyphenblog.wordpress.com/?p=44#comment-5 Presently, I write to earn a living, mostly articles for websites and magazines. But fiction is my first love, and I am trying to step into that. When I write fiction, I do it because something gets stuck in my head and it wont go away till I write about it to see where it takes me. I write my poetry as a purging of the soul. I invariably only write poems when I am in turmoil. I hope you begin to get the answers you are looking for soon:) http://amloki.blogspot.com Presently, I write to earn a living, mostly articles for websites and magazines. But fiction is my first love, and I am trying to step into that.

When I write fiction, I do it because something gets stuck in my head and it wont go away till I write about it to see where it takes me.

I write my poetry as a purging of the soul. I invariably only write poems when I am in turmoil.

I hope you begin to get the answers you are looking for soon:)

http://amloki.blogspot.com

]]> Comment on Where Are You? by osmiumantidote http://hyphenblog.wordpress.com/2008/03/18/where-are-you/#comment-4 osmiumantidote Tue, 18 Mar 2008 04:53:04 +0000 http://hyphenblog.wordpress.com/?p=44#comment-4 I always knew I wanted to write. When I got the opportunity, I wasn't writing what I thought I wanted - essays. I tried to correct that and write prose. What I wrote was not what I intended, but came from somewhere inside of me and baffled me, as I had never seen that side of myself before. We write because somewhere inside of us there is a story to be told. I always knew I wanted to write. When I got the opportunity, I wasn’t writing what I thought I wanted – essays. I tried to correct that and write prose. What I wrote was not what I intended, but came from somewhere inside of me and baffled me, as I had never seen that side of myself before. We write because somewhere inside of us there is a story to be told.

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