It's basic

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As a freelance writer, I spend close to 12 hours a day working. Mostly, it is actually writing or researching. Then there is some amount of meetings and discussions on what to write, how to write, devising content related strategies, etc. There is a lot of getting into someone's head and figuring out what they want. There is speculation on what is going to drive people to someone's website or write persuasive marketing collaterals or a powerful concept note. I love all that juggling. However, sometimes I do lose the plot.

Early this morning, I finished reading 'Life of Pi' by Yann Martel. It's the story of a boy, Pi, who survives a shipwreck. His survival involves spending nearly a year on the Pacific on a lifeboat with a royal Bengal tiger.

I read that book and remembered that anything creative or inspired makes you feel a particular way - it makes you want to be a better person. It makes you want to live a better life. It makes you want to soak in the goodness of that moment and share that feeling freely and willingly.

Early this morning I was reminded of why I love writing in the first place.

If you haven't already, do read 'Life of Pi'. It will remind you of what is important.

Comments

Puneet said…
I have read that book and agree, its a very good read :)
7:22 PM
Mukta Raut said…
:-) wht was your favorite part, Puneet?
9:06 PM
Miss Q said…
That's a fantastic book :)
I love the part when he's on that strange island
9:45 AM
Mukta Raut said…
Sush - That's chilling, no? Yes - when he finds that molar wrapped in those leaves...

I guess my favorite bits are when he descrbes bits of his life on the sea where he gets taken in with beauty of the sky, the sea...

and even his earlier life - where he follows all the religions as assiduously and then gets hauled up by the religious men of all the faiths. :-)
12:45 PM
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