See this is me! I can say I am very good at yapping. Remember I had promised to write regularly but as usual I lived to the utmost expectation of my inner lazy soul of not writing of course. Now I can say that writing is like inventing something, a scientist thingy, which sometimes we wonder why certain things were invented but then its ok, its important to them.
Ok, coming back to me, quite recently I’ve discovered that I feel ashamed when my friends, family, colleagues or even my land lady introduce me as a writer, its like wtf….I am not a writer in fact I am a shame on the entire community of writers, I am a writer who does not write for weeks together, a writer who left her job as a principal correspondent with a largest selling newspaper in the world and loves to just talk books and not read them regularly. In order to console myself I searched for writer with whom I share my birthday and I was happy to find Agatha Christie (yup I share the same surname), Ann Beattie, Cyril Connolly some of the names I know. So I researched and figured they became great literary figures at 40 or 45, I consoled myself as I have time to laze a bit more. But then I must write regularly. God what should I do
