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Zero to Hero – Day 2 Name yourself: Here’s the new me!

Posted on by Nida S.

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I thought all day long yesterday. While cooking, while dropping off my son at school, while doing nothing and while doing everything. My stomach was in knots, mostly with excitement. Last year when I created ‘The Green and White pages’, it was sudden. It was also an attempt to identify with my roots while writing. Along the way, I felt something was missing and the feeling wasn’t fleeting. It was a consistently clinging, nagging itch that exacerbated every time I logged on to my blog. Yesterday, I was given the chance the reevaluate everything through the Zero to Hero challenge and I went all out. I changed my web address to http://www.inkriched.com. And my site title became ‘On road to Inkrichment’.  Writing to me is all about enrichment. So this seemed like the best possible name. I am also staying true to my green and white philosophy so for now it stays as another page in my blog.

This may be a futile exercise or it might not be. Either way, I am here and I am writing and this makes sense. So that’s inkrichment enough for now:)

 

Zero to Hero – Day One : Introduce yourself

Posted on by Nida S.

Zero to Hero – Day One : Introduce yourself

I am a writer, a wife, and a mother of two. Now regarding the ‘writer’ bit, I wasn’t bitten by a mutant alphabet that unleashed its crazy writing powers. I gave myself this title only a year back when I began my blog, the green and white pages on word press.  I am a writer not because I have a list of prize-winning publications under my name. Nor am I a writer because I earn wads of money and can go on exquisite vacations to chip off my writer’s block.

I am a writer, because that is something truly, most wonderfully my own. Every time I call myself a writer(mostly in my head and sometimes with reddened cheeks to other people too), I feel a surge of pride swell up and explode like juice spurting out from a plump orange. Every time I compose a crummy, pointless blog post, the exercise glues together the many loose bricks in my life. I revel in my second-not-so-secret identity so much that I sometimes have to pinch myself to get back into reality. A reality where I am an absolute nobody in the illustrious world of writers. A reality where there is a huge chance that my dream of writing and publishing my own book might not come true. A reality where despite it all, I have learned to be hopeful and to enjoy the writing process and the end product, in so many or little words.

I write and my little world lights up. I write because I think it is what I was meant to do all along. I write because the ten-year old girl, who, many years ago wrote personal diaries, essays and stories but somehow lost them all in the worldly noise, badly needed some direction. So I write because I feel I owe her an explanation. I write because I think I have something to say; mostly uninteresting, random things that make my blood bubble or freeze; depending on the intensity of the situation.

I am here in this 30-day challenge because I need discipline. My life revolves around my family and friends. But that is not a reason for not writing and throwing away my pencils, or in this case my iPhone and laptop. Simply put, I believe discipline and inspiration will get me from zero to sidekick, if not entirely hero. But I know that as long as I get to write often and plenty,  my written concoctions will always be my solace.

So I write because I need my words; like builders need their tools. Lots and lots of them.