Today I’m going to take you into my writing space and show you where I work and also some cool organizational tools I’ve discovered to make a limited space pack more punch. I don’t have an extra room for an office, so I’ve dedicated the part of my kitchen that any normal person would make the breakfast area to my writing. I call it the Study Nook. Let’s take a little tour.
I started keeping a journal at about age 12-13. I began numbering them in college, retroactively assigning early journals negative numbers, so that time stretched backward and forward from the zero of freshman year. By now, they number in the 50s, the current journal being LIII (because journals should be counted in Roman numerals, of course.) Continue reading “The Journal: Vehicle to the Past or Future?”
I have a vague memory of my dad describing how he had to carve his own pens out of bamboo in order to have a writing implement in elementary school. Of course, this may be the Punjabi version of, “When I was your age, I had to walk 5 miles in snow to get to school,” but even if so, ink pens have been a part of my family’s culture for as long as I can remember. Continue reading “Why Fountain Pens? A Love Story”
Years ago, I wrote a play in which the main character couldn’t remember anything for more than a few moments. (Yes, I was upset when the movie Memento was released a few years later. Thank you for asking.)