Writing

So it's not just me right? I put myself out there as an author on X (formerly twitter), Instagram, Discord and others. I've been inundated with a constant stream of emails, direct messages, and comments from strangers claiming to offer writing services, editing help, or marketing solutions.

If you are an author yourself, I am betting you are no stranger to this.

It's SO overwhelming for me. Especially having to juggle writing with a full-time job. How do you navigate this deluge? I know you think the answer is to just ignore them. But unfortunately that doesn't work with me at all. I'd hate to self-diagnose myself with some kind of OCD, but I have this innate need to read every message. Some of these are so earnest, I find it difficult to ignore them. I also have a need to "close the loop" on these requests.

This wouldn't be an issue, if I didn't have such a big problem saying "No" to people. :-/

And to add to the complexity, some of these requests (most of them actually) are bots. And thanks to how sophisticated AI has become, I only figure out that I am talking to a bot some four or five exchanges in.

I have no solution or advice for you dear reader. Ignore them maybe. That's the only advice I have.

That's all I had for this post. I hope whoever you are, where ever you are, you enjoy writing! Have a fantastic day!

I am beyond thrilled to share with you all the exciting news that has been months in the making. After years of writing, my book is finally available to readers! I am yet to receive a physical copy, but I am sure it will be a a surreal feeling to hold my published book in my hands.

Some of you may know, I've been writing for quite some time now. Since 2020, I've been pouring my heart and soul into crafting stories, building characters, and weaving plots. But as much as I loved the process, there was always a desire to share my work with others. What you might not know is just how challenging it's been to balance writing with my full-time job. I've had to juggle late nights, early mornings, and every spare moment in between to squeeze out time for writing. Whether it was scribbling notes during my daily commute or typing away on my laptop during lunch breaks, I made the most of whatever time I could find. It wasn't always easy, but knowing that I had a dream to chase kept me motivated.

I knew I was ready to publish in January of this year (2025). However, as the months went by without any responses or offers from publishers or agents, I began to wonder if it was all worth it. The waiting game can be tough, especially when you're passionate about sharing your work with others.

In July of 2025, I was out on a walk one day and stumbled upon Scube Prints, who were operating a printing business. They connected me with a local publisher, Paperoin Publishing, who could help me bring my book to life. They stepped in and guided me through the final stages of publication. Their team was instrumental in helping me navigate the process and ensuring that my book meets the highest standards.

And now, after months of waiting, I'm proud to announce that my book is available for purchase! It's a dream come true, and I couldn't be more grateful to all those who have supported me on this journey. From family and friends to fellow writers and readers, your encouragement has meant the world.

Here's a link to my book if you want to buy it for yourself. https://www.amazon.in/dp/819936548X

Why write the blog at all? I understand it's a little late to be answering this question but I guess It needs to be said at some point.

I have a vague recollection of my grandfather (Paddu Tatha) and whatever memory I have of him is of him either scolding someone or the other. He was short tempered and had very high expectations of people. I remember him scolding me a lot. Not his fault though, I was a stupid kid and I'd hate myself at that age if I saw him now. For example, I'd constantly steal the vegetable vendor's weighing scales and run away with it to home. Anyways he was a good man I have a good sense of the man from memory and from stories I have heard of him. Unfortunately he passed away when I was 7 or so.

I have never seen my other grandfather (Seshadri Tatha). He passed away before I was born. From what I've heard he was very intelligent, was pretty wealthy and liked to play around with his kids a lot. He was pretty infamous too for a lot of things. I didn't really have a sense of who he was until one day my uncle showed me a letter that he'd written to the collector of the district asking for a permit to ply buses between Perambalur and Trichirapalli. It was in English and he'd written it beautifully. It had great penmanship and was written better than what you'd expect of someone who grew up in rural Tamil Nadu. As far as I can recollect It didn't have a single grammatical or spelling error.

Writing is a window into the workings of a person's mind. You can see a side of a person that you normally don't get to see. For example I had this colleague back in Chennai who was generally very shy. We'd be lucky if we got two sentences out of him in a day while talking. But boy could he write. His emails would be perfect. You'd never see this side of him unless you spoke to him over an email.

And that's why I blog. My grand children may never get to see me and I just don't want them to be curious as to who I was. Or where they come from. This is the intent of this blog. To give them a peek into my mind.

That's all I had to say really.

I think my next entry will be of all the stupid shit I have done.