I was late to the Harry Potter bandwagon. I started reading from the fourth book and I was enchanted and thrilled and *please add more adjectives as I take a pause to appreciate the beauty that was The Goblet of Fire* I couldn’t put that book down and I remember I was at the whole Barty Crouch Jr. reveal when guests came over. I had to keep disappearing from time to time because I. Simply. Had. To. Know. how it would end before school the next day.
When Hunter returned to the land of the living, it was with an intense need to urinate. It helped that he hadn’t been tied up. Once he had relieved himself, he patted his body to take stock of the damage done. Except for a slight bump on his head, a dry and bitter mouth, aching limbs and anger, he was fine.
Why did I pick this eBook?
Hello? Have you seen the header image? If that does not give you an insight as to the kind of images this dessert book contains, you need to look at the image again!
Why did I pick this eBook?
The eBook was titled ‘writing tools’ and the author has some 17 years of writing experience. Also the cover and the overall look and feel of the eBook was professional and that told me I will benefit if I read it.
She didn’t want to. She had promised herself she wouldn’t return. But her curiosity got the better of her. Next morning, making an excuse that sounded untrue even to her ears, Urmilla went to the same place, sat at the same spot, in the same position with her feet dipped in the water. She fervently hoped Master Mei Ling, whether figment of her imagination or not, would show up.
About Runjhun’s EBook: This book is a Sufi celebration — a celebration of love, humanity and values that seem to be losing their sheen.Simple, relatable and everyday life lessons are woven around equally simple and easy to use Urdu words that can easily become a part of the reader’s day to day lingo. And since Urdu is a language of the poets and a home for some of the finest poetry/couplets (ghazal, nazm, shayari and so on), these pieces are riddled with my most favorite pieces of Urdu poetry or shayaris, many of which formed the background score of my childhood that echoed with my mother’s favorite Jagjit Singh’s ghazals.
It is not everyday that you get an opportunity to showcase your writing on a platform that is working hard to give you the reach that all writers secretly desire. So thank you Blogchatter for that and may the force be with you as you continue waving that magic wand.
Since thinking and overthinking is a side product of being a writer, I have been reflecting what this experience has taught me (and since I love bullet points, I am going to present my scattered thoughts into a comprehensible list):
- I have definitely become less afraid to publish that post on my blog. Now my writing is ‘out there’ and even though I don’t have a huge audience (yet), it is still there for posterity and that does not scare me.
- This exercise has given me a teeny-tiny taste of what it means to be an ‘Author’ and that has shattered my proverbial rose glasses. I still have them mind you, but the rosiness is tinted with a healthy dose of pessimism and a respect for the craft.
- I am slowly coming to realize I can be a writer.
- I now know that I have no idea what my ‘unique voice’ is. I don’t know if I bring heart, soul, toes, feet, muscles, etc. into my writing. I don’t know if my writing ‘connects with the audience in unique and moving ways.’
- I hate marketing. Always have. Always will.
My entry into the Blogchatter eBook Carnival is simply called ‘Mayank.’ It is the story of a man who is going through a mid-life crisis. Read to find out how he battles his inner demons, as he tries to understand why the sea makes him feel empty.
My eBook can be downloaded for FREE here: Mayank – Suchita Agarwal
About Geethica’s Ebook: The whole book will be filled with dense fall of motivation. Come along and understand the different emotions and flavors of relationships in life.
“Namaste,” said Urmilla with her hands folded. She didn’t know what language to talk in, so she decided to go with Hindi. “Is Master Mei Ling still with you?”
The girl’s expression changed from polite indifference to shock. “I am sorry; who?”
“Master Mei Ling. My sister told me about him and how he was connected with this ashram. I wish to speak with him on an urgent matter.”
“Who is your sister?” the girl asked, narrowing her eyes.
Good news good news good news!
I am the pride owner of a brand new, fresh off the internet press Ebook! My very own…my own…my…precious.
It is a short story – don’t let the page count fool you; I was feeling extra so I reduced the page size – about rediscovering who you are and what it means to be happy. All this around the ever present sea.
To download for FREE click: Mayank – Suchita Agarwal
If my enthusiasm has moved you into downloading and further into actually reading, I’d love to know your thoughts and feedback.
As children who paint their parents to be bigger monsters than they are, my friends spent their teenage years not confiding in them all the crushes and supposed boyfriends that they had. They didn’t want to confide for fear of drama, anger, revocation of freedom, etc. Don’t judge them yet, they had their reasons at the time.
The morning breeze woke up Lola from her deep slumber. She was feeling incongruously safe and well-rested. When she turned to see what the gunslinger was up to, she wasn’t surprised to see him with his back to her, staring into the distance.
“What is it?” she asked, her voice coming out as a croak. She wasn’t used to so much dust.
“We will be in trouble soon,” he said nonchalantly, handing her a water skin to drink from.