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Dreams that keep me awake through the day - 2

Two day weekends had become inadequate. And then I run into a one day weekend. I cannot recall the day when weekends moved on from being a break to follow your passion to a basic recharge which was not enough to get you through the week. The day when my day job had killed my dreams.

It did not happen in a day, it was a slow painful death. There was a time when writing a few pages used to get me recharged and add a spring to my step that lasted the day. Days when I used to write were far and few in between, similar to the posts that I have made in this blog.

I needed the safety net. I needed to pacify my misplaced ego. In simpler words, I was addicted to my monthly payslip, and the annual hike. It was no different from the bonded labour, humanity had broken free from. The only happy moment I now feel was when I sat slouched in front of the television and saw a good movie start immediately after the previous one got over.

I want to wake up again to the dream of writing. My last years new year resolution was to “Start writing to a plan”. Though the resolution met with limited success, find below two key points from a writer to another. 

1. NaNoWriMo: National Novel Writing Month is an annual, Internet-based creative writing project that takes place during the month of November.

2. Alphasmart Neo (for first drafts) and a Microsoft ergonomic keyboard 4000 (redrafts require a laptop) have been two critical tools
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