Writing 101 [10]: Let the scene write itself

The Yearly Book Fair

We all feel a sense of familiarity when we go back to a certain place/event we once visited – even if there is a change in the location, the theme, the timings and even if we get to see a difference in time and space and people. It feels as if we have yet again visited one of our childhood places (“nostalgic place”, really, as one year ago we would still have been adults :S )

Visiting the Sharjah International Book Fair with my sisters and cousin made me feel so. This was my second time visiting, and, the excitement I did not have earlier (because of my laziness), overtook me in such a way upon reaching that I couldn’t help but visit each and every stall with enthusiasm brimming on my face. I was about to touch and smell every book, run my fingers through all that was available; but then, I noticed the public.

There were five Halls in the Expo Center, where the book fair took place. Four Halls were reserved for Arab visitors and one Hall just like last year, was dedicated to multi-cultural readers.

I couldn’t help but notice the books that I wanted last year, were not available this time. There were many new faces covers, yet there were many other books that I had seen last year, the ones I did not want, but, they made me feel nostalgic.

That was the only downside about the book fair – not getting the books on my book list, but still being able to try out new books.

The ones I bought:

  • Artemis Fowl (and the arctic incident).
  • A Thousand Splendid Suns.

As soon as I bought these two, I had more in my line of sight, building up in my mental book list:

  • To kill a Mocking Bird.
  • Yes Please! (Amy Poehlar).
  • The Kite Runner.
  • Learning Kanji
  • Artemis Fowl parts 1,2,3,4,5,7 (if 7 has been released)

Those that I wanted:

  • Throne of Glass (Sarah J. Mass) triology
  • The Bastard of Istanbul
  • LOTR Triology

One of the books, which was not a novel, caught my eye. It was a coloring book for stress. For Adults, of course. A stolen sample from Google can be seen here:

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How I wish I could have bought it then and there! But I just weighed my options/time=no time.

This is where I am reminded of this quote (which, by the way, I understood around this year..)

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.

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My many incomplete love affair(s)

I have had so many things in life I have left incomplete that, if I one day sit to complete them all, I would need another lifetime.

My art work, my needle work, my neopets account, my assassin’s creed slots, Skyrim, learning to cook, my journal, tv shows, et cetera, et cetera.

Of all those things, one of my guilty pleasures that weighs down on all those things, is my inability to finish off the stories I started.

I read somewhere that a story left incomplete, is like an incomplete love affair.

Then damn. I have many love affairs now don’t I?

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Once at a Book Festival

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I have nothing to share atm. So, here is a picture of a Book Festival at Sharjah Expo I visited last year. I wanted “The Bastard of Istanbul” but already having bought 2 books with a limited budget, (Hush Hush and The Alchemist), I stole this moment of a wish instead. Annnd, the other books make it look really interesting, I am more than happy (again, atm) with this picture.

I wish when I have my own house, I build a library with un-arranged shelves and so much more! For now, my mini bookshelf has to bear with me… or the other way around, I think.

Nothing makes sense

Have you ever noticed, when you read and re read a word more than 5 or 6 times, it looses its meaning? For that certain moment (and this is a cliche sentence) you question its existence -why do those the words exist? That, say, for example, “quote” -why q-u-o-t-e is written in that way? Where does its meaning derive from? Then, your eyes begin to separate the “q” from the “u” and the “o” and “t” and “e”.

Its just this very thought and observation that makes me question not just these words or sentences, or pages books and novels – when I expand this thought to people, nature, places – the whole world, it doesn’t make sense to me in the same way as it does for words.

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