“..it’s really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course.”, thus spake Mr Ollivander, of the Rowling books fame. A self-confessed Potter fanatic, I admittedly, once upon a time, force-fit Potter ideas to every aspect of life (more often than not, a perfect fit, mind you!). But then, I thought I overgrew it.

Then there are the latter times, times like right now. With two swords of grievous deadlines hanging on my neck on the work side and one unavoidable engagement this weekend on the personal front, I should be busy as can be. I am. But then comes this thought, buzzing in my head, like nobody’s business. And I have to open yet another window apart from the 47 ppts and the 63 word docs I’m in the middle of anyway (yeah, got to admire the comp’s processing prowess!) and write it down.
True, an idea to write about an idea to write about is a sort of a recursive loop. But it’s a beautiful one at that – one I could never have managed after days of brain torturing. Its like the idea chooses to come to me and it can never be the other way round. That ever happened to you?
Never faced such a situation. I never work.
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:)How do you ever manage to get any creative non-work work done then? 😀
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My first time reading your blog. Don't think there's anything to debate about the "Whether I am any good at it" part :)Completely agree with your hypothesis as well.
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Hey Aswin! Thanks! And thanks! 🙂
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I cant leave so many things to fate, to say that the idea finds you. If you woolgather long enough, you will find the idea 🙂
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That works for me if I know what I'm looking for! N.A. in case of writing though… 😐
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