The Chronicles of Niru

From my photo archive... London and the Thames. Life is a journey, and at this point I could use a multitude of other clichés, but I'll refrain. For at least the last 18 months I have been fulfilling a promise to myself, which was to write a minimum of 1000 words every week. The only exception to this is when I've been committed to editing work I'd already completed. I recently broke that promise, hence last week there was no blog post either... Yes, life is a journey and it also comes without a guarantee, anything can happen, at any time. Whilst I don't wish to explain myself further, it's suffice to say that sometimes you just have to let go, stop holding on so tight and just let things flow around you. It's pretty hard to be an obstacle in the water, whereas it's far easier to flow with the current when you need to. Since Dragon King and Olgrun were put on Amazon I've sold nothing, bar a few copies to friends. I'm a little disheartened that my wor

This week my wife and I managed a few days away in Dorset. One day was particularly overcast but nonetheless we decided to make the most of a poor weather situation and visit Abbotsbury Gardens on the south coast of the UK (close to a stretch of land called the Jurassic Coast). This was to be our second visit to Abbotsbury, I can highly recommend these sub-tropical gardens as a place for wellbeing, a good walk and somewhere to reflect on life and nature's beauty. The wonderful flowers, trees and ferns all got me thinking, about life and my novels... You see, as I've probably mentioned before, Dragon King was based on the premise of a universal consciousness, that out there somewhere is something we can't comprehend and yet it is a part of each and every one of us. Physicists today are toying with the idea that we live in a holographic universe and this, combined with Einstein's 'spooky action at a distance' and the famous double slit and Schrodinger's cat ex

This week it very nearly all went wrong. I hadn't done any writing and it was already Friday, life was getting in the way and my bucket of inspiration appeared to be empty. There was definitely a hole in my bucket... (I'll let you fill in the rest of that line, I know you want to, and by now it's probably developed into an ear worm, sorry). On Saturday I had lots to do, a wall to sand and paint, an important trip to a shop and of course it was all accompanied by the constant nagging at the back of my head, reminding me of how I was going to let myself down. It went on and on and had to be silenced, so... I gave in, I sat down and with next to nothing to go on, I began to type. It was just a thought, just a grain of an idea and before I knew it I'd achieved my minimum weekly target of 1000 words. Not only that but the story line fitted so neatly into last week's efforts it was seamless, as if it was always meant to be. So here I am on Sunday morning feeling huge reli