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At the risk of sounding repetitive as a parrot, what I really need in my writing arsenal is a recordist of some kind that will capture the alluring waterfall of my thoughts, in its utmost natural flow, in some physical space. Because the minute I sit to write my thoughts down, the water from the waterfall either muddies up or dries up.

I moved into a new apartment and borrowed the erstwhile tenant's sewing needle. A couple of them actually. And fabulous needles they are. I have done a large part of my hand quilting with said needles. The needles have achieved their purpose of a countless pokes into cloth. For some reason, this thought fascinates me. A simple, humble, thin, abandoned needle has quietly achieved its life purpose.

The best favor you could do to your writing self is to be just you. Doesn't matter if you are boring, inarticulate, and/or have nothing interesting to say. What matters is having your own voice. Croak hoarsely or speak with a lilt, but never mimic another's voice. That is only good for mimicry artists, not for someone who wishes to write. Well, let's get honest here. It is not good for someone who wishes their writing to make a mark in this world that has not read anything of the like before.

Lost my mother in law recently. Death is cruelly final and it takes special joy in making you realize just how much you loved the person and that person is not yours anymore, it is theirs.

When I hand quilt small scraps of cloth, I feel like a millionaire at heart. These scraps teach you so much. How to aesthetically match colors and patterns, how to adjust with uneven sized scraps, how to simply make art out of leftovers. And even if you do not put your aesthetic cap on, the final pastiche still ends up looking good. A causal perusal of most of my quilts has made me feel some things could have been done differently, but never did I feel that it’s gone horribly wrong. Even an ostensibly horrid quilt grows on you. I have decided I am going to look at people as quilts - a pastiche of mismatched and less optimal qualities but all good in the end.

As I am writing this piece, I had this epiphany that writing is a very personal thing. Rather, the technique you adopt to write is a very personal thing. For example, for me, when I feel intensely, the content flows out better and I do not despise my writing later because there is an honesty to it. It also unfailingly has resonance with readers. So, I feel, step back in my mind to study how I feel, and then put it down on paper in simple, feeling, non-grammatical language. Yes, repeats and broken sentences express way better. The rules of grammar render prose perfect but sometimes cold and sterile.

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