“Every fairytale needs a
good old-fashioned villain.” – Jim
Moriarty in Sherlock (The Reichenbach Fall)
Whether you were taught to fear the power of Sauron and his Ring, or
intimidated by Hannibal Lecter’s character, you can’t deny that the servants of
evil are the cornerstone of any story. It is a universally acknowledged truth
that poorly constructed villains fail to grip the reader’s attention. In this
post, I’d like to outline what every well-written antagonist must possess. Continue reading →
I spent a few good hours with my cute one-year-old cousin today, which inspired this post. It makes a lot of ridiculous assumptions such as babies having a very good vocabulary, but I hope you can find reason hidden somewhere among the words.
‘Put me down!’ I felt like screaming as I squirmed restlessly against the body of the stranger who picked me up unexpectedly, snatching me away from my mother. I looked at her in panic, but she was still smiling serenely, as if nothing was wrong. “I see that you have mother’s approval, strange man,” I tried to say, but it came out as a high pitched shriek and unintelligible syllables.
First off, I’ll confess that I haven’t put a lot of thought into this one. It’s just a list off the top of my head. The characters mentioned below are from books that I have loved reading, not from all the books that I have read. Secondly, I’m going to imagine an ideal world where it wouldn’t be weird to date some of them who are obviously a lot older than me. Let’s pretend they’re all 20 for the time being.
A glimpse into a typical day in the life of a writer.
She sits religiously down at her desk, staring at the laptop in front of her. Her fingers lightly skim over the keyboard as she pulls herself upright, mentally preparing herself for the words to flow through her. She glances at the clock and back at the monitor determinedly. The minutes pass by. Her hands stubbornly refuse to move. Her brain reflects the state of the blank screen before her. Her eyes wander, searching for the trigger that will get her creative juices flowing. Half an hour, the clock reminds her. She sighs and stretches, gazing dejectedly at the spectacular view outside her window. Her stomach growls. ‘Not now,’ she chides herself. Brushing off the thought of warm, comforting food in her belly, she schools her mind to concentrate on the task at hand. The seconds tick away. She can picture her inner muse refusing to cooperate, toying with her like a child playing hide and seek. Aggravated, she slams the lid of her laptop shut, a little more forcefully than she is supposed to. She walks away briskly, searching for a distraction. An alarm rings, signalling the end of an hour. “Great!” she exclaims, sarcastically, rushing back to turn the annoying sound off.
She finds herself deep in conversation with four people. She struggles to keep up with its ebb and flow as words come unbidden to her mind, pulling her attention away from the not-so-interesting anecdote of one of her friends. She makes no attempt to reign in her wandering thoughts. She feverishly wishes she were at her desk now, her laptop open, her hands typing away at a furious pace, struggling to match the speed of her inner writer. Reality becomes a blurry backdrop as the characters in her head spring to life. The protagonist hesitates, weighing his options. One wrong move and the world as he knows it will end. Reassuring himself that his decision is for the best, he strides forward-
Someone taps her lightly on her shoulder. Her companions are brought into sharp focus again and she snaps out of her trance. She offers a quick, apologetic smile as she rejoins the discussion.
Later in the day she faces the dreaded screen again, her head in her hands as she longs for the magic that had taken hold of her before to return.
Lying in the depths of WordPress, this blog has been screaming for attention ever since I created it. Sorry it took me so long. Finding the right words is hard. Finding inspiration to write them is harder. Finding time when the right words inspire me to type is the hardest. I’m sure you can relate.
So, what makes a great first post? I’m not sure I know, but I’ll venture a guess.
There’s a lot of advice out there to tell you how to get your blog off to perfect start. Tell your readers what to expect, they say. Keep it short, simple and to the point. I’m sure they mean well. That doesn’t mean I’m going to follow it.
A good first post, according to me, is something you can re-read a couple of years later and not feel ashamed of how it turned out. Of course there’s going to be a learning curve. Don’t be too harsh on yourself. Does it still suck? Then it’s definitely not a good first post.
Write about anything and everything. There’s no set rule. Spill the words that have been plaguing your mind ever since you thought of having a blog. It’s just another post. Don’t write something because it is expected of you. Write only what you want to.
A first post on first posts. Pretty clever, huh?
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