Another Excerpt

Following is a fresh excerpt from the story I’m writing -

‘ Every movement captivates me. I hate not having words to say but I love the fact that she makes me speechless. I don’t think I could ever tire of her. She has all the qualities I’ve always looked for but never found. I wish I could work up the courage to tell her how I feel but the moment I see her, I lose all sense. All I want to do is hold her in my arms. I love waking up to her soft kisses on my ear. I love feeling the beat of her heart rise as the passion increases. ‘

I know the end of the paragraph sounds incomplete. I’m still in the process of finishing it. Also, I’ve decided that the protagonist will be a girl. This obviously means the protagonist is gay.

In other news, I’ll be out of town for 4 days. Going to give my culinary arts entrance exam. I’m leaving tomorrow i.e. 3rd and returning on the 6th. I have another culinary arts entrance exam on the 7th which also happens to be my best friend’s birthday. Haven’t yet decided what to give her. Ideas? (Not sure why anyone would give suggestions for the gift. She’s not all that nice after all.)

P.S. – As is obvious, I won’t be replying to comments between the 3rd and 6th.  However, do feel free to post your comments. And I apologize for the exceedingly polite language used in recent posts. Things will go back to normal soon.

Good Grief!

Another sleepless night. Another weird song/poem. This one is inspired by my writer’s block (read prev. post).  Anyway, here’s the stuff I wrote -

In love with a girl I’ve never known,

Captivated by a smile I’ve never seen,

Crazy over kisses I’ve never felt

Don’t know how it happened,

but fiction blurred with reality.

I ache to write about her,

but I can’t find the words to describe her.

Never thought I’d fall in love,

And yet, here I am,

irrevocably in love with someone who doesn’t exist.

Close my eyes in the dark of my room,

I can almost feel her lips on mine,

Shivers run down my spine.

Spend every moment tortured by a memory that never was.

How can it be I wonder -

How can a love so false feel so true?

That’s about it. Can’t believe I’m so hung up over this story. I’m not even writing about something I’ve gone through but I still feel connected to it.

P.S. – Let me clarify, I’m not love with some random girl in reality. Too lazy to love.

Writer’s Hell

I’m living in writer’s hell. Reached what seems to be an insurmountable obstacle. All day long I sit with a pen in my hand, trying to put words together. I’ve managed to jot down a few things.  In my heart I know that if I don’t write this story, I’ll never be able to forgive myself. Its a love story. Below is an excerpt of what I’ve written -

‘Loving her becomes harder everyday. She is my oxygen, the very essence of my life; and yet I mean nothing to her. She wakes up in the middle of the night, dresses up and then leaves. I tell myself to walk away while I still can. But then, I remember her smile, the way her lips moved against mine, and I freeze. I don’t know know whether I’m just in love with her or addicted to her. I don’t want her to be with me if she isn’t happy with me but I don’t want her to be happy with someone else either. I know its selfish but I want her in my life, I need her in my life.’

I wonder if what I’ve written is good or even decent. And since my readers seem to have abandoned me, I doubt I’ll ever know.

P.S.- Haven’t decided the sex of the narrator yet. Male or female – which is better?