Of promises, trysts and writer’s block, free fall and twenty eight worksheets!

...I had made a promise to myself...and a tryst with my destiny to never write ever again... and have been living up to it for quite a few months now! and now..when times have changed (and I am six months older -read wiser), I see that breaking trysts with destiny is sometimes more gratifying than living up to it because it made sense at that point in time....

Having decided to begin writing all over again, I am faced with a overpowering sense of a writer's block. I have been contemplating where I should begin- whether I should begin writing about life or about work or politics or about love or about the politics of life, love and work- I am quite confused and always almost end up staring at a blank document for about 56 seconds (that's the average free time per day my job as a teacher gives me!) before I either fall asleep or have to move on to correcting a bunch of papers.

As I was sleepily wading my way through a sea of worksheets, I realised it was December already and Christmas was around the corner- It lit up my face and reminded me of how I love playing Santa to myself every Christmas (an annual narcissistic act I allow myself!) and here goes my run up to my Christmas present- my promise to write... write for the love of writing... to hinge off from the writer’s block and do the “free-fall” act!

So here goes... “iamthefireiamthelight version 2.0 “ whilst I jump back to my sea of worksheets, corrections and my promise to write, you can pump in ideas to fight my writer’s block....to convert my verbal diahorrea into a blogger's diahorrea....