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I’m thoroughly enjoying my downtime. The only thing that’s playing spoilsport at the moment is the weather. The heat and the humidity means I get to town a lot less often that I’d wish to. I’d promised myself that once I finished I’d make a trip to Café Mondegar, Café Leopold and an old favourite, Churchgate Stores (non-air conditioned but the last time I went around, beer-on-the-tap was priced at a ridiculously low price of 35 bucks a glass) and drink myself silly every day. Strand book store and Bombay Stores also found a mention in the to-do list, although I’m not sure whether it was pre or post the drinking. Definitely pre, I’m thinking. But so far I’ve done this only once in three weeks.

But I’ve also realized one thing. Everything people say about writers/writing is not necessarily true. For instance, I’ve discovered that I don’t have to write every single day. I’m quite happy picking up the comp just to surf silly videos all day long. I don’t feel guilty if I don’t so much as open the word processor even once during the day. So what’s the distinction between a writer and a prevaricator? I guess the difference is knowing the difference between a holiday and procrastination.

Of course, I could get to my comp immediately. I already have a story ready for telling. But I try and desist from sticking to a formula. I like to imbue my novels with quirky characters and atmosphere. This means I need my jar of creative juice fully replenished. Meanwhile, I’m content to let the ideas ferment.

On the subject of authors of prodigious output, here’s an interesting article.

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Okay, I’ve been horribly lax as far as updating the blog is concerned. I’d figured that once I’d put the second book to rest, I’d have more time for the blog. But time is one thing and creative thought, quite another. I guess my book took more out of me than I suspected. Plus, the oppressive heat (37 degrees C + 90 % relative humidity. Don’t we just luuurrrrvvvv Bombay in April-May and September-October) is taking its toll. I’m creatively and physically dehydrated.

In fact, I haven’t even begun work on the Kkrishnaa sequel. I’d vowed to myself that I would not make the mistake I made the last time around and start on the next book straight away.

It’s not just the writing process that’s suffering. My social life, too, has gone for a toss. Earlier I avoided meeting friends as I had a deadline to meet. And now that I have some free time, it’s just too muggy to step out at any time of the day or evening. I could take my car but looking for parking always stresses me out and, in spite of the pleasant 22 degree inside, my clothes get soaking wet. It’s so humid that yesterday I had a fainting spell at the running track. And that was before I started running!

It’s so humid that when I step out of the shower I don’t know if it’s water I’m toweling off or perspiration.

Enough Jay Lenoish whines about the weather. One week. That’s the latitude I’ve allowed myself. Then it’s back to the drawing board for the Kkrishnaa sequel or else I’ll never be able to finish by August end which is the deadline I’ve set for it. The good thing is I already have the plot in mind. It’s really funny and thrilling and once I get down to it, I’m sure the excitement will carry me along quite nicely.

Meanwhile, I’ve been vegetating in front of the TV. And since tennis is over for the moment (Monte Carlo Rolex Masters. Vamos Rafa!), I’m glued to the election specials. I’m proud to say that I am a veritable encyclopedia of useless facts and candidate trivia. In fact, it’s a pity I know sooo much and still have just the one vote. Or maybe that one vote is one too many.

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