Five days into the Other City, including three days of office, I don’t yet have an ID card but I have an official email address. I’ve updated my Facebook work info, been congratulated by people and asked the usual questions, so that’s all said and done.

I haven’t read a single word in a book ever since I landed up here. (The last book I was reading of my own free will was The Fountainhead on the train. It was a nice and luxurious journey, with plenty of time to read. I haven’t gone back to the book. This has nothing to do with my opinion of it.) This is in greater part because, instead, I’ve had to finely comb through about 20,000 words of a manuscript at work in the last three days. This is just as I had feared would happen.

I hope I can start reading again by the next week. I’m trying to pass off this turning-away as a temporary effect of the change in surroundings and routine. In the meantime, I have managed to watch one episode of Avatar: The Legend of Korra (the latest) and three episodes of Game of Thrones (not the latest). I wonder how long it will take me to get back to writing as well.

2 thoughts on “120”

  1. Writing is the first thing that suffers when one has work. I should know! On the other hand, I’m slowly scrambling back to writing by itsy-bitsy thoughts-I’ve-just-had posts, which required a radical redefinition of ‘writing’ on my part but which, nonetheless, helps. I hope, for my sake, you’d do the same :-)

  2. Aami ashchi. Moja hobe. When you’re not combing through manuscripts. And when I’m not combing through manuscripts.

Express. Engage. Etcetera.

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