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Archana Sarat commented on a post on Blogger.
Ah! Vanita, I can understand your predicament. To not write is never an option. Writing is a compulsion. :)

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My article on the Writersmelon today

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Flash Fiction: Saturday Shots
The #SaturdayShots for today:

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26th January - The Significance of the Day
In 1930, the first Independence Day was celebrated in India. The Indian National Congress had fixed the last Sunday of January, 1930 as the day of complete independence. The entire country celebrated the day with solemn gatherings and peaceful marches. From...

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Flash Fiction
Recently, I began the #SaturdayShots feature on my Author page on Facebook (Please do like the page to be updated www.facebook.com/archanasaratauthor ) and I love the response that it is gathering. Every Saturday, I share a flash fiction on the page and it ...

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Social Media Marketing for Authors: Lose your inhibitions, not your time
While Social Media can help an author connect with her new
and existing reader base, they can also convert into these vortexes that suck
away the precious time you could use to write and steal away your focus and
discipline. I went on a conscious campaign f...

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Procrastination - The Illness of Doing Things
While I had always imagined procrastination to an ailment wherein
you are not doing your work due to fear and laziness, I have come to realize
that I am struck by a different strain of this same disease. I do work – a lot
of work – just not the work I am su...

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Lost?
For the last day of Napowrimo, I wanted to share a poem very close to my heart. I had written this a few years back but I've reworked on this again before sharing it today.   HUSH! My
baby boy is asleep and I sadly creep to the mirror. Marriage makes your
h...

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Z: Zucchini
  “There is something I need to tell you. It is better we
speak about such things before the wedding,” Robert sounded so serious. “When I
was a kid, must be around 10 years of age, we had been to my father’s friend’s
house.” Cathy held her breath. She was s...
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