Writers Club 🦋

Hello there writers!

I’ve been receiving a lot of queries about the group that I’ve created on Facebook for writers to interact and network with others. So, here’s a little information for you all. 🙂

If you are looking for a one-stop platform to share your write-ups, receive honest feedback, engage in lots of healthy discussions, meet fellow writers & learn quality tips & suggestions that would help you grow, The MSW Writers Club is your place.

It is a group created for all the writers out there who want to grow and learn more about writing, blogging, poetry, storytelling & so on.

PS: I let writers post their writeups on the wall for feedbacks, and I conduct writing contests every week in addition to daily discussions 🙂

I believe that we all have something to teach and I’m using this platform for you to get the support that you deserve. I’m sure you don’t want to miss out on learning some amazing things and networking with real-time writers who would help you in your growth.

What can you expect from this group?

• Daily discussions & interactions
• Active engagement and networking
• Constructive feedbacks & honest opinions
• More exposure in the writers’ world
• Editing and writing tips from me and other writers
• Personal Development & lots of learning

Only topics Discussed in the group :

• Poetry, Writing & Blogging
• Self-love, Growth & Strength
• Self-help books & Quotes
• Mindset & Relationship Building
• Personal Development

PS: This is a positive group so all I ask from you is to be kind & generous while dealing with others. 🌸

So, are you ready to grow?

Join the club today to learn the weekly agenda.

Looking forward to connecting with you. 🙂

Scribble.

Tripping soul.

Unsaid words.

Some battles fought;

Survived and lost.

Unexplained rage.

Tears streaming down the face.

Some memories shared.

Some nightmares feared.

Scattered thoughts.

Some questions raised.

Few answers sought.

Some love gained.

Some broken promises.

Some efforts went all in vain.

Thousand wounds.

A million emotions.

Some stories made.

Scribbled randomly

Just on a blank page.

Words.

Originally posted on Jan 15, 2020.

I thought, you might want to read this as I’ve been talking with writers who are feeling the same way like I did when I wrote this.

A day of bad writing is always better than a day of no writing. – Don Roff

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This was one of the highly inspirational quotes about overcoming writer’s block that I came across while searching for a push for me to write. It’s been quite a long time that I haven’t written something worth reading.

As a matter of fact, the ‘Add Title‘ block is staring at me with a ridiculous smile, mocking me for my unawareness about the subject I’m trying to write about. But for now, let’s not think about a topic, and just focus on letting out some emotions.

Over time, constantly blaming my schedule for being unable to write had become my favourite excuse for getting out of ‘please write more’ requests. Maybe because I could say it, hoping no one would judge me for my inability to scribble.

After all, opting disguise over ranting has always been my motto in life.

I would, like anyone else, act as if everything was fine even when it wasn’t. All the pretentious smiles when the heart kept bleeding inside.

I wonder who taught us to fake our feelings when we could just be real and make our life as simple as it could be. But who am I to complain? I’m one of the culprits too.

I remember strolling on the terrace back home, believing life was beautiful.

Merely looking at the stars, admiring the moon and feeling the cold breeze was my pure delight.

I was smitten by the view of evenings turning into night, the raindrops escaping the overcast sky, and the warmth of the sun rays falling on my face in winters. That’s what peace was for me.

I was an unconfined early morning bird which kept chirping irrespective of the number of people listening.

I was least bothered by what words I used and which feelings I expressed.

But now, I see people building up their expectations about me and my writing. They tell me to showcase the so-called “talent” that I have.

But how will they know that it’s not a talent? It’s not a power. It’s just pure love. And we don’t brag about love.

We can only feel it. And if you can feel the power of words, then you possess a talent worth sharing.

The life that I am living right now is no less than a luxury. No no.. not what you think. No big bungalow, black Maserati, or diamond rings. I don’t need materialistic things to make my life complete, of course. I’m royal in my own way.

I’m royal in the writers’ world.

Having millions of thoughts, thousands of words, hundreds of stories, and a truckload of feelings are my treasured possession.

Then, why would I surf the internet for motivation to write?

Well! I don’t need a reason to write for myself but the will to pen down words publicly.

Anyway, I found a way to cope up with this –

Keep Writing, No Matter What.

I’ve always had my doubts about posting my work because I used to think that nobody can understand me.

But then, I found a soul mate who continuously motivated me to write and became a reason for my immense love for words; my human diary.

However, I’ll talk about that person some other day. And for today, I conclude my ‘bad writing’ with a quote that I hope we all can live by.

A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word on paper. – E. B. White

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Have you ever wondered, if you had never written that first phrase of your poetry or the first sentence of your blog, how would your life have been right now?

Just a random human with built up emotions, unable to unload the sentiments because no one really cared enough to bother themselves to ask.

So, you penned down all the suffering, pain, love, complaints, everything you felt, because you started believing that venting in front of your ‘notes’ is way better than your own people.

How weird is this? People claim to love you and still fail to understand your insecurities. Instead of supporting you to feel more, they forbid you to feel anything at all. Because they think, you are overreacting or overthinking. Rude, isn’t it?

I remember the first time I wrote. I was 15. Even though it was just some random rhymes of a song that I got inspiration from listening to ‘Love Story’ by Taylor Swift, I received appreciation in an abundance from my family. It felt amazing, not because I had written something, but because I had my family to back me up. But it was a mere replication of something huge. So, I didn’t bother much and let it go.

Few years later, when I was a teenager, I felt so many emotions at once that I was scared of being lost in the depths of unwelcoming exposures of life. There was so much going on, like it would for anybody.

Through all that, I had my best friend. For 15 long years, she supported me at each step of my life. She scolded me when I was wrong. She would question my intentions for doing something that she wasn’t convinced for. She loved me, like no one ever would, selflessly.

I’ll forever be grateful for the love she has showered upon me, for I might have lost her to Cancer a few months back, but I think of her, every-single-day. I talk to her in my head when I’m confused, frustrated, happy, sad, funny, loving, or anything.

If you’ve read my blog Words, you would know that I talked about her, my soulmate. She made me believe I could write. When I heard about her demise, all I could think of was the lessons she taught me. She always believed in my potential, but my setbacks on writing would make her conscious.

So, one thing she asked me not to give up was – writing.

And this time, I won’t. I promise.

If I hadn’t started writing, if I hadn’t felt the pain to express myself, I would have never been able to know how beautiful I felt when I got praised for my words. And I’m thankful to her, for making me feel this magnificent feeling.

Someone admiring you solely for your thoughts, your words is such a rare occasion. Trust me, this is one of the most wonderful feelings one can feel, because of writing.

So, if you ever decide to give up, or feel you’re not meant to write, please think about why you started writing. Think about the pleasure and solace that writing provides you and your heart. Think about people who love reading your work to know you more.

They believe you are unique for what you are and what you feel.

Don’t let them down.

Keep scribbling.