The Writing Process Is Over

Allow your demons to escape. Which demons? Why should you allow them to escape?

Allow the demons of uncertainty to escape the barriers of professional mannerisms you have erected  and you think you will find yourself alone in an empty cage fighting two opposing lions anonymity and insanity.

Oversell and be labeled a prostitute intellectually, undersell and remain anonymous forever. Push yourself to near destructive limits to get the high needed for the writing process to begin shifting gears in your head.

Abuse alcohol, sex, intoxicants in whatever order of legality, morality or availability. Then recuperate and rehabilitate. Write while you recover. Let the demons escape and find that they were angels, one was named talent and the other was confidence

Burn out as you try to chase the high you got last time. This time try different methods to burn out. Your brain needs stimulants and your body needs nutrients. Try them all. Get various boring writing gigs to keep up with the bills while keeping the great Indie Novel buried deep within your heart.

Fight the penury of youth only to fight the decay of  aging while you grow older. Happy Writer? Well Paid Writer ? Oxymoron Writer is what you get. Count your words because you get paid by the words. Sometimes the stuff is not great but even Shakespeare was not the greatest playwright in every play is how you console. When the mood fails you, use cliches, analogies, examples discreetly knowing you are cheating but hoping you  don’t get caught.

Try and inflate your rates for writing indifferent stuff for mediocre journals with money and find that reality is a hard pavement for a drunken man’s jaw. Try and not write for a few days and find laziness makes your brain as fat as eating carbohydrates for your body.

Keep your ego higher than your writing rates but lower than the self estimate of actuality of your talent. Let not the indifference of your reality be the actuality of your laziness. A writer needs to write a few words every day just like a wrestler needs to do a certain amount of sit ups everyday. Allow caffeine to be the least expensive drug for your body.

In case of doubting your own talent, never ask your friends for their estimate of your writing talent. You either make them lie and that is a dangerous habit. Or you lose friends. A writer has few friends but his fingers and mind shall always stay. Socialize without losing your edge. Isolate yourself when it is time to write than network.

When all is done and written, it is time to read and edit. Bring back the demons. No one ever got published on the first draft. Scrutinize every word. Tweak, and ponder. Doubt is your friend when editing and your enemy when writing.

When everything is done, the writing is published, the cheque is in and the money has hit your account, then relax. The writing process is over.


Just stay happy

They told me something wrong with the boy’s personality

We don’t know what he won’t stay happy

Look at him he is so smart and doesn’t know he can be sexy

But you give him a break and he would still be a monkey

I go to bars to find my one true romance

Stalk online dating to get someone to dance

Estranged to my family Stranger to my son

You murmur self-pity But I have just begun

I play the Joker when I am not playing the clown

I am silently laughing when I am not trying to frown

They said manic depression is now called bipolarity

I may be poor but I could be as sick as Britney

I think I am ok but I should probably watch my wine

Drinking water always keeps a melancholic poet fine

To stay happy I must look to find the little joys

To say hey look I got another shining toy

Let us exaggerate the daily mundane superficiality

What is life but one more cliched journey

Man walks into a bar just to write some poetry

Someday they will catch the spy and hang him from the tree

For stealing tame horses and setting them free

We hang horse stealers here in our city

But relax you are still so young you got so much potentiality

Chill out have a beer and just stay happy



Welcome to America

Not like the brazen giant of  not bankrupt Greek fame,

With conquering limbs astride from Iraq to Afghanistan;

Here at our sea-washed, sunset Homeland Security gates shall stand

A mighty bureaucracy with a torch, whose flame

Is the predator drone, and her name

Mother of Dragons. From her beacon-hand

Glows world-wide surveillance ; her mild radar eyes command

The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

“Keep ancient lands of dictators supported by us, your storied pomp!” cries she

With silent lips. “Give me your skilled, your rich,

Your huddled masses yearning to have better income tax free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming ghetto shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden arches door!”


Or Them

I am in casino of poetry slot machines and some are playing blackjack

Children pretending to be adults and adults yearning to be child like

Spring is here so let’s bring out the silly sun tan lotion

Summer won’t be long but where are my mangoes when a man needs them the most

We have put a beast in civilized society

An eccentric adamant descendant of a Darwinian monkey

Hiding beneath his ugly mental scars with his smooth chiseled cheek bones

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The greatest science fiction story never told

I am afraid. I will not be able to finish this story. A bolt from the blue and whooh! The story is gone. However it may serve you well to learn what I have learnt. or atleast learn a part of it.

I am an archaeologist by training and by vocation. No, this is not Indian Jones redux. Nor is there any Lara Croft in it. This is plain old fashioned grunt work with digging of mud and taking a lot of notes. If I had known that archaeology was all about mud and paper, I may not have chosen it as a career as a young man. But boyhood dreams die hard and the young are impatient and restless. Steven Spielberg can be so convincing in his movies. Maybe I will die an Indiana Jones death if not an Indiana Jones life. But I digress. I have noticed I tend to do that a lot more recently.

This story is less about me than about something I found. I found a parchment while digging at a site in Jerusalem. Perhaps I should say the parchment found me. It was originally discovered by an Arab Shepherd on the hills in the villages near Jerusalem and was brought to the museum where I was visiting as a guest lecturer. Apparently it had been well hidden under a rock and a chest of iron- but a misfired rocket (Arab) or an errant mortar shell (Israeli) uncovered it. Great discoveries have been made by serendipity yet.

The parchment was in Latin, which was a bit unusual considering it was dated around the 1 st century. It seemed like an official report of something. But wait, I am skipping a few steps here. You see perhaps you should try and understand what a professional archaeologist like me does when he finds something or is brought some interesting data. We first check if it is real. The best way is to carbon date it. Even an old fake from the first millennium  is more valuable than a new genuine find from the third millennium.

Having verified that is neither fake nor junk, we take steps for preservation. It is essential we keep the evidence.

The translation was done by me personally. I like old languages a lot. This is what the parchment read.

In the month of Augustus in the year fifth of the reign of Emperor Nero, a memorandum from the Imperial Security Agency to the Senate sub committee of Intelligence

We had been tasked with verifying the origins and facts behind the rumors concerning the divinity of one Jesus, son of Joseph occupation carpenter,  crucified almost two hundred years for rumor mongering and disturbing the peace by order of  Prefect Pontius Pilate, garrison commander of Jerusalem. This is what we have found.

we have no evidence of holy spirit impregnating virgins in this country. we do have anecdotal tales of how pre-marriage sex and teenage pregnancies were common in pre-Roman Judea, and that the holy spirit was a convenient excuse for lack of contraception. In the case of Jesus, it seems that the rumors concerning his immaculate birth were less aimed at sanctifying  his mother, than for denying his family including descendants of his four brothers from any legal claim on properties built in his name.

By denying Joseph patrimony, his lineage is automatically cut from any divinity.

Most of this damage control or spinning is the written work of one Peter , an ex fisherman crucified by Roman Empire for treason against Caesar. Some supporting material has been found to be written by one Saul, a deserter from the Imperial Civil Services, who later went by the name of Paul.

The miracles of Jesus were found to be mostly magic tricks known to artisans employed by the then Roman Colosseum, but unknown to Judea. It may be possible that the carpenter picked them up from a travelling salesman. More difficult was to establish the written work called “New Testament” which claims Jesus was the Messiah of Jewish people. The writing is repetitive, and though edited repeatedly suffers from both contradictions as well as conflicting accounts. Obfuscating the language has not helped our interpretation. It is quite certain though that Jesus himself never wrote anything on paper. Nor were any on site scribes present for taking dictation in Aramic for his lectures , speeches and parables. He may have been a entertaining chap yet, but he was not a writer.

The turning of water into wine is a simple chemistry experiment, and the division of fish and loaves was done by over inflating the size of the crowd and hidden baskets. Walking on water- well the Dead Sea is easy to walk on- it is shallow and has a lot of salts. After that it was a simple substitution of facts from Dead Sea to the other Sea.

The parables and words attributed to Jesus are in fact sayings from Judeau spun into a narrative. Clearly Jesus could entertain the crowds.

His death , clearly a legal responsibility of the Roman Empire  is more disquieting than his birth. It was signed for by a Roman prefect, carried out by Roman troops and for Roman political objectives on keeping the population of Judea quiet. We have no found of his miraculous return after death though (after three days) which has been key to furthering the religion called Christianity.

It is our opinion that the returned Jesus was simply one of his brothers persuaded by Peter to play a role. That particular brother  later died mysteriously in a ship wreck when sent to one of the distant churches by Saul.

However given the rapid rise of Christianity, it is our considered opinion to distance the Roman State from any responsibility of his death ( or rise). Indeed his status as a martyr can be used or propaganda value to confuse and demotivate the population, which is restless post the recent battle of Masada.

Let us suppress facts to Jesus’s nature as a man, and use him as a tool to further the interests and goals of the empire, particularly in Byzantium . We can always blame the Jews for the death of Jesus.



First Analyst of the Roman Empire

Imperial Security Agency

Back to the present, I was troubled by what to report and not to report. This is what I wrote in my opinion note to the University.

This  document seemed genuine and yet an incredible find. We should have a press conference shortly to discuss its contents. It is the oldest science fiction story ever told. Now beat that Asimov!