Communications – Sanjay Sabarwal's Blog

I have been meaning to write. I mean it. I really did. If only somehow, I could have transcribed the words from my brain to the blog, life would be easy. No wait, on second thought. That’s probably not a good idea. I am coming to the end of a workday, and somehow it seemed fitting to close out the business hours with something on my personal to do list. Something that I can say I am truly passionate about. Before you say self-pity, I meant the new convictions in my life.

I recently turned 40, and let’s just say it hasn’t been easy to NOT feel sorry for myself. I want to read more, work out more, write more, travel more, do all the things I have been promising myself now since I was 18. Then it hits me. Why not start now? What is really stopping me? So here I go again (Sorry family and loved ones). Writing, that is. But there will be a change. That much I promise you. I am going back to my roots (no I am not going to write in Punjabi). I will become a columnist. What will I write about, you ask? (at least, I hope your asking) The life around me, my new passions, things that piss me off. Perhaps it will be much ado about nothing, but I will be writing, moving the fingers across the keyboard, keeping the writer in me on life support, because I know HE is dying.

So here goes to the new me. Wish me luck!

Writing (And Blogging) Takes Courage (randomwaxing.wordpress.com)

It took me quite a while to start writing today namely because my eyes kept wandering over to other sites (flickr/install new mac updates/Mac App stores) and thoughts (I really need to finish watching the Justice League of America Season 2/I need to get a physical/why isn’t my Apple TV synching to the Macbook). It was as I was starved for intellectual stimulation or perhaps because I knew I was already behind on my post a day self-promise. Yet somehow, it does not sting as much as I thought because I an constantly thinking of writing. However, there is the 900 pound gorilla in the room: what to write about. As much as blogging is satisfying in that I get to vent, I know I haven’t gotten to the real task: to writing original content. That’s a new problem because in high school, I stumbled onto short story writing, at UCLA personal columns, and now blogging. It appears I cannot write unless there is a significant part of me invested into the words, and that’s a bit scary and troubling at the same time because I truly believe if you are a writer, you should be able to write in just about any genre and so with that in mind I am going to attempt to write my first short story in years.

I haven’t decided if I am going to post as I write or when it’ complete, but I know the progress will be noted in my writer’s group (the first such group I ever have joined), and perhaps as a testament to the seriousness of my writing when I start my Writer’s Studio seminar at UCLA. Either way, I know I need to do more than just whine on here or talk about her friends or my feelings. I need to produce so I can finally make the transition from would be writer to actually being one.