
Posts Tagged ‘writing’
I’m organising a dinner on Saturday 17th March in which I will read an excerpt from my novel in progress.
I’m very protective about sharing my writing in progress. Keywords: *in progress*. Anyone who has attempted to write anything will know how hard and arduous the first draft is and how unpolished it is that you don’t want to embarrass yourself by sharing with anyone until the novel is utterly complete and shining.
I’m putting myself and my work out there just to raise awareness of Restless Beings’ 100Kids Campaign, for which I am doing my sponsored 50k50day novel-writing challenge.
If you would like to come along, drop me an email sulthana@hijackmyheart.com before 4th March. The dinner will be at a restaurant in East London. It will be a casual affair, like friends going out for dinner.
Those of you who can’t make it, PLEASE DONATE here and help the amazing Restless Beings build a village for 100 street children to change their lives! Thank you.
To help myself get back to finishing my novel which I started for NaNoWriMo, I’ve made a challenge to write 50,000 words in 50 days (50k50day) starting today, Monday 6th February.
To help motivate me, I’ve decided to make this a sponsored challenge.
Please sponsor me e.g. £1 or 50p for every 1,000 words I write. The money will go towards the Restless Beings One Hundred Kids Campaign (www.onehundredkids.com) to help little ones have somewhere safe to live and flourish.
I’ve been feeling a little guilty for my lack of posts lately, though I’m sure it wasn’t noticed, except by myself.
I want to get back to writing here. Next month is going to be crazy though, as I’ve decided to attempt participating in NaNoWriMo. Attempt being the keyword.
Say hello if you’re participating too.

The above scribbled note to myself inspired the development of “Your Worldly Wisely Motherly Eyes“.
Some poems come fully formed, others need drastic editing and re-writing, but most for me are in between. Above is the drafting of I Am Not Islam.
I love using coloured pens. Often (and you will see as I share more pages of my notebooks) I will write only in colour without black or blue pens because I feel we tend to use them for official creativity-stifling papers, so do not want to use them where I have the freedom to choose otherwise.
The number of colours also shows how many times the poem has been edited on paper. Some need further editing once typed up, others are perfect after the coloured-pen-editing process.
Write something happy, you said.
I craft my pains.
Not to preserve sadness in words,
but to remove the stains
of the turmoil within; as my
external refrains
from displaying the aches of life
pulsing through my veins.







