The moving finger writes…*

I received a few fan mails 😉 on my first novel. Now, I know that I am not a great writer. I do not have the literary ammunition nor a stunning vocabulary. I love telling stories. That’s my only strength. And I love to write. I wrote this novel in 1999. It was a labour of love and being a fool that I am I sent it to Penguin books and was rejected. I tried to approach so many other publishers. None responded. No, it didn’t disappoint me and dissolve my faith. I just went ahead and created a website for my novel. And I keep getting e-mail every now and then. People from all over India. People that I have never seen. But the recent mail from one particular reader moved me. She made me realise that I had given up on my novel, instead of keeping at it and get it published.

Many Thanks to those kind souls who are sensitive enough to send a good thought, and a word of encouragement. The penguins of the publishing industry can go to hell. It is you that’s going to buy my book when I am published tomorrow. That counts. That’s swell!

*The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it

— Omar Khayyam