Tag: writing
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The Power of Music: How it moves me and fuels my writing

Music has a unique power that few other things in life possess. It can reach into our minds and emotions without warning, triggering feelings we didn’t even realize were waiting beneath the surface. A melody, a chord progression, or a single lyric can unlock memories, stir excitement, and awaken emotions that feel almost impossible to…
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What technology has done to modern writing: Good, Bad, or Both?

I am sure that a great deal has already been written about technology and its impact on writing. Yet this morning, as I sat staring at my unfinished, unedited manuscript, I found myself reflecting on how tools like Grammarly, or even something as basic as Microsoft Word, quietly help authors shape their stories. I also…
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The year in a nutshell: 2025

Pic source – Pixabay I have never been great with resolutions. I have never believed much in setting grand, sweeping goals at the start of the year. What I am good at, though, is tracking progress, examining what worked, understanding what didn’t, and making thoughtful plans to do better. Looking back, 2025 didn’t turn out…
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Is creativity a Gift or a Skill sharpened through practice?
Phrases like “gifted singer,” “gifted artist,” or “gifted storyteller” are often used to describe successful people—but I can’t help feeling that sometimes they serve as an excuse for those unwilling to put in the work, a way to mask the belief that talent is something you either have or don’t. These labels sound magical, almost…
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What do we really own as creative people?

Most of my recent articles have leaned into humour — because, frankly, humour is the only currency I seem to have in abundance while navigating the chaos of life. But today feels different. Today, I woke up with a heavy heart, the kind that sits on your chest like a stubborn tenant who refuses to…
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SORRY ABOUT THAT, EH?

Welcome to Canada, Please Mind Your Dreams… and yes, that pun was totally intended. Finding humour in every situation — no matter how disastrous — is something I learnt from my father. The man had zero control over his laughter. None. My mother still tells the story of how he once burst into uncontrollable giggles…



