No love story here; no catchers and bananafish

Two writers, greats in their spheres of life, passed away this month. Eric Segal, the author who gave us 'Love Story', and JD Salinger, who introduced the world - and allegedly John Lennon's assassin - to an angst-ridden teenager, Holden Caulfield, in 'The Catcher in the Rye'.

One was a popular writer and artist; the other was a recluse. Wonder if they'll get together to write an epic in the other world they've gone to.

RIP, both of you.

A Little History

I'm three books old now. At least in my head. One of them was written 6-7 years ago, more than half-way actually. And then the hard disk on which all the 34 chapters resided, crashed, with only 3 more remaining to go.

35 chapters. All gone! I rewrote 8; the story has changed dramatically since the first draft. Right now, at age 32 running on 33, I'm still stuck with that story idea and another 2, but I must humbly admit that I'm still stuck with on that - story idea. 3 story ideas. Not a single chapter has been inked - or typed - even after having all these brilliant ideas about writing a novel.

The first book is set in the 1990s against the backdrop of a genocide, the second is set in history - way back in the BCs, and the third involves religious fundamentalism. So here I am, shallow as I can be in the diversity of story ideas and skillsets to pen a good novel.

I haven't given up though.