The Dream Pedlar

tales for dreamers: the right hand for a lost glove

A lost glove is looking for just the right hand. Say what? Yours might be the perfect fit. But you won't know until you try it on.

Life, unadulterated

who is your 2 a.m. friend?

When trouble comes knocking on your door at 2 a.m., who will you call for help, darling?

Tales for Dreamers

tales for dreamers: in search of winter

You can always count on magic to coax anything - even erratic seasons - to do your bidding. But every magic brings with it unforeseen consequences ...

On Writing

lessons learnt from one year of being an author-entrepreneur

None of the things that have been swirling in my head these past several weeks seem to be able to convey that one essential thing this journey has so far been: a raw encounter with myself.

Tales for Dreamers

tales for dreamers: a precondition for playing in the dollhouse

There is a dollhouse. And I'd like one of you to come and play with me. Who will it be?

Life, unadulterated

when life gets in the way ... but of what?

The quality of your life is determined by who you are, not by what you accomplish. We are, after all, human beings, not human doings. ~ Nancy Daley

Life, unadulterated

when we feel we don't have the time to meditate

When my mind is not filled with garbage, it does incredible things. But when it gets sucked into a quagmire of thoughts and beliefs that don't serve me, then it is unable to function. It is entirely up to me to look after my mind.

Life, unadulterated

horoscope fun

A description of me: "If she is happiest in her own little imaginary world, she can be happy nowhere because she can never find her ideal world on the outside ..." ~ Cafe Astrology

On Writing

the discomfort in doing stuff that matters

Sometimes I write to escape who it is I am, only to discover that all those things I am running away from – that essence of me – has seeped into the story I'm writing. So there's no escape from me at all. I am with me, myself, everywhere I go. Whether I write or not.

On Writing

focussing on what matters

Google tells me there are 68 days left in 2021. Slightly less than ten weeks. What if I used this time to focus on the things that truly matter right now in my writing business?

Life, unadulterated

who do you become in your creative pursuit?

“It is not what we get, but who we become, what we contribute, that gives meaning to our lives.” - Tony Robbins

Book Launch

Hello, Dreamer! - Poems & Dreams

My new book is out! And it is also my first collection of poetry! Long-time followers of The Dream Pedlar may remember a #100dayproject I had embarked on several years ago. I had opted to write a poem a day, and the entire project took 155 days. At the time,

Life, unadulterated

avoiding pain

I have been trying to not do this. By 'this', I mean coming here at the end of the day for a 15-minute free-writing session. For the past hour or more, I've been sitting at my computer, wondering if I should resume this practice or not, and surfing the Internet,

Life, unadulterated

cruel summer

"... what I want also wants me, is looking for me and attracting me. There is a great secret in this for anyone who can grasp it." ~ Rumi

Tales for Dreamers

tales for dreamers: a fence of trees

You think at first it is only their leaves sussurating in the breeze. But then you stop and listen keenly, and you hear them deliver an incessant warning. Keepoutkeepoutkeepoutkeepoutkeepout … Why, you wonder. Unknown dangers lurk in these parts, they say, putting a pause in their susurration to let coherent words

Life, unadulterated

free-writing: under a cloud

The day passed under a cloud of general dread and anxiety, reflecting the monsoon-like rainfall we've had all day today. I don't feel like writing much, so I'll leave it at that for now. À demain! Image Attribution: Photo by Satyan Chawla on Unsplash

On Writing

free-writing: another distraction revealed

I have not yet been able to replicate Monday's magic so far this week. Tuesday was a very low-output day. Today was better, but nothing compared to Monday. I want to hit those high numbers repeatedly and consistently. I don't want it to be one day of magic followed by

Life, unadulterated

free-writing: an epic success

I almost forgot to show up here today, that's how far away from my computer I've been all day. After yesterday's epic success of a day in terms of word count, this morning I was all pepped up to keep the momentum going. And then, sweet, sweet D had a

Life, unadulterated

free-writing: a new kind of day

D went to summer camp today at his school. Three of his classmates turned up there, and along with teachers he already knew from when he attended school during the school year, he was at ease going in. I was determined to make use of this day to write. And

Life, unadulterated

free-writing: a day to forget

Today was the kind of day to be forgotten, to be erased from memory. Today was the kind of day I fear will linger on by way of the emotional scars it left behind. Today was the kind of day that rip-roared through our lives like a wildfire, the kind

On Writing

free-writing: on fear and falling behind

I woke up this morning at 2:30 A.M. and couldn't go to sleep after that. I tried to read as that usually gets me back into sleep mode but no such luck today. So I threw off the covers at close to 4 A.M. and came to

Life, unadulterated

free-writing: sleepless at 7

D has decided today to stay up until the clock turns 00:00. KrA is lying next to D, and at this rate the grown-up will fall asleep way before the little one does. Every day is a new adventure in this part of the world. And because yesterday was

Tales for Dreamers

tales for dreamers: story-walk

They will tell you to begin with the first board. But sometimes the boards change their minds after they’ve been planted and choose to rearrange themselves the way they think the story should unfold. Finding the first board then becomes the first hurdle. (Sometimes the boards shuffle themselves in

On Writing

free-writing: many thoughts, few words

A very short post today because I'm pretty sure I'd otherwise fall asleep right here, right now. I also don't mind keeping this short because I managed to do a few fiction writing sprints earlier in the day, along with playtime with D, running errands, doing chores around the home

Life, unadulterated

free-writing: knackered, and half a year gone by

It's almost 5 P.M. and I've only just switched on the computer for the day. Been completely knackered since morning, a result of yesterday's shot. Entirely expected. What I didn't expect was how much I'd sleep as a result. I was awake only at mealtimes, and fast asleep at