The last few weeks, I’ve been focusing on producing talks instead of writing fiction and screenplays. There’s always a sense of failure with the latter. Does the proverbial tree make a sound if there’s no one there to witness it ? Likewise, is the story really a story of there’s no one there to listen to it or read it?

And yet, that’s what I aspire to do. Guess it’s time to shake off the rust and get busy again.

They aren’t going to edit themselves. And if no one reads them– so be it . It’s the creation that matters.