Once again, back in the seat

It's been nearly two months since I last posted something. It's been a few weeks of writer's block. I tried to write--first for my magazine, then for a website I'm planning to set up, then for the blog--but not a word came out. I met Geroge Foreman, but couldn't write the story. I met a promising young athletic who dreams and trains to become a top-class athlete. Till now, not a word of him has come out of me.
Been invted to many events, and the World Cup is in and India are out. Still the drought continues.

I have left my manuscript untouched for two months, which is a crime for an aspiring writer. My protagonist has gone out of my bosom.

Today I am sitting before my system to type out these words, hoping this is it--the connection that I need to take off again.

To those who read me, let me tell you, there is a brilliant writer who is unpubished but is better than many of the published Indo-Anglian writers. He is my cousin, Anees Salim. Wait for his masterpiece. I have had the privilege of being the very first person to read his manuscript fresh from his creative zone. It is my prayer that either an agent or a publisher is imaginative enough to try him out.

The feeble winter here is giving way to acrimonious summer. The heat is on! Let's see how far it inspires us to write.