How looks a tired writer?
December already, room ear-nipping cold, sun mild in the day, evenings pretty with mountains to the northwest and north, but the long range to the east, past Nagarkot, always smothered under dirty haze, thick, thick.
But, still, a few trips to the roof.
How wastes his time, the tired writer? Fantasizing about publication. So, he designs covers on MSPaint, reverting to the late 90s. For special effects? MSWord.
Hurriedly names book, sends to IDPS for 5 copies. Regrets it, but sees it makes other people happy. So he comes home and makes two more covers:
This one, Fog and Light, is thick, at around 450 pages, but it is of fluff, badly written film reviews (which are all on this blog, somewhere) and the early Kathmandu Post stuff, (also all here, somewhere, 2008 - 2009.
Now, from the roof:
Now the mountains, from the roof:
And now, for contrast, self-portrait of a happy writer, some 15 years the younger, with a fresh shave to celebrate a project (Screenplay for Kohi... Mero, I think), found somewhere on this blog:
