Guest Post

GUEST POST- Gun Control by Richard Rensberry

Time flies, doesn’t it. Well, this the 12th and the last guest post of the Guest Post program I started earlier this year. Next year, I won’t be conducting this ones a month activity. But if anyone is interested in writing as a Guest for Confessions of a Readaholic, drop an email.

Gun Control

by Richard Rensberry

The recent developments on the gun control front have me scratching my head.  Those who will be violent will be violent whether that have a gun or not.  Gun control is the wrong target when it comes to lessening acts of violence, it only serves to create its counterpart; unchallenged and unrestrained violence.  Just look at the unrestrained violence that happened recently in Paris as proof of the illegitimacy of gun control.

The byproduct of gun control is arms only being in the hands of the violent offensive front, be it criminals, terrorists, drug cartels, governments, you name it.  This end product is the complete opposite of what should be stressed.  What should be stressed is the ownership and skilled use of guns by responsible citizens who would then have the capability to curtail the the irresponsible governmental and criminal elements.  The bad guys will always retain or manufacture weapons no matter if all guns were labeled illegal and taken away from the general citizenry.   Continue reading “GUEST POST- Gun Control by Richard Rensberry”

Books, Guest Post

GUEST BLOG: Feed Your Brain by Janita Lawrence

Feed Your Brain

by Janita Lawrence

I want to stick a fork in my eye when people tell me they ‘love reading’ but just don’t have the time. Life is so bloody exciting with all this sitting at my desk and looking at the Facebook and the Twitter. I get it. Who has time for anything anymore?

I want to take you (firmly, but not unkindly) aside. Your brain is starving, I want to say.Your brain is like the carnivorous plant in the Little Shop of Horrors.

I know all that! I can hear you yelling from behind your smarty-pants handheld devices. I know it’s good for me but where do I find the TIME? Well, here are some lifestyle hacks that will up your reading consumption, which will in turn help me to keep my eyeballs intact.

You’re welcome.

Continue reading “GUEST BLOG: Feed Your Brain by Janita Lawrence”

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GUEST POST- A Little About Me by Susanne Leist

A Little about Me

by Susanne Leist

I was asked to contribute an article to a fellow author’s blog. At first I panicked. I didn’t know what to write about. I’m a listener. I listen to other people’s stories. I’m a good listener. I don’t like speaking about myself. Therefore, I don’t like to write about myself. But now that I’m a writer, I have to move into the spotlight.

I’ve done a few interviews on fellow authors’ blogs. Their questions helped to serve as guidelines. Now I have a blank page to deal with. Should I write about why I had decided to become a writer? I don’t think so. It has been done to death by writers. I believe I will write about what had inspired me to pursue my career in Finance. It wasn’t a ‘what’ but a ‘who;’ the person who I had looked up to and then had lost too early in life. This was my brother, Neil Leist.

Neil was the type of person who lit up a room when he entered it. He was 6’2”, but it wasn’t his height that drew others’ eyes. It was his dynamic personality and his intelligence. Those grey eyes mirrored his great intellect and capacity for greatness. He acted as my father when my father wasn’t home but working long days and nights driving a taxi. He took care of my blind mother until I was old enough to help out. He sheltered me as much as he could from life and responsibilities. He shouldered these burdens himself. Continue reading “GUEST POST- A Little About Me by Susanne Leist”

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GUEST POST: How Numbers Can Tell Stories by Aubrey Leaman

How Numbers Can Tell Stories

by Aubrey Leaman

So let’s talk about math! I know, I know…as readers we tend to hate math, right?  But Francie Nolan (from Betty Smith’s novel, “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn”) has a passion for both words and numbers and in fact combines the two in creative ways: 
“When Francie added a sum, she would fix a little story to go with the result…The figure 1 was a pretty baby girl just learning to walk, and easy to handle…Each single combination of numbers was a new set-up for the family and no two stories were ever the same.”  
When I read this passage (of which I’ve only quoted a small amount here), I was blown away by the wonder and magic of it all.  In effect, Francie is like a Victor Frankenstein who imbues life into the meaningless, dead conglomeration of body parts around him.  Now those numbers that were once “dead” are living and breathing people who have unique personalities and ways of life!
Then when she adds these numbers/people together, depending on what numbers she’s using and what number she ends up with, she imagines a story: “If the answer was 924, it meant that the little boy and girl were being minded by company while the rest of the family went out.”  The whole thing is a lot like the joke that asks why 6 is afraid of 7 (because 7 8 9)—but on steroids.  

Continue reading “GUEST POST: How Numbers Can Tell Stories by Aubrey Leaman”

Guest Post

GUEST BLOG- At Swim-Two-Birds by Emmie

At Swim-Two-Birds by Flann O’Brien

(post by Emmie)

How would it feel to be a literary character?

I’ll admit, At Swim-Two-Birds wasn’t an easy book to read. The first time I tried it I only got halfway before I gave up. I hardly understood a word of it. Nevertheless, I would like to argue that it is an amazing novel. It took me a very thorough second attempt (differently coloured pencils in hand) to unravel the ways in which this book plays with literary conventions, crosses intertextual boundaries and blurs different layers of reality.

At Swim-Two-Birds is a novel of many levels. It begins with an unnamed student who enjoys inventing stories. He creates the author Dermot Trellis. Trellis then starts writing a story of his own, for which he creates his main villain John Furriskey. Furriskey, however, also has a life outside of the story that Trellis writes. He lives in a cottage with the woman he loves and isn’t a villain at all. Trellis orders all of his characters to live with him in order to keep an eye on them, but they drug him so he falls asleep and they can do whatever they want. The story folds upon itself even further when one of the characters begins to write a story about Trellis… Continue reading “GUEST BLOG- At Swim-Two-Birds by Emmie”

Books, Guest Post

GUEST POST- How Reading Dissolves Reality and Reconstructs Structures by Snigdha Nautiyal

Distorted Dimensions and Warped Space: How Reading Dissolves Reality and Reconstructs Structures 

by Snigdha Nautiyal

It is strange really, how easy it is to write on my own blog and how nail-bitingly nerve-wracking to think of something good when you’re writing a guest post! This is my first and for weeks now I’ve had absolutely no idea how to capture the elusive bird of an idea that was floating around in my head. So I decided to just dive in and pretend I was talking to myself (that’s what bloggers do, anyway).

The world of fiction, with all its truths and untruths, appeals to something ethereal within us. It is hard to call the love of books anything else but a worship of the written world. Sometimes, I wonder why there is a power in the universe that urges me to pick up the stories of other people, most of whom never even existed, and to cry real tears for them! Something triggered a thought process inside my head, compelling me to think about how books shape the ways in which we see the world. This makes it important to pick up the right kind of books. Whatever we perceive of reality, is ultimately a story we are writing in our own head. That is a horrifying thought: our life could be a novel! And when someone else would read it, how would they see it? Continue reading “GUEST POST- How Reading Dissolves Reality and Reconstructs Structures by Snigdha Nautiyal”

Guest Post

GUEST POST- Mrs P’s Journey by Matthew Ruddle (A Book Review)

Book Review: Mrs P’s Journey

by Matthew Ruddle

IMG_9432Mrs P’s Journey by Sarah Hartley

Phyllis got lost in London. We’ve all been there. Lost in a big city, trying to find that little, hidden gem a friend told us about, going around in circles, walking down the wrong side street, and ending up in a dead-end. We retrace our steps, double-check the street names, and somehow, accidentally, find our destination. Finding your way around an American city, for example, isn’t too bad, due to the way the streets are set out in a systematic grid system, but in older European cities, like London, the streets are unpredictable and haphazard, with complete disregard for logic or common sense.

These days, help is readily at hand; we can check our phones, use sat nav, or click on a website and find the way to our destination in a matter of seconds. However, Phyllis Pearson didn’t have the technologies of today when she got lost in London in the 1930s. There wasn’t even a street map available to help her.

Phyllis, who? I hear you ask. Well, she had an unremarkable name, but lived an extraordinary life, and founded one of the UK’s most famous and recognizable brands. Continue reading “GUEST POST- Mrs P’s Journey by Matthew Ruddle (A Book Review)”

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GUEST POST- She Stands Aloof by Kendi Gloria

She Stands Aloof


She stands aloof, the sun is adamant on making her feel its presence. It is well past evening, yet it is still intent on piercing through the clouds with its ray and its optimism. Perhaps symbolic that she needs a little more optimism. It refuses to neither set nor leave the moon to its domain. She sees the train from far. It looks like a stream of water from the taps. Nay, water flowing from a dam. It dangles playfully on the railway line, making sounds that seem like mourning, for the weight it carries. It clunks and clatters, “ching”.  When the train finally stops, she is thankful to her gods because she now has a valid excuse to walk away from the stranger insisting on a small chitchat while moving towards her. His mouth stinks anyway. Every time he opens his mouth, she tilts her head only slightly to avoid the warm, moist stench hitting her nose. She had rather be alone.

It is only when she has sat down that she realizes she is worn. She feels vulnerable at the very thought of her journey’s final destination. She inhales a plunge of fresh air, shuts her eyes and imagines she is suffocating herself with the air kept bay by her tightly shut lips. What if she doesn’t let it out? Her throat begs for mercy and she wills herself to let the air out though reluctantly. She opens her eyes. The world is still in existence; for one second of guilt she allows herself to think she is better off gone than at her Aunt’s house again. The world would spin around the moon anyway. Or was it the sun? She cares less. She snaps out of it and focuses on the journey ahead. She is terrified, and she is sure her voice will tremble if she lets out a sound. She makes a resolution to be quiet the whole journey.  Continue reading “GUEST POST- She Stands Aloof by Kendi Gloria”

Guest Post

Guest Bloggers WANTED

Hi Guys,

How are y’all doing?

I am looking for five Guest Bloggers for the posting months June to October, one for every month. I have already hosted three guest bloggers this s year, and I feel connecting with fellow bloggers is working well for me. Here the bloggers and their blog posts:

Hán Ruì yà– Living in the Language Silently

AVINASH GUPTA– The Joy of Discovery

SHWATE TANEJA– Five Procrastinations of Writing

For Contact Details on the Guest Blogger Program see here.

Feel free to contact me.


Guest Post

GUEST POST- Five Procrastinations of Writing by Shweta Taneja

Five procrastinations in writing and how to strike them down


Writers are natural born procrastinators. We all know that feeling, the one which comes just before you actually start to write: Let me have another cup of tea, another day, another book, another little salty chip and then I will start. When I began my journalist career more than a decade ago, I was sure I couldn’t write an article. It took me five years of wanting to write fiction, a Master’s degree, two failed novels and millions of procrastinating moments to finally do something that all blogs, all writers keep suggesting: write. After a year of stalling, I started to write fiction and once I did, I couldn’t stop. In the last five years, I’ve written six books, four of which are published and two lie at various edit levels. The longest of this, my latest Cult of Chaos, touched 1,20,000 words at manuscript stage. Here I list down a few of these lovely time-sinks and how to get rid of them.

I tried yesterday, I couldn’t write a word. I have writer’s block.
No, you don’t. A writer’s block is a myth, created by star-struck media or lazy writers. There’s nothing like it out there. Yes, there would be some days when you stare at the screen, your hands spread over the keyboard and nothing sensible will come. When you know you have to delete every single word you’ve written. But it’s these ‘blocked’ days that will lead to a glorious day when your fingers are flying over the keys. The day you can’t write always leads to the day you do. Keep writing nonsense if you can’t make it sensible, but write. Start by putting one word after the other.

I can’t write in this noise
Have you seen a baby pop off into dreamland in the middle of a party? Become that. Let nothing physical—noises, voices, areas, homes, cafes or offices—take you away from your writing. Don’t think you can write only in certain conditions. You can write all the time, everywhere. All you need is discipline and focus. Try and write everywhere you go for a month. That’s all it takes to develop the habit.

I need a better grasp at language
I was convinced about this for the longest time (the time spend in thinking about writing and not writing itself). Then one day, when I voiced this to a friend of mine, she told me to consult a thesaurus or a dictionary. You are not writing grammar, you are writing stories. Concentrate on expression the story you’ve decided to tell, through the limited language you have in your grasp. Writing in a language, improves your skill in that language, your spelling, your grammar. You will see the difference yourself. Another way to improve in the language is to read other authors, see how they express things, how they use mere words to touch a core in you. Read and learn. Continue reading “GUEST POST- Five Procrastinations of Writing by Shweta Taneja”