I never try to think much about the money as when it comes in my mind then I find it hard to write any further. Something just kills off my creativity and I start behaving like an accountant so I have to keep my mind away from money.

I keep the thought of money away like other writers then write. In fact, when you think about writing a novel or an article for your blog then there is no point in thinking about anything else but when your mind gets the thoughts of money and as you know in the beginning there is hardly any money in this pursuit then writing becomes difficult.

But money is one subject which you have always in mind. After all you also have to foot the bill. The financial hot water is something that lets you in frustration when you find not enough money to foot the bills and things are piling up in future date even some important things like paying your editors, cover designers, proof readers and such people without whom you can’t come with your books.

Your book is not just your personal effort. It is a combined effort of good editing, proof reading, cover page design and many such important things and all needs the payment.

I have heard once that people good in intellectual areas often seemed bad in their financial affairs. It is probably the value of their own way of thinking and creativity that allows them to work with fresh ideas which may not necessarily be first appreciated by others who are paying for their time and work.

Indeed, in several occasions I have felt that things can be written better or if more time is given work can really be improved but the employers are not ready to wait. They are hungry and they want instant results right before them. Of course you are not satisfied but yes you are paid.

It is really a frustrating situation. Why do they not understand what you are trying to do? Their hurry is only spoiling the game but at the end of the day we writers also have to see how to pay our bills.

Some writers just leave the job as they want to give their best try so the result must be to their level of satisfaction. Indeed, once you have done something you must care for it like your own baby but small entrepreneurs are in real hurry and they are large in number and a rich source for your income. So work smart else financial problem will always be there.

Definitely, you will see more if you live longer but love for words makes life a struggle. Here are some reasons a writer’s life faces financial struggle, as:

Bad in math: Emotion is one subject that doesn’t go with right arithmetical formulas and with right profit and loss statements. Unfortunately writers are to deal most of time with the emotions of their characters and they often miss to be so self-centered in this world of hypocrites and con artists.

Good dreamer: Life of a writer is full of ups and down and there is something called one book wonder so writers pay all their attention in writing the best that can leverage their financial situation, so writer go on consuming to the last rattle of their picky box.

Writer works first and then depends on the honesty of the check giver: Most of the time writer’s sweat goes in-vain as many don’t like to be honest. Look at your media houses, print magazines and others: they proudly say we don’t pay writers or we pay them less.

Intellectuals always fail to be myopic: There are many ethos sounding words that are around the writers and their sensitive skin grabs them first but this world doesn’t run with ideology and ethos. World is upside down. A few people own values of words in the true sense. The majority are disgusting so writer suffers.

Writers are often self-employed: Self-employment is a good thing but being a  small unit sometimes it is hard to negotiate with the hiring agency as they show you small budget and there is high supply of writers who are ready to get the opportunity which badly affect the income. It is hard to have any insurance, retirement plans and even bank loans.

Writer soon gets bored: If not all then at least most writers get bored when they are talking about their financial situation as it directly affects their creativity. They are not the kind of people who can work just to add some penny in their money bag. They just enjoy their writing and so they accept only those works that really make them happy or give a space to show their creativity.

Writers can’t sit at home: A writer has to travel, visit new places, meet new people and try new things that cost them a lot. Many writers don’t sit in the corner of their home instead they go into a coffee shop to sit there and write so these further add expenses to their writing. They love to visit workshops and writer’s night at the local bar where liquors at overprized for the night but they still attain.

Taking experiences are in their blood so go everywhere and it all cost nothing is for free. So life of a writer is always having the hardship till one reaches the jackpot.

“Imagination is more important than knowledge.” and this quote is still true in case of a new emerging writers who don’t have a published track record to support their abilities and knowledge.

This world values you when you have walked the walk else needless to say none cares to look at you. In fact, it is the scenario at everywhere. Why would anyone like to show their trust in you till you have proven them anything?

Writing is a big work of your imagination and it is like a thin air moving from one place to another. None other can perceive what is in your mind, what you are capable of seeing and sensitive to feel. Your words give a structure to your imagination. This is all what a writer creates from his writing.

A writer creates a world in his mind and gradually he takes it all on the paper. He holds a figment of imagination for an endless hour with a hope that he can reproduce it in a bigger way for a wider readership. That is the toughest task but this is all about the writer’s challenge and his writing skills.

Skill never develops within a day. It takes years and may be one life is not enough to prove your ability of writing, (I am not trying to minimize the ability of a writer.)

Writing is a particular structure which a reader could see but when a writer is writing his intuitive brain is somewhere else connected with the other world and he is working in the physical world.

Knowledge about any particular object, place or experience can help his imagination but it plays a smaller role into his big imagination. In no way I am trying to say that personal experience is less important. I am only saying is that people have personal experiences but a writer goes above that, beyond that and summarizes his experience while connecting it with the wider world of his imagination where a bare crude reality meets an art and gives a shape and structure of a new world.

Both the writer and reader could feel and see this new world. Word after word a world is transferring from one brain to another and place, event and characters are making its presence in the mind and this beauty is nothing but a magic.

Writer’s imagination can transport you to his world and make you feel that you mind is full of his imagination. You are seeing exactly what he was seeing at the time of his writing.

The time capsule is somewhere nonexistent. A reader can be enjoying a writer’s imaginations right after two hundred years or even more. Age and time have gone by but the immortal works of writers like William Shakespeare, Milton, Dickens still have that capacity to connect and transport you as a reader into their time and make you follow their imaginative world.

Writing is all an art of a scientific work. Science is working with this possibility in the laboratory and writers are doing this in your mind. Transporting the mind into a new place is all what you see in the virtual world.

Writing is an art. Writers are artists and their craft of story-telling is the magic in believing in the world far away from your physical world. Writing is a game of transporting you mentally into a new world and at the same time you are physically frozen in an hour of your reading.

Love is something which is very rich in taste and writing about it is like dreaming which you can only see, feel and tell the world about it. Love has its own flowery language and reader gets a very special cosy feeling out of it.

Readers read it as if they are reading their own feelings and seeing their dreams from a dreamer’s eyes where every word is expressing the readers word. This mesmerizing display of emotion is what makes love the thing that connects the hearts.

If the lovers cry, the readers really bleed. A reader could feel the throbs of their heart as the closest possible sound. Their own heart could throb with the lovers and with the story.

Love is really a magic. It only happens. It is not created or made. Indeed readers sometime wish that one day they can also feel and experience the same intensity of love and happiness in the warmth touch of each other.

Love is not a touch. It traverses deeper. It is subtler and more fairy. It transports you to a new world. A world where you live for someone and someone has come there to love only you.

The prefect feeling makes someone grow deeper in love. Love starts with very simple note like a note of musical instrument and gradually it creates its own music, its springs are far more reaching and sweeter than one can imagine.

Love is a taste that dilutes in within and lives like a part of you. It makes life easier. It makes you feel comfortable in an isolated place where only you know you are not alone. Indeed you are not alone. You can’t afford to be alone. You are always with your love.

You are talking to her. You can feel her in the thin air. You see her in the darkest of time. She is with you, around you and deep within you.

Love is a crazy world, one can’t write anything, even a single word without being a crazy. A world of love invites you to be crazy and forget where you really live and how you live there. You live in a new world. A writer writes about a new world, with utmost new possibilities of experience.

Love is never like a sweet fairytale. It has its own agony and pathos and lover goes with that sphere of time where one bleeds for another and both crave to have a point of no return.

They need one sweet beginning. Their love just starts with simple heart throb and gradually it becomes one and there is actually one heart, one soul living in two bodies. Love is such a sweet recipe of emotion. One can taste it only and only if one surrenders before the love.

Writing about love is all about surrendering, about their feelings, incidences, throbs and admiration. It is all about the couple. It is all about the struggle and strength of their love for each other. It is heavenly. It is divine. It is pure earthy as living with all the intensity of passion and life.

Such sublimation is all what a writer writes and readers read. It is a very simple and at the same time very difficult. If a writer misses to word the observation with the right intensity of attachment then his piece of writing can be thrown from the paradise onto the earth. Readers will feel ribbed and not finely crowded.

Writing about love is all about writing from heart. Words are not coming from mind however they are only splashing from the stir at the heart. To touch and stir the heart there is no rule, no method, no plot – just a heart full of love and that creates all the magic.

Author is a person who is always busy and always working, no matter whether he is sitting to write or not.

Words are their treasures and imagination is the tool that goes deep into the treasure and brings the right words on their desktop or paper.

Their words are their real currency converter. The better they write the wider their reader’s reach. So they are careful and write wisely.

Words are precious. They carry the writer’s imagination. They create a world in the mind of the reader so creators have to be careful. One mistake and reader‘s imagination can be scattered. It is very important to give full attention while writing.

A writer has to undergo several unpleasant tasks. Sometime it is due to his lack of personal accuracy in that field or not backed by the interest in such things as cover design and print layout. But these are very important in order to push his sales.

A writer has to stand in the shoes of a publisher. He has to know his genre and his reader’s expectation. In order to match the expectation of his readers he has to work hard and can’t neglect anything or take it for granted.

Here comes the need of virtual assistant (VA).

VA’s are professionals in their respective areas and they help you in the most effective way and shoulder your things.

They help you to confine yourself to your writing part only and they can arrange for you the rest of the other things.

Nowadays book publishing industry has faced vast changes due to the technology changes.

Technology and high speed internet has really helped the authors to find cross border readership and personal branding in wider market.

This range of work definitely requires personal assistant who can help amateur writer as well as an established one.

It is always good for a writer to focus on writing and ask assistance for other works in order to maintain sanity in life.

Right from the idea level to the final shape of a book there are several works which author has to look after. It is really a good idea to hire a virtual assistant who looks after some non-writing tasks and helps you with their skillsets. That can save a lot of your precious time and mental energy.

He has to prioritize his to do list and from there he has to throw those works which he feels time consuming and tedious into others baskets. It helps in maintaining his sanity and meeting his deadlines.

The time now is favorable for new writers as they can self-publish. They really need to partner their works with a VA and act smart like a publisher and marketer too.

In the self-publishing world a writer has to take the burden to market himself. A virtual assistant can help to plan and execute a Virtual Book Tour, Book Signing, Blogs and podcast and much more.

Nowadays there are many specialized training courses in VA industry. Such courses give a lot of information which a VA is supposed to know while dealing with their clients. There is Virtual Author Assist (VAA) certification that enables a VA to assist a writer.

It is not very difficult and expensive to hire any good VA and get your work done with an ace.

I will not say that a writer should not undertake these tasks themselves but do they want to? Do they actually have the time or the headspace to undertake these tasks? They need to get on with their “day jobs”.

From my experience it is very hard to proofread and edit your own work and after the writing process is finished most of writers are happy to pass it onto someone else to complete the publishing process and look over their work with a fresh perspective. It saves a lot of time and mental energy of a writer.

I wake up lazy today, in fact a bit late too. In the morning I do nothing except for going for my walk. I like starting my day walking on the grass bare feet. My eyes are facing the grass however my mind is busy in planning the whole day. Sometimes I forget how long I walk and sometime I feel I return home early but this is how I start my day.

To be honest, I hate the idea of writing for free. I also have my bills to pay.  There is no point in working harder and be paid less or nil. It is the worst thing when people have money and don’t want to pay. Some pay half and hold on to the rest as if it is a tether to control you.

Such people have late night parties which are full of drinks and snacks followed by late midnight or early morning dinner which constitutes of several courses but they have no money to allow me to foot my bills on time. Such morning is very painful for me as a writer when my mind is thinking about the bills and I don’t want to start my day writing.

On such morning it is good to read aloud some poem I have in my inbox, read from my kindle or listen to any audio book. Today I started with my friends’ book. Indeed it has helped me to block out the world and the bad feelings running in my blood.

Soon I feel I am busy with her poetry that holds her loneliness, complains, wishes and sweet compelling mix of romance and seduction. She expresses her life in those lines and probably those are the only hours when she finds her soul.

Poetry allows even your deep-rooted emotions to flare up and let you flow with your emotions. Certainly it is a key to healing yourself. It cleanses your mind and transforms your writing. It connects you to the divine energy and gives you ways to unburden your soul.

A family incidence description suddenly moves my mind to my mother’s words spoken once while we were talking. She said that one of her relatives had a small casserole that had a small lead of steel that fell into the toilet sink. He threw the lead out of home.

Rationally it is metal. It can be cleaned and used again. So why did he throw it out? There must have been anger guiding him to throw it away. Indeed a sorrow too.

I think he threw it away because of another reason; that he did not want to remind himself that the lead was in the toilet. Memory plays a vital role in our day to day life.

My friend’s poetry has tinge of reactions as she saw her husband with a fallen woman on her bedsheets and she threw them both immediately out. In one moment her life changed forever. Her writing still carries the carcass of her romance and the tears of isolation.

Poetry has immense scope of expression of your deep-rooted feelings and gives new life to you and to every poetry lover.

There is always a buzzing noise in my mind and suddenly it all stops. I need time to re-assemble myself which takes place in my heart. There I need some poem to enter and help me to remake the fine balance in my life. I need a language to spell out my voices away from me, sometimes in hope, sometimes in distress and dismay.

At a time my mind is full of harvested memories of my life. I can see my hopes flying away into the thin air like some butterflies and from some hidden corner of my room with a feeble voice darkness starts to communicate with me.  My disturbed stories are again making their enemy-like shape. Indeed I feel weaker and weaker.

I feel to get a way to hide myself behind someone and my mind runs towards every probable hope and soon finds me alone. Darkness probably knows this weakness and it turns off the available lights of my room.

I, with my loneliness, get busy to talk and often in sleepless nights I struggle for long. Such nights are often the most fatigued and most havocked as they is not ready to pass.

A critical moment just enters within and it will remain long but it indeed spreads fast like cancer cells within mind while paralyzing my body and soul. Frozen cells of my body have no way of trying to retaliate.

I, in silence, wonder how to fumble out all that is frozen within and try to know from where it all begins. Is life inviting them or are they coming within with my normal breaths?

I need a pilgrimage, a strong shelter, a wide open space from where I can start afresh. I can think again and I can run with the full capacity and allow my paralyzed mind and soul to feel afresh and to think again with the new ray of hopes.

Life needs words. It needs voices familiar and known. It requires subjects to think well. It wishes some change. It needs dialogue against its monolog. It wants hope to be always live within.

Hope brings the light. It corners the darkness. It introduces to a new beginning. It brings new conciseness and new frame of mind. Mind needs an escape and needs poetry to begin again. Some poetry knows well how to carry and push away the weight from the soul and knows well how the soul have been suffering under its weight.

I need to know how to turn my weight into poetry. Sometime my heaviness ponders, sometimes my relief speaks, sometime I sit blank and risk on thought to wheel again within.

My poetry needs time to be read. It is always first read by me alone and then waits long in the pages of my diary. I write slowly. I write to tell myself that I am not alone. I write to talk with myself. I write to know why I am so alone. I write to know why someone who loved me is now no more with me. I question myself why things are changing and where it is all headed to.

I am not afraid to write it all and leave all on my pages. I am not afraid to ask but I do fear to live unanswered with the range of questions while seeing my darkness shaping into a monster and unfortunately without finding a heart to communicate.

Life without communication is a punishment. Poetry is a communication of my inner world with this world. It is an expression of my oneness and fragmented self. It is the only true state of my soul.

I write poetry so do you and this chain keeps on moving without us knowing who is paddling this all. Is there any divine power working on everything or is it just cries of a feeble soul who always gets invaded by the torturous slip of a moment?

No one has answered this question. Everyone lives with his hopes. Some believe some don’t but the emotions are always struggling: some rip off my heart and some sooth, some rejuvenate and some kill.

My line of poetry always asks within something the divine. Sometimes I write a love poem with some delicate thrill of excitement and sometimes some strange savage poem with pain in my heart. I feel poetry is all that is left within me and I can write till I am the last.

Poetry is often considered that it is not for everyone. It is hard to understand and difficult to write but truth is poetry is all about living a full life and expressing it all in brevity. It is an art of collecting all the data and coining the logic and finding the beauty even in the most difficult set of thoughts and comprehending the ideas to locate the poetic image at the most dislocated areas of life.

The purpose of life is not just to breath and work for living but to grow to a level to see the beauty in our day to day life and learn about the hidden facts of life. This learning may not necessarily be beautiful rather we can call it purely an ugly statement of life. But poetry is expressing and reproducing it in far better way that even the ugliest thoughts can be summed up and can be conveyed through the force of language.

Life often leaves many broken ends. They may not sum up it at once and its math can be understood only after a long in depth analysis made after passing several life’s experiences. Those experiences are the artifacts of life that formulate the proven facts that need to be passed from one generation to another in the form of an art.

Art is not necessarily made to be clearly understood as it assimilates years of experiences, metaphors which enables the art to be mysterious as well as most logical and simple.

Life is not often joining the dots of days and nights, hours and minutes. It is not an in depth record of selective events particularly happened to one life rather it is a complete voice of a generation. It incorporates the pleasure time of youth and nightmare of broken soul.

Poetry comprises of the facts which are in a way reproduced in the most filtered form with the best blend of imagination that gradually get its respective words in the passage of a poem. Here, life can seem to be magical and sweet but life is written with the most shuttle figment of reality. Indeed it is not really cared for by an ordinary mental class of people but the beauty is always there in their lives too.

Poetry enhances the beauty and churns out the ugliness present in your routine and mundane pass of life. It is an honest revelation of soul’s voice that has the divine energy where everything gets a touch of beauty, where our pain has some meaningful purpose of its existence.

Poetry forms a special language which simply grips your mind in the sound of a poetic expression, connotation and in the improvisation of the thoughts. Each line carries images and it carries the message that life is beautiful beyond our own measures.

Poetry is the sum of our experience observed by the left brain and the right brain. The creative impulse of the right brain comes out with the best of creativity, intuitive power and holistic pursuit.

Poetry is the supremely refined product of human consciousness. It is like joining hands and forming a group from the experience of yours and the world’s. This group is a riddle and life seems like a fact sheet and poetry seems like the entry of the moment that accounts for the more meaningful reality and human experience.

No wonder if someone complains that you don’t understand poetry. We are now living in an era where poetry is hard to understand but poetry carries feelings and people now feel without realizing it.

They are now standing before the ocean of things without knowing what is at the shore waiting for them. They are busy with ocean. They are hungry for luxury goods and not ready to pay attention to the delicacy of an emotion.

People have forgotten the language that carries emotions, that carries feelings of a simple day, that holds the simplicity of life. Life now starts with lights switched on and ends with lights switched off and between this nothing meaningful happens.

There is no beauty in a rain, in winter chill and in the summer sweat. They have trained their eyes to avoid all of these and think only some silly business of life where they find nothing at the end. Their life is actually missing poetry, simplicity of a day.

A simple day is one where two friends talk with their open heart, where two strangers meet and become friends, where children create noise and old people show anger, where couple tiffs over a cup of coffee, where day begins with a promise that it will unfold many new secrets.

There is a need to learn the unwritten message of our day and learn how one day passes by and another continues. Language of change is continuously singing around us and telling us about its presence.

Poetry is not an arrangement of words with rules of grammar, rhymes and rigid forms rather it is an agreement between moments with whom you have words in such a manner that connects you with your emotions.

Poetry is seeing how you like to describe your seeing. It is selecting the goodness in bad. It is seeing the hope in despair. It is in the innocent way of holding fingers of your parent, of a guardian angel who is guiding you to walk towards your unknown future. It is in seeing the fact which is dark like a dark closed room where it is hard to see yourself but easy to feel your presence.

Your presence is the magic. Your witnessing everything around you through the one point that matters the most – through the poetry of your life. Your impulse and throbbing is the sign that you live and you can say how beautiful you feel being alive.

We have made ourselves ghost before our final retiring into the coffin. We have stop feeling. seeing and speaking about our heart. We are designing ourselves in hate for poetry without realizing it is part of our heart.

Poetry is like a hope in the lounge of a green grass that wind is making dance. The finest blade of grass seems stronger than a steel sword and beautiful enough to traverse deep into the memories.

Life is just an unwritten poetry like any unsolved equation – you don’t need to think a lot rather scribe it with all your heart.