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Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Guest Post: Agony by Kshitij

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Set in a small county of Ireland, Agony depicts the struggle of Kewy, a young high school art teacher. Kewy find herself tormented by a series of haunted dreams, one connected to another. The dreams take her to a god forsaken place dwell with evil and are surrounded by death, fear and hopelessness. Even when she was awake, she hears strange voices and eerie knockings at her doorsteps. Things buried in her past, started communicating with her in the form of nightmares, sickening her soul and questioning her existence.
Kasper is a grocery boy who works at Finke’s- a popular shopping store in Louth. He has never seen anyone as mysterious and charming as Kewy. Einin is a catholic teen studying in Kewy’s art history class. She just needed a look on Kewy’s face to understand her agonies. Kasper and Einin, quickly become comfortable with Kewy and get involve in her problem, not knowing what they are getting into, not having the slightest idea that what waits for them in those dead woods. But as the three entered into Reinhardt County- the place from Kewy’s dream, they realize it was never about the fear and survival. The truth was earth shattering, but it becomes too late to get away from it...
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Delving into fiction...

While working on my debut novel ‘AGONY’, I was constantly under the influence of various literary works. As I shuffle the pages of few greats, I often thought what made these books stand apart from the rest. My book fever started with classics (Hound of Baskervilles and The Great Expectations are my favourites). Next, I turned to autobiographies (I loved the Magic Lantern by Ingmar Bergman) and then finally to contemporary works (I read almost every genre). In any case, fiction is all about getting inspired- from your life experiences or the books or people around you or maybe from an incident which has left a deep trench in your heart.

Well, the first job of an author is to plot a story, which is at least inspiring to her/him. And then to embellish the plot with believable characters and memorable places, so to keep the readers interested; something to which they can connect, and associate their own lives with. That’s the creative part of fiction.

Now comes the challenging part. I think fiction is more than just the power of imagination. It involves a lot of digging in. Researching on your subject to put the facts straight is a big deal. Toying around the secondary information- moulding and fitting it in accordance with your imagination so that it appears meaningful is a sort of achievement. Though, with an advent of fast growing internet world, this process has become both easy and confusing. EASY, since one can sit on web and experience the whole world and write about it, without travelling (Writers still travel by the way. John Green stayed two months in Amsterdam working for The Faults in Our Stars). CONFUSING because, there are just so much data and resources to get overwhelmed. Movies help, they sure did in my case. But reading books for writing one is an intrinsic process. It’s a no-brainer. And while you hover across the pages of various books, fictions or non-fictions, to generate your very own nifty manuscript, you may see a lot of work already been done. What I just wrote or planning to write might be written before in some year, in some language, at some place, by some likewise minds. So there’s always a kind of anxiety and excitement, while researching for the book. 

But that’s the beauty of fiction. No matter what, you can always create something- fresh, innovative and worth indulging. 


About the author:

KSHITIJ lives near New Delhi, India. He loves writing and reading fictions, particularly the ones that envision the dark corners of human mind. He loves travelling and exploring the cultures and people through the medium of reading, travelling and watching. He was born in 1986 in Agra.


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