leena pendharkar

I used to me a really prolific writer.  I would pump out a new script every few months, and always have new pieces I was working on.  But then I made a feature film and had a kid, and have been horribly sleep deprived and mentally exhausted.  But recently, I’ve felt the tingle of ideas re surge and a new joy for writing again.  You see, for a long time, I was preoccupied with where my writing would take me, how I would get a job, when I would get an agent and blah, blah, blah.  But very recently, for the first time in my life, I’ve given myself the permission not to really give a fuck.  Yeah, it sounds pretty bad seeing as I’ve got a kid and bills and lots to worry about.  And maybe I should worry all the time.  Or maybe not.  Maybe I should just try to focus on what makes me happy and that will in the end take me some place I never even imagined.  Isn’t that the purpose of art, anyway?  So, I’ve started this new blog called, Experiments in Flash Fiction, dedicated to writing very, very short pieces on a weekly basis.  No, the pieces won’t be perfect, and they may not even be good…  But I am writing regularly and experimenting with my voice and style.  And honestly, I’m just having a good time….  Because I only need four hours of sleep a night anyway…..