Starry Eyed Writer

That’s why I write, because life never works except in retrospect. And writing makes you look back. Because since you can’t control life, at least you can control your version.”

― Chuck Palahniuk, Stranger than Fiction

I would not call myself a writer. At least not a good one. For one I am too self-critical and second my grammar sucks. But what I do like is the process of putting words on paper. That's the only way I can make sense of life. 

Someone had once said that to be called a 'writer' all you need to do is write everyday. It doesn't have to be good. It doesn't even have to get published, you just have to write. And then you can call yourself a writer. That struck a chord and ever since I have been writing. Most days I pen my incomplete thoughts. Sometimes I write couplets. Before blogging, I used to write poetry. And when all else fails and I am drawing a blank - I take account of any conversation I have had with a friend or my husband. My goal is to not break my discipline of writing. Most days what I write is either repetitive or below average or both. But it is helluva cathartic and fulfilling. 

Moving on to the pictures ... There is nothing quite like a sunny autumn morning in the city. Even when I do not plan to take outfit pictures, I cannot resist but taken some pictures. These were taken last weekend right before brunch. I styled layer on layer on layer and kept it comfortable with tracks and cropped sweatshirt from Checka. 

  

Location - Washington D.C.

Sweatshirt - c/o Checka | Tracks | Boots | Jacket