Prateek Joshi's Blog
September 28, 2020
Editing & Ambience
I compiled the book in a month after quitting my job as a doctor in the local medical college after some bad experiences. During this time, I enveloped myself in the ideas that lead to the poem-pieces. At the beginning of the editing process, I was unsure about how to go with it. I typed them, approximately 450, and decided to build a theme for each section of the book. It took a while before I set out breaking, piecing together, and arranging them. At first, I was confused about what to include in the book. The themes based on the mood draw me to write them down, and the phases were somewhat different nearly every month.
The palette varied, alternating between self-reflection and exuberance. It read great on Instagram (where I posted all the work and continue to do so), but they just could not be made into the book. The reason being their insufficiency to captivate me. I wrote a lot of it on a spree, quickly getting to 10 poems in two hours. The maximum stretch I made was around 15 poems in one sitting. I discarded many. They just could not be saved.
I sat on most times in a hotel and got some fantastic food and something to drink. I became a regular visitor, even going with an empty wallet and no card to pay for the snacks. The manager was helpful and also suggested the best of food on the menu.
While editing took its time, I was not visiting the hotel and did it in the comfort of home. Having quit my job, I was at complete rest to indulge in some writing. Initially, I was not convinced about the feasibility to self-publish, which I did eventually. I started copying the poems as a word document, beginning to realize that many poems would not last the heavy scrutiny.
The spectacle turned into a festival when I narrowed the manuscript down to around 200 poems. Since then, they have been erased from every social media and also my devices. What I found in them was an ugliness I no longer could deny. The rest, over the next few weeks, settled into what finally appears in the book.
The idea was never to talk about a story through poems, but it developed as I did the editing and saw a common thread piecing together the poem-pieces. If written to stage a story, the mind worked well enough to explore the psyche of a troubled man who journeys the depths of the mind. I worked with the book, keeping my head straight to carve out the deep and strange profundity in the experienPrateek Joshice.
Keeping the spirits alive, the 'moongazer' reaches for the stars and sees it all, behind his eyes.
I turned a blind gaze to what the 'moongazer' would become with his imagination pulling the strings of his life with a stiff upper lip.
The palette varied, alternating between self-reflection and exuberance. It read great on Instagram (where I posted all the work and continue to do so), but they just could not be made into the book. The reason being their insufficiency to captivate me. I wrote a lot of it on a spree, quickly getting to 10 poems in two hours. The maximum stretch I made was around 15 poems in one sitting. I discarded many. They just could not be saved.
I sat on most times in a hotel and got some fantastic food and something to drink. I became a regular visitor, even going with an empty wallet and no card to pay for the snacks. The manager was helpful and also suggested the best of food on the menu.
While editing took its time, I was not visiting the hotel and did it in the comfort of home. Having quit my job, I was at complete rest to indulge in some writing. Initially, I was not convinced about the feasibility to self-publish, which I did eventually. I started copying the poems as a word document, beginning to realize that many poems would not last the heavy scrutiny.
The spectacle turned into a festival when I narrowed the manuscript down to around 200 poems. Since then, they have been erased from every social media and also my devices. What I found in them was an ugliness I no longer could deny. The rest, over the next few weeks, settled into what finally appears in the book.
The idea was never to talk about a story through poems, but it developed as I did the editing and saw a common thread piecing together the poem-pieces. If written to stage a story, the mind worked well enough to explore the psyche of a troubled man who journeys the depths of the mind. I worked with the book, keeping my head straight to carve out the deep and strange profundity in the experienPrateek Joshice.
Keeping the spirits alive, the 'moongazer' reaches for the stars and sees it all, behind his eyes.
I turned a blind gaze to what the 'moongazer' would become with his imagination pulling the strings of his life with a stiff upper lip.
August 4, 2020
Introduction
Hello, people
I have recently released a book of short poems, titled, "Anatomy of a Self-Indulgent Moongazer." many thanks to those who have decided to read it. With much anticipation, the book was written, or edited even. The time it took from gathering the poems and fixing and fitting them to give the book a backstory was overwhelming.
It happened just after I had quit my job as a junior doctor in a medical college. The job indeed was helpful as it was during it that much of the content established. The job gave an ample amount of money to keep me on the move. I thoroughly enjoyed what I wrote, and the tradition of sitting in a restaurant while sipping refreshing beverages continued.
I wrote the poems with an excess of excitement, and a novice writer was behind the screen. These poems first published on Instagram, where only a handful of people were into them. Even then, I decided to keep writing anyway as the ideas kept flourishing. I must admit that initially, the book was not an idea I had. I was more inclined to full-fledged poems, which I was writing, and I am still under the process of editing them to create another book.
I decided to keep working on something substantial after I quit the job, and the idea that turned out in my head was getting these poems published. I had no idea when I started editing them that the process might take this while. I was in front of the screen for around a month, and every time I sat down with the manuscript, something else just needed to be corrected. The idea prospered, and I lead the poems into a better plane.
After a month of heavy work of 2-3 hours each day, almost, this book turned out. There were many changes. I had to re-write many things—much of the work I deleted. Seeing them again makes me feel inappropriate as to how I could even have written. But, of course, they were written while hopping on one idea to the next, and some were bound to be a burden.
I started with 450 poem-pieces and ended with 170. that is how much the work had to go under transformation, and finally, the book was published.
I hope you enjoy the book and relish in its meaning.
I have recently released a book of short poems, titled, "Anatomy of a Self-Indulgent Moongazer." many thanks to those who have decided to read it. With much anticipation, the book was written, or edited even. The time it took from gathering the poems and fixing and fitting them to give the book a backstory was overwhelming.
It happened just after I had quit my job as a junior doctor in a medical college. The job indeed was helpful as it was during it that much of the content established. The job gave an ample amount of money to keep me on the move. I thoroughly enjoyed what I wrote, and the tradition of sitting in a restaurant while sipping refreshing beverages continued.
I wrote the poems with an excess of excitement, and a novice writer was behind the screen. These poems first published on Instagram, where only a handful of people were into them. Even then, I decided to keep writing anyway as the ideas kept flourishing. I must admit that initially, the book was not an idea I had. I was more inclined to full-fledged poems, which I was writing, and I am still under the process of editing them to create another book.
I decided to keep working on something substantial after I quit the job, and the idea that turned out in my head was getting these poems published. I had no idea when I started editing them that the process might take this while. I was in front of the screen for around a month, and every time I sat down with the manuscript, something else just needed to be corrected. The idea prospered, and I lead the poems into a better plane.
After a month of heavy work of 2-3 hours each day, almost, this book turned out. There were many changes. I had to re-write many things—much of the work I deleted. Seeing them again makes me feel inappropriate as to how I could even have written. But, of course, they were written while hopping on one idea to the next, and some were bound to be a burden.
I started with 450 poem-pieces and ended with 170. that is how much the work had to go under transformation, and finally, the book was published.
I hope you enjoy the book and relish in its meaning.
