Bidding Adieu!

 

“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet"

When I first started a blog, my goal was to share: share my thoughts about my debut book, share excerpts, entice readers to take a peek into the book and come back to tell me what they thought about it; share my baby with the world like a proud young mother.

After a lot of deliberation, I named it after the first story in the book- Fly on the Wall. And then because there were twelve other stories, I decided to call it Fly on the Wall & Other Stories. That was simple and easy. Surprisingly, the name was also available and thus, was born my blog by this name.

It helped that there were other interpretations to the name that added to its mystique. Every writer, somewhere, is a fly, sitting on the wall, the furniture, your shoulder, silently observing what people say, do or sometimes think. The writer has access to the inner most happenings and developments because he/ she has the chameleon like capacity to remain unobserved herself.

Many fellow writers agreed with my take on the much-hated fly. You could observe and write at will, but a crushing blow from your audience (the readers here!) and you were history. Or Flystory. A lot of readers also reached out to me saying they liked the title as it reminded them that as readers, they were silent observers too; partaking of other’s lives quietly and unobtrusively.  

Since 2013, when I first started the blog, it has come a long way. It is an outlet for me to write about something that concerns me deeply, though I have restricted my self to the field of literature. To go back and write my blog was one of the most relaxing and comforting feelings.

Thus, when I launched my second book- The Awasthis of Aamnagri, I was in a quandry. Should I start a new blog for this book? I did not want to as I loved my current blog. The only alternative was to modify the name. and that is when it struck me how attached one can become to inanimate, irrelevant things such as the name of the blog. It might sound silly, but the day I changed its name to reflect my identity as an author and not my debut book, was an emotional one. I don’t think most readers would notice or realise the change but I KNEW and it mattered to me.

So here is my ode to my debut book that has given me so much- my blog, my identity as an author, my passion of writing and so many more emotions that cannot be expressed here.

The Fly on the Wall has moved on. To make space for her newer sibling.

The fly on the wall has arrived.