My Soliloquy

A blog is like a soliloquy - an actor speaks on stage. The audience listens. I clearly do not possess the oratorical skill of a Shakespearean character, so I take resort to writing down my thoughts in a blog.

Mark Anthony's famous line in Julius Caesar, 'Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears' has resonated in my brain since I read the play in school. I would love to go on the world's stage, the internet, and give powerful, rousing speeches to anyone who is listening but I think I will restrain myself to shorter posts which record my writing journey and share a tip or two.

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