Though I�ve decided to write that book on Indianness, I haven�t moved beyond the second page. I think I�m the most hardworking lazy guy ever born. Though the ideas for my novel pop in occasionally, I don�t have a proper system to register and retrieve them for later use. Why I don�t know.

Am I not really cut out to become a writer? Is it all a way to cheat myself that I�m actually good at something?

So writing these two paragraphs took close to 25 minutes with 20 distractions. I�m listening to Smells like teen spirit, searching the net for history of bluegrass music, checking if service guy returned my car, and thinking of Haj by Leon Uris that I�m reading now.