I admit, I have been writing in the sly. That has been the trick to get me to write. I find it funny and yet I do it. Repeatedly, week after week. Writing in the sly has been my key to getting back to writing.

So what is writing in the sly you ask. It is simple. I don’t publicize my writings. I don’t bother about SEOs and hits and comments. I write because this blog has become a safe place to vent out my frustrations and showcase my reality without worrying about all troubles that come with blogging and being a blogger. I know that rarely no one reads my posts and that gives me extra confidence to write uninhibitedly. It is like going back to the day of anonymous blogs and bloggers.

For years, this blog stayed dormant with a random post every few months because someone approached me to do a promotional post or a book review. I promised that I will revive the blog and I was never successful.

Then COVID happened. I need a way to deal with the uncertainty and the chaos. I needed to scream and write even when I pretended I didn’t have to. Journals and longhand writing didn’t appeal. The blog was the obvious choice but the thought of writing for hits, an audience and SEO just didn’t gel with me. I was never that kind of writer. Poohsden was never meant to be that kind of blog. I won’t lie, I tried to get it to be a lifestyle and book blog. I wasn’t committed to it and it never took off.

Today, I write in the sly and find immense pleasure in it. It has been such a blessing to quieten the voices in my mind and give them an outlet. I write the limited pieces I want to document of these difficult times. There are topics, I keep Poohsden free of. Someday maybe I will be brave enough to write about those topics too in the sly. But for now, I share my vulnerability through words here. Hidden and written in the sly.

There is a pleasure in letting my fingers type away without inhibitions – without following rules. Writing in the sly has been my lifesaver as I navigate this pandemic.