Category Writing
Rejection and My Love/Hate Read of Ender’s Game
I received my first rejection letter from a grad school today and the deep waters of my soul are troubled. It’s useless for friends to say rejection is a part of life — of course I know that. It still stings anyway. It still makes you feel like your insides are thunderstorming. My insides have […]
On Originality and Procrastination and Fall Reading
As I write this, I am wandering around my tiny apartment in my nightgown, wrapped inside a huge grey shawl, bedraggled hair tumbling down my back like some fallen lady in a Victorian storybook. It has been a morning of trying unsuccessfully to write my personal statement for MFA applications. I am feeling small and […]
Notes on The Ghost Bride by Yangsze Choo (Review)
I’m not sure how it is for other readers when they read books written by their fellow countrymen, but as a Malaysian Chinese, reading a book written by another Malaysian evokes a variety of complex feelings. As a writer, there is a certain amount of envy (goddammit I want to write The Great Malaysian Novel!), […]
On How A Construction Site Is Inspiring Me To Write
This is the base of a building that they are constructing on a plot of land behind my office. When I first moved into this office, there was nothing on this plot of land. If you look closely at the construction site, you will see a heap of garbage at the bottom left hand corner. […]
Is Writing Meant to be Fun?
Sometimes, I seriously question my desire to become a writer. Have I mistaken a weakness for smooth, creamy paper and inky pens for literary ambition? Have I allowed myself to be seduced by the quiet image of leather bound notebooks on polished wooden cafe tables? Do I, in short, love all the imagined trappings of […]
Buried Beneath All The Lies 