unwise to assume
there’s soda in the teacup
drum’s my possession
unwise to assume
If you’re a writer — of books, essays, scripts, blog posts, whatever — you’re familiar with the phenomenon: the blank screen, a looming deadline, and a sinking feeling in your gut that pairs poorly with the jug of coffee you drank earlier.
If you know that rumble all too well: this post is for you. Maybe it’ll help you get out of a rut; at the very least, it’s good for a few minutes of procrastination.Read More
I decided to make a haiku thread on Twitter. Because why not? It's a nice way of tweeting about random thoughts and feelings while adhering to a few rules and at the same time running amok creatively. Since I do not own the Twitter platform, I thought it best to post them here on my website as well to preserve them forever.Read More
Plants die, animals too.
Dreams do not. They cling to you.
Push them aside or under your bed.
They stay in your heart, echo in your head.
The end is coming, can you feel the thrum?
the steady pace of the Reaper's drum
gather any sorrow, hurt, or regret
dump into a chapter you must soon forget
Discovering our life purpose can be a funny thing. Once we get to the point of discovery, we tend to think we'll be great at doing whatever our dream requires of us only to learn it's not the reality. Our dream may be grand but our skill or capability needed to fulfil our purpose is not. It's that realisation that separates the talkers from the doers. In my case, that requirement was my writing skill. An overwhelming fear of writing (ironic though) prevented me from embarking on this journey earlier than I should have. For many years, the thought that lingered in my head in regards to writing was "I am not good enough (I suck)" especially whenever I compared myself to a former friend who I suspected ate a dictionary or two during her childhood. When I received a cosmic intervention that propelled me to become an author, I expected that my fear of writing would vanish. I would be proven wrong.Read More
Here's my contribution to this recent talk revival on depression due to Kate Spade's and Anthony Bourdain's deaths.
As a former sufferer of it, I offer you not any tip on how to overcome it (that’s for another day) but a perspective on what it felt like.Read More
Another day, another death,
Can I dump my feelings in a basket?
I ask a question to the emissary.