Since we’re one month away from the release of The Lion Eating the Sun, here’s a teaser of the upcoming collection’s contents, a partial list of poem titles anyway. Some you might have read already (e.g., “Mandy”, “Maybe”, “The Purple Lady”, “Too Soon”), some still remain in the vault (e.g., “Nessie”, “The Alchemist”, “Hey Little Johnny”, “The Black Sheep”). “How I Know I Love You” is sacred. I've had it in the vault for a long time and refused to share to the world. This time around, it’s ready. “Nessie” was inspired by a Twitter game. “You Who Don’t Know Him” gave me “Scarlet Forever” feels.Read More
Bitter is the potion that shapes my future,
transcends the norms and forges my culture.
Bitter is the blood that runs in my veins
and makes me my superstar Samuel Twain.
Don't mind me over here. Can't you see I'm busy?
An invisible “Do Not Disturb” sign hangs over me.
Because if you do, you will break my flow,
Force me to stop when I just want to go.
Call it getting old or whatever you want but the more I find contentment in my real life the less I have the energy to share it. I’m not saying sharing your life on social media for public consumption is wrong. However, some appear to overdo it complete with powerful captions and hashtags of jubilance, which sometimes prompts you to think, “Is all this an attempt to feign a ‘happy life’?” Last year, I had lots of good and happy events, I missed sharing online because I was too busy enjoying them so much. We don’t need the likes and favourites of online strangers to validate that we are living a good and happy life.Read More
I have to admit that at various points of “Death’s Last Days with the Dying” hesitation crept in my mind. Before I announced it to the public, I wondered if I could keep up with releasing a memory daily as much as I could. With all the day job obligations and writing aspirations on my shoulder, was it necessary to add one more on my stack? At the same time, despite picking a drabble (a 100-word story) as the format for my flash fiction output, the length of it was not an automatic advantage. The 100-word restriction proved to be challenging at times (and fun too, of course, so much fun 😜) and would make you doubt your weird choice of restricting yourself when you didn’t need to. Upon thinking deeper about it though, what’s a writer’s life without one or few challenges on his writing journey.
Now that season two, the Prudence Arc as I christen it now, has wrapped up a couple of days before, I’d like to present three things I enjoyed about writing it.Read More
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
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