Today I wrote a funeral scene for my first novel. Instead of depressing me, however, it ultimately made me hopeful and energized, which surprised me at first. Who gets energized when envisioning a funeral? But then, with a bit of reflection, something critical occurred to me.(more…)
For the past few weeks, I’ve been working on the outline for my first novel! It’s turning into a culmination of a lot of ideas and feelings I’ve been having for the past few years or so– ideas and feelings about the world we’re all living in right now. Don’t worry, I’ll try my best to make sure it isn’t too depressing in the end. Or depressing at all, for that matter. Who needs more of that right now? But my novel still won’t avoid confronting the real world in which we find ourselves right now. Wish me luck in pulling this off!
I’m working on a novel now. Follow my progress by following this blog.(more…)
Why do people, especially the young and those in academia, idolize those supposed “tortured artists” who are hopeless, anxious, overly analytical, suicidal, and, well… depressed and depressing? Are depressed artists capable of expressing anything more profound because they’re sad or conflicted? Are they expressing anything unique about humankind and the world because they’re expressing themselves more gloomily?
Is there such thing as a tortured artist? No. This is a myth that needs to go.(more…)
The vocation of writing entails equal parts torture and triumph. It is sometimes a blessing … and sometimes a curse. At least, if you’re doing it right and have a somewhat healthy sense of self.
Today, assume that your compulsion to write is a blessing. And, even if only momentarily, assume that you are “good” at what you do. Then ask yourself: what makes your writing yours? What makes you “good” at writing, or what makes you a good writer, whatever that’s supposed to mean?(more…)
Today I noticed myself scrolling past multiple headlines of articles covering civilian casualties in Ukraine, without much emotion. Which alarmed me… once I realized what I was doing.(more…)
Today I did an extraordinary yet not-so-extraordinary thing. I deleted around 150 blog posts from my website’s blog roll– all of the blog posts I have written for this website so far. And I didn’t even bat an eyelash while doing it. Why? Because I asked myself: what is my blog good for?(more…)