Like the years before and the years to come, this year had been a balance of dusks and dawns. I remember closing the chapter on 2018 with a rumination on taking risks, daring to embrace spontaneity and trusting God to execute the best plan for me. This proved to be a lesson I continue to … Continue reading A Year of Seizing Opportunities & Stepping Out of Comfort Zones
I received a few questions with regards to self-publishing your own material. I'll address this briefly here by sharing my personal opinions and hopefully will help you decide the best path for you to take in publishing. Before deciding whether engaging in an external publisher or going the self-publishing route, first determine the why. Why … Continue reading Why Self-Publish?
During the discussion panel on 'Why Diversity Matters in YA Fiction' at the Singapore Writers Festival this year, Nicola Yoon, author of 'Everything Everything', mentioned, Diversity is a personal thing - growing up, I didn't see myself in a book. It's always a white leading character. Diversity is not politics, but it becomes it. Now … Continue reading Diversity, Community & The Ways in Which Words Can Save Us
It was the season of a transition. I was doing my contract teaching for a couple of months while waiting for my acceptance letter into the teaching institution. I had no idea I was going to be doing my post-grad studies that December; I hadn't anticipated for my entrance to be that soon. So upon … Continue reading For Your Invitation
The default state of a writer isn’t a cigarette-smoking, alcohol-swigging, typewriter-banging character. It isn’t sitting by the window, admiring the flowers in fall, overlooking the blues and greens while waiting for a ray of inspiration to descend. It isn’t an inexorable flow of the pen. It isn’t picturing Bukowski and his cats, Murakami and his … Continue reading The Default State of a Writer
i like me better when i’m broken. i’d run to my prayer mat and pour my turbulent heart right open. beg for a miracle. beg you to listen. fix this for me. carry this for me. bring me out of this darkness and light up my path for me. tears fall easier. hands more steady … Continue reading Better Broken
16th May 1976. My father is standing atop a building that was under construction at St George’s Road. The view overlooks May North Primary School, which has now been replaced with a sewage treatment plant. His vintage Ray-bans covers half his face as he smiles widely, looking away from the camera and into the distance. … Continue reading Running With My Father
These tears never seem to dry when reading the stories of the victims in the Christchurch shooting. But what's so profoundly moving for me are the stories behind the young ones like Mucaad Ibrahim, an aspiring imam and Sayyad Milne, an aspiring footballer. It was heartbreaking to learn that Mucaad was only three years old and … Continue reading The Young Ones