Originally, this post was supposed to be a satirical piece revolving around an infatuated man. It’s deliberately lavish in detail and a little absurd in terms of emotions… yet, I discovered I can’t write about infatuation/unrequited love meaninglessly, and concluded with a more philosophical ending than I expected.
In italics are questions, following the “interview/interviewer” setting, but with a nameless interviewer. This is a combination of two challenges; an interview and foreshadowing. I imagine the interviewer to be his own conscience, or even another voice in his head. Continue reading
Sometimes a single word can ignite your imagination. I was extremely inspired by Emma’s amazing post, where the prompt was a simple (yet powerful) word: moon. The night is such a beautiful place to be, with the simplicity of darkness, away from the busy rush of daytime. Be dynamic during the daylight hours before returning to the night: the place of solace.
The following is flash fiction (merely around 200 words) revolving around the moon. I hope you enjoy it. Continue reading
School holidays, excessive philosophy-learning, a lot of reading… I really, really love vacation. It also happens to be my second-favourite month of the year, December, because without school there’s so much more time. I’m not complaining about school, but I do appreciate the spare 6-hours-a-day on weekdays. All the hobbies I want to take up, I finally have time to ease my way through them. And, not to mention, a wonderful January 2014 is happening as we speak, so Happy New Year to all! May the new year treat you with kindness and success.
So, let’s jump straight into the highlights of January. 🙂
The following piece is a short but visual piece of my regular mornings. It’s more of a timeless piece, so I was vague as to certain details. But basically, it’s a recollection of my daily awakenings at 6:30 AM (up before any of my family). This is also during summer, the current season in Australia, which explains the early sunrise. 🙂 I’m quite sure it’s winter in a lot of other places, but Australia’s not one of them.
I suppose this is a non-fictional piece. I never thought of it that way; it may be the first non-fiction piece I’ve ever written.
Hope you enjoy it!
The Daily Prompt has inspired me to press “Publish” on some of the haikus I wrote today. In fact, I’m always scribbling down haikus, as they are undoubtedly my favourite form of poetry (I may even like writing them more than novels!)
They focus on an average life with as few words as possible. It also helps I adore succinctness (a quality I’m trying to improve myself) so haikus are the perfect practice for such a trait. I definitely encourage other writers, regardless of their poetry writing skills, to try their best hand.
Below are four poems I’ve written today, and the fifth is a previous poem I wrote (along with an introduction that accompanies it) as an added bonus.
Well, I have recently gone back to writing. Yes, I don’t deserve to call myself a writer after spending 18 days (!) not writing anything of my current work-in-progress. However, I went on a writing-spree with one of my best friends, Ivey, and managed to get 2,260 words done. It definitely isn’t my best for a single day, but after so long, it’s definitely an accomplishment. Now, I’m trying to write again, with a target goal of 50,000 words overall (just for the sake of NaNo), although I’ve begun with approximately 30,000 words to begin with.
This post is dedicated to missbluereader, who left lovely, encouraging words on my book, The City Is Silent, and was wondering where I found the inspiration from. And the truth is, although I can’t pinpoint every aspect of the novel itself, I have a general idea of where it started.
But I should probably mention that inspiration is just a starting point: it’s through the essence of hard work and dedication which actually gets the novel and less-than-ideal scenes written. You cannot have a complete novel relying on inspiration alone; yet, most authors have sources of them. And for The City Is Silent, here are mine.