“You are a writer,” he said, looking at me straight in the eyes. I squinted. “Yes,” I replied, quite unsure what he meant, “you have known that for a long time now.” “Yeah,” he smiled, “I have, and it just sank in, actually.” “I don’t get it,” I laughed. He became quiet for a few... Continue Reading →
As a writer, I know how hard it is to compose something noteworthy—be it fiction or nonfiction. You rack your brain, you pressure yourself, you eat your soul just come up with something that your readers will enjoy. However, it is sad that some netizens are simply contented with copying someone else’s creation, pasting them... Continue Reading →
After putting up a feedback page here in my blog, I actually received a request and a question. So I am going to answer the first question submitted. _____ Why do I write? Well, as my blog’s tagline says, “I live to write, and I write to live.” But specifically, why I write depends on... Continue Reading →
Ever since I was a kid, I seldom find my mind inside my head. I would always find it floating somewhere else: in the past, the future, in the present but at some other places or in some parallel universes where I am a prince, a warrior, a savior, or whatever—but of course I have super... Continue Reading →
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