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Archive for the ‘Writing Stuff’ Category

Some Things Need to Go Away

In the past months, I’ve tackled one responsibility after another—Mum’s and Aunt’s hospitalisations, my job, a book’s printing stage and editing another book of 35,000 words. I am so behind on everything that I am just playing catch-up. I should have blogged my Philippines Book Summit participation and producing Jade’s Quest for Her Heritage, but—responsibility first.

So when a story started brewing in my head, I refused to write it. (more…)

The Penultimate Stop

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Thanksgiving. Grateful for my Writers’ Group–The Penultimate Stop. There are just 3 of us – Lianne Ong, award winning author of Stacey & the Museums series, Lucy Cheng, a closet writer with an exquisite vocabulary, and me. But just in one year, we have clocked these achievements:

 

 

 

  1. Singapore Hawker Food – written, critiqued and published (Armour).
  2. The Hunted Lion – sequel to “Lion Boy and Drummer Girl” (Epigram), written, critiqued and sent to publisher.
  3. Three picture books for a series for Special Needs – written, critiqued and with publisher now. Will update when it is published!
  4. A 5000-word financial drama – written, critiqued and submitted for Commonwealth Short Story Prize 2018.
  5. An illustrated book celebrating Spore’s Bicentennial 2019 – written and being critiqued.

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Fiction_Love Saecularis

I wrote this story years ago, but did not post it as it might seem a shameless plagiarism of a famous tale. However, this so exactly describes my life that I have to put it down. This story is as close to an autobiography as I can get.  (more…)

Story-The Beginning of the End

An interesting person gave me this interview in Toa Payoh Lorong 8 market and I duly wrote it up and sent it around to the publishers. But nobody wanted it (I wonder why? Is the writing style awkward or the facts sound implausible?) Anyway, please judge for yourself. (more…)

Story_The Spire

Do you ever tire of the crowds? What would it be like to live 150 levels above the commonfolk’s plane of existence? This story explores such a life… (more…)

Decision

I’ve decided to simply write the stories because they want to be told, and not worry about whether publishers want them or what categories they fit in.
And if they are heartstoppingly beautiful solely in my mind’s eye and will only ever have an audience of one, then so be it.

Nian and the Angel of Death

A silver and grey serpent with flaking scales, overgrown toenails and halitosis crawled onto the red-tiled roof of a house overlooking the sea. The four shishi guarding the corners of the roof shook their ceramic manes nervously. His deathly wheeze unsettled them. (more…)

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