Archive for November 2015

   Winter When you look Past it all In the novel depths of winter  See the snow See the rain See the things that no one Said.  See the colors through the white See the snow, see the flight Of the birds past the trees Feel the colors, see the breeze.  And your senses alight…

   He who has been written about has become immortalized.  Death fails to touch him.  Life, standing so still, on a whim? Beautiful, lying still in memory. Known throughout eternity.  Blood has never marred him.  Ink on stainless ivory.  Glass-cut and young for worlds to see.  Words, be my infinity. 

She saw the woman walking down the street, wearing a face that was far too young for the tired-out clothes she wore. And the young girl knew that this woman had seen much in her time. But what could she do? Should she run after her and ask why her clothes were so worn? Yet,…

   Hello world! So I got accused of catfishing yesterday. 🙁 That makes me sad because I’m not that sort of person and, secondly, this blog is more to talk about my writing journey and my upcoming novel than it is to promote myself. Anyways, instead of spreading some hate, try spreading some love this…

   Spent last night procrastinating. Darn Internet. It’s so easy to get sidetracked when “not thinking” web surfing is just a click away. And it wasn’t even being sidetracked for an hour or so. It was hours and hours of just letting time tick away. How do you keep on track when other things seem…

So I watched the play version of Lear with Ian Mckellan. It’s basically about an old man whose two eldest daughters throw him out into the cold because they don’t want to deal with him. And his youngest daughter, who loves him the most, ends up dead. Actually scratch that. The majority end up dead.…

   Snow is a strange phenomenon. It’s beautiful when it first falls. Heck and I hate the cold weather. I still have to admit that there’s something pure and clean about it. Also, it’s fun for a little while. 🙂 but then it just gets dirty. Funny isn’t it? Funny how we eventually see beautiful…

   So I live in a multicultural household. And every Christmas, the house will end up having lots of pastries/ comfort food. Our house adores food. We associate food with living well and being comfortable and cozy on the holidays. So the perfect thing to make when “tis the season”, is nastar, cookies with cheese…

   Just spent Thursday night having a panic attack. 🙁 Ah well. Friday’s here to make it all better. Friday’s like that spontaneous surprise party at the end of the week. Currently reading Harry Potter. Don’t judge me. I didn’t read it the first time around. I’ll get to it. I did get to it,…

Already thinking about baking and cookies and silly sales advertising when it’s not even Thanksgiving yet. I can’t help but dream of Christmas. As of now, writing is very hard to do with such a busy schedule: books to read, books to write, and books even to carry. I’ll also have to fit a trip…