Update on novel-writing

Hi guys! Sorry for my lack of posting in the last week or so… life has been crazy and… the truth is, I’ve taken up novel-writing again.

Despite my many (failed) attempts at writing novels in the past, I’ve managed to muster enough determination to try again. I have to admit – I’ve always been more of a writer of short pieces. I never seem to have enough patience to plan and come up with intricate storylines and backstories and characters, which is why novel-writing and I have never clicked together. I would write a few chapters with this great burning idea in my mind, but after a while, the idea would grow darker and darker until I found I could not see it anymore. Then, I would take a ‘break’ which was really my way of giving up without saying that I was giving up.

But this time, this time I feel stronger than I’ve ever been. I feel like I finally have a grasp of the problem that keeps drawing the reins and pulling me to a complete stop. It’s not merely that I’m too impatient, it’s also that I’m too much of a perfectionist. I fret over the smallest of phrases and even as I write the current chapter, my mind wanders to the flaws of the previous chapter, and I fall into a spiral of self-criticism to the point that I just stop writing altogether.

I’ve always liked shorter pieces of writing because you get to capture a single tiny moment in time; you don’t have to worry about all those other moments, just that single moment. Novel-writing, on the other hand, forces you to think about a collection of moments and how one moment can impact on all the other moments. I like jumping right in when it comes to writing, but novel-writing can only be successful if I consider the consequences and aftermath of whatever scene I happen to be constructing.

What are some of your thoughts on novel-writing? What has your experiences with novel-writing been like? Tell me in the comments below!

And the story I’m currently writing is actually on Wattpad, so look here for a direct link to it. It’s titled ‘Expectation 2.0’. Here’s a synopsis for it:

Life’s all about recreating yourself, right?

Unfortunately, as with most things in life, that’s easier said than done.

Meet Bree Harper: she faces daily bouts of shyness, tripping over and blushing furiously while talking to strangers. When she unwillingly finds herself at a uni party one night, she’s challenged by the one and only Jay Winters (aka. ‘the life of the party’) to a match of reinvention, i.e. shatter as many expectations that people have about you as possible, and do that all in a month.

But a game like this is bound to have consequences.

I’ll keep you guys updated with whatever happens next, and will get back to poetry writing as soon as I can 🙂


Opening doors

I always made a living so I could make movies. I never made movies to try to make a living… If the reason why you’re doing anything creative is to make a living, then you’re doing it wrong.”

– filmmaker Casey Neistat

We all have those so-called ‘pipe dreams’, I’m sure. Dreams we fantasise about, dreams we leave for the elusive ‘future’, dreams we tell ourselves to pursue only after we’ve reached some degree of financial stability.

We think such dreams to be impossible… and seem to believe that if we act later rather than sooner, we’ll have a greater chance of accomplishing them?

Not true.

Because how can you ever think to accomplish something if you aren’t even willing to take the very first step?

I want to be a poet, an author, a photographer, a screenwriter, a filmmaker. I want to write my own novels, direct my own movies, create my own ‘inspirational quotes’. And what I’m realising is that, it isn’t a matter of becoming well-known or famous in any of these fields; it’s a matter of doing what you love, and loving what you do. You are truly passionate about something not because it may make you a lot of money, but because it will make you happy.

So don’t let the thought of imminent failure put you off. Don’t ‘save’ your happiness for later. Don’t stare at the closed door; open it.

Small is big and ordinary is extraordinary

This is a piece I wrote some time ago about New Year Resolutions. Just thought that I’d share it with you peeps. Hope you enjoy 🙂

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I’ve always been cynical of New Year Resolutions. I mean, what gives New Year’s Day the right to be so special and so magical and so spectacular anyway? Sure, it’s at the start of the year, but what about the start of the day or the start of the week or the start of the month? Why don’t we ever make a big deal out of Breakfast Resolutions or Monday Resolutions or Monthly Resolutions?

We’re always so busy trying to rush through everything in pursuit of the ‘bigger picture’ that we fail to notice the beauty and significance of smaller things along the way.  We forget about the box of matches that set off all those fireworks. We forget about the mountain of crumpled pages and drafts that had to be climbed before the novel could become as brilliant and effortless as it is today. We forget about the tiny names rolling in the credits that helped to seam up the film’s plot holes and costume holes and any other holes or rips or loose threads it encountered along the way.  We forget that New Year Resolutions would be nothing without the resolutions we unwittingly make and achieve every single day, every single week and every single month of the year.

Grand finales are only possible because of the little steps we take. That’s why Breakfast Resolutions, Monday Resolutions and Monthly Resolutions are just as special, just as magical and just as spectacular as New Year Resolutions. That’s why small is big and ordinary is extraordinary.

Who I am and why I’m here

People always tell me that you are who you want to be, and while I understand the wisdom of those words, I find them inapplicable to me because the truth is, I’m not even close to figure out who it is that I want to be yet. Rather, I’m a little like that artist holding an empty palette – still experimenting with different colours, still discovering new colours, still trying to pick out the colours I want to paint my life with.

But there’s one thing about myself that I’ve always known, and it is that I love writing. Even at the tender age of seven, I was attempting to write novels, not because I wanted to get published and become a famous author, but because I relished stories and the beautiful construction of words – I would think that it must be pure magic how they could transport me to another time, another world, another life, all while I was still sitting inside my tiny, ordinary bedroom! So I figured, as a child, that by writing, I was somehow working magic.

To this day, there’s still a part of me that believes words to be magic, because how else can we explain their capacity to open minds and move hearts to tears? How else can we explain their potential to inspire and change the very meaning of this world?

So who I am? I’m still not sure yet, but what I am sure of is that writing is a huge part of whoever that person is. And that’s why I’m here; to write. To share with all you lovely readers, what I love best, in the best way possible – through words; my paintbrush. My magic.