We live in a world where people have mastered the art of managing impressions. There’s fake news everywhere. Fake followers. Fake lives. Fake well… everything. The filters and perfected poses make our lives look better than they really are. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry at some of the things I encounter on social media.
One of my main takeaways from attending the London Book Fair earlier this year was that: yes, we have to do all we can to ensure that the book gets out there, but at the end of the day, we have no idea if (or when!) the book will take off. Some books manage to fetch a hefty advance and end up tanking; whilst other books seem to succeed for unfathomable reasons; whereas other books lay dormant on the shelves till one day things suddenly take off.
For sometime now, there’s been a gentle voice inside me that’s been urging me on to go forth on my venture wholeheartedly. I heard it. Believe me, I did. But like many people, I was caught up in a life that didn’t fully fulfil me. It wasn’t good enough to stay or bad enough to leave. And then crisis came down on me. Not once, not twice, but over and over again. It emptied out my life and burnt everything to the ground.
I can’t believe I’m here again, close to five years after I first tried my hand at publishing my fantasy book. I’ve grown up a lot since then and learnt a lot since my first attempt. In hindsight, I can’t believe I didn’t give up. And now the time has come, for me to try again.
I know, I know. I’ve been on a bit of a hiatus with this blog. And it’s not cause I’ve been lazy with my writing or anything like that… I’ve actually been working on a novel that I’ve been meaning to write for close to erm… four years now. The idea came to me when I was chilling in my apartment in Japan. I sketched the whole concept out in a notebook and then forgot all about it (and the rest of my God forsaken dreams). But that was then, and this is now. And I’m proud to say that the novel is… DONE!
Everywhere I turn, people are speaking Spanish – America’s unofficial second language. I’m surprised that I can still understand the language fairly well – considering that I haven’t spoken it in some four years. I learnt a lot of new languages in my twenties – but Spanish is my still my favourite. I hear a whole plethora of other languages, too. Some I recognise. Others I don’t. I breathe in and out. It’s my first time in San Francisco, but I feel at home for the first time in a while.
Saturn is the school principal of the cosmos. Very few people like a trip to school principal’s office. I didn’t when I was in high school and I liked it even less as I ushered in the big 30.