Being an adult is waking up on a Saturday morning with the distinct feeling that you haven't slept enough... and ignoring that feeling, because there are fun things in store (you hope).
So I totally let this blog collapse in the dust without so much as a second glance (okay, I did give it a couple of glances but it was one of those this-makes-me-feel-guilty-so-I'm-just-going-to-ignore-your-existence-in-order-to-feel-good-about-myself glances) and looking back I am, of course, cringing at the stuff I used to write. But I know that it's a… Continue reading 2011 Me and 2014 Me
Sometimes I talk too much. I admit it; I get carried away with what I'm thinking about and could go on for ages if nobody says anything. Mostly this happens with people I'm very familiar with (my family and my closest friends), and sooner or later they'll shut me up, kindly or unkindly. But I… Continue reading Before readers there are listeners
I've been told, countless times, that instead of investing my time on writing about unicorns, vampires, clones, gangsters, terrorists, magic, and really messed-up imaginary societies, I should spend the valuable days of my youthful writer-hood (writer-ness, writership?) writing about things I actually know. I've considered this proposal, but have never actually agreed with it. I… Continue reading The sunny agony of non-fiction
Today, when helping three people teach Children's Moral Education Class to 27 kids in our Youth Month of Service campaign, I started to take pictures. I'm no photographer, but I really enjoy taking weird pictures with the hope that someday I will be able to put good use to them. Among those pictures was the… Continue reading The Beginning of being a deity… through writing.