These ties that bind

Are wound too tight.


Growing pains

It is a strange thing indeed, running in pitch black. Constantly thinking you’ll double back somehow and bump into the thing you’re running from. Of course, who runs without something to run from?

It is even worse still to have someone switch on a light only to find that you haven’t moved at all. Your shirt got stuck on a loose nail which, unbeknownst to you, had been holding you in place all this time. All that effort you exerted for nothing, all that fear you felt still lingering, all that joy from leaving fear’s source gone.

You look around blearily, blindly. Why hasn’t the scenery changed? You wonder, though you subconsciously know why. You just don’t want to admit it. You stop the motions of running and cautiously look behind you. And there it is – still there. Still right behind you. Monstrous. It fills you with fear because it still gains a particular response in your brain – a motherly instinct, a need to protect – which incapacitates you. You cannot resist picking it up and cradling it in your arms even though you know it is wrong, unearthly, sordid. Dirty. You hold it at arm’s length, but still it manages to pull closer. It looks you dead in the eyes, smiles, then bites your nose. You try to drop it – half to tend to your nose and half to simply get it away from you – but it’s too late. It’s attached itself to you. Nipping and knawing on your flesh until you’re a pile of bones; until you have nothing left. And really, a part of you still wants to help the poor creature licking its lips as it perches on your skull. For if not you, then who? And if not it, who for you? You’ve never met another soul in this strange world.

But then you realise someone else must be here. Someone else turned the light on as you tried to make a run for it. There’s still life out there yet.

You just have to meet it.

It is difficult writing this and even knowing what to write. I’m sorting things out, stuck in a limbo at the moment, so I apologise if there’s been radio silence from me recently. For those who are actually in my life too, I’m sorry if I’ve been distant or silent. Just been trying to work things out for myself. Trying to repair the mistakes I’ve made, trying to get my feelings in order. Grieving. I feel like an ugly person right now, full of anger and hurt. 인간쓰레기처럼. Like human trash.

I promise I’ll be in touch soon. Just got to find that light switch… and the exit. 🙂

Survival (Part One)

I was born in Little Emming the same year Christopher Tin taught the world how to steal other people’s magical abilities. That was a crazy year, though I slept, ate and shat my way through most of it. As you can imagine, it was a traumatic time for my parents; I should have been flying objects around my cot by then or turning my milk from plain to banana flavoured. They spent all year certain that someone had stolen my own powers, though what someone would want with a baby’s feeble magic is anyone’s guess.

The years passed and they slowly came to terms with the fact that I was Different. Even when they wrapped my spellsphere with their own powers, I couldn’t get it to work. So eventually they gave up.

I’ve heard in Asin that they treat people with green eyes differently depending on proximity. Everyone wants to be friends with a green eyed person, sure, but they don’t want to be related to one. Well it was the same with me. I had more friends than my personality warranted, but my parents distanced themselves from me or begged me to see a demon whisperer who would rid me of my evil.

And I did what they said, but to no avail. Still, not everyone can say they’ve talked in tongues to the Lord Cleric Overseer himself. I pride myself on that, at least.

So while all my peers were racing board wipers around with their mind, I had to hold mine and run with it (the wiper, not my mind… though I did do that too). Suffice to say I never won a race, though I excelled in morning exercises.

And when careers advice came around, all three advisers I saw were rendered speechless. They all gave me the same look over their glasses – startled and a little afraid, I think. In the end, I was given a written document which said there was no job I could fill in Emming and that I should try Asin with the other non-magical folk. Suffice to say I was pissed, so I decided to do my own research. I decided I would read all the Little Emming books I could to try and find my place in the world.

But I got through half a tome and fell asleep, my drool dampening the pages so much that they wrinkled and Mrs Kripp kicked me out of the research library. All I had access to was the fiction section – all Asin imports of course; no one in Little Emming has time for a novel when they could put on a play with magic in ten seconds flat.
So I read them instead – the only Emminger in a sea of magical Asinians (my opposites, I guess) looking for a piece of home in the weird and wonderful place they lived. It took me a while to learn Asic, but I met some good non-magical folk along the way and eventually managed to read even the hardest of novels – Battle and Calm.

Writer’s debt

No, I don’t mean the student loan kind… but there is that, too.

This if far-flung from my usual post, but I’ve been using a technique which I thought might be helpful to other people.

I love to gamify anything and everything. Learning a language? Check. Setting targets? Check. Playing games? … wait. Check?

So I’ve been setting myself a writing goal each day – x amount of words. Whenever I don’t meet it, I gain what I call “writer’s debt”. So say my goal is 500 words a day. If I miss one day, I have a writer’s debt of 500 words. If I miss three, I have a writer’s debt of 1,500 words, etc. It keeps me on top of things.

I also thought of an alternative if you wanted to raise the stakes. Just like some people have a swear jar, if you don’t reach your writing goal and you end up earning writer’s debt, you have to put x amount of money into a jar. Maybe that money could be used for something in particular, I don’t know (I haven’t thought that far).

I hope this helps those who procrastinate as much as I do!

Liebster Award

Another award from Prashant, whose blog you should really check out as he writes beautifully! 🙂 It’s taken me a while to get around to this – phew! (and sorry if you got a couple of notifications for this; I had to repost it as something went horribly wrong the first time)

There are lots of different sets of rules for this award, but the most common I found was:

  • Link back to the blogger who nominated you
  • List five bloggers you follow and enjoy who have less than 3,000 WordPress followers
  • Answer eleven questions
  • Write eleven facts about yourself
  • Ask your nominees eleven questions about themselves


My nominees

Jordon Quinn

Serena Sinclair

Cassandra Janus

Jhalli Patakha

Perpetually 3am


Eleven questions answered

1. What is your favourite genre of writing?

Magical realism.

2. What is the most memorable compliment you ever received?

Actually, I feel 2016 has so far been the year of compliments for me. But I will always remember one of my English teachers writing to me “Very impressed I am. You can write, girl!” a few years ago and sharing my creative writing with the rest of the class.

3. Politician or Actor/Actress?

I would rather chat to an actor/actress, and thinking about it, I would rather be an actress than a politician. I think political power corrupts people.

4. Who is your favourite Author?

Gabriel Garcia Marquez.

5.One thing you cannot live without?


6. Who is your Role Model?

You know, I find this question one of the most difficult to answer when someone asks me it. I look up to a range of people for different reasons. But I also think people are just people. We all make mistakes; we all have our flaws.

7. Which blog you enjoyed most on reading?

Ooh that’s a tough one. I would say see above for the people I nominated for the award as it’s too difficult choosing just one!

8. What is your weakness?

Not knowing myself. Not listening to myself.

9. What inspires you to write?

The smallest things. Sometimes I get a piece of dialogue in my head or a line which prompts a bigger story. Sometimes it’s just the way the world looks, sometimes it’s the way the world doesn’t look. But really, there is a need to write within me, and that’s inspiring enough.

10. Your favourite holiday destination & why?

I’m going to be predictable and say South Korea, even though I’ve only been there once. I felt comfortable there, and safe, and using Korean to native speakers made me feel accomplished and on a constant high.

11. What is your biggest dream of life?

To be happy and free.


Eleven facts about myself

1. My first word was Emma, which was our cat’s name (sorry Mum!).

2. Things seem to happen to me in groups – in flurrys.

3. I have a yearning for a place I don’t belong. A homesickness for a place which isn’t home.

4. I wish I had taken more risks and opportunities when I was younger.

5. People watch programmes differently. The way I see it, there are two camps: one camp flits from one programme to the other, while the second watch the same programme until its end without any breaks. I belong to the latter group. If I find a programme and have loads of episodes to catch up on, I’ll watch them all from beginning to end without watching other things in between.

6. Walking Jogging Running in the rain is the best.

7. I have a Google Docs file called “Corpses of my darlings”. It’s not what you think… honest.

8. My favourite colour is blue-green aquamarine. The same colour as the sea. The same colour as veins through skin.

9. I’m a strong believer in consistency as opposed to relying on motivation/inspiration. But damn, consistency is hard.

10. After two or three years of writing drought where I had to answer prompts to survive, I think I’m finally generating my own ideas again. Oh happy days. All I had to do was change my perspective.

11. Coffee is my weakness, but if I drink it at anytime passed maybe 3/4pm, I’ll stay awake until 3/4am.


Eleven questions to my nominees

1. What made you start blogging?

2. What has been your biggest achievement to date?

3. If your house was burning down and you only had time to rescue one thing (and your family/friends/pets were already safely outside), what would it be?

4. How often do you write/practise your art form?

5. What is your favourite TV show/film?

6. If you could talk to anyone in the history of the world, who would it be?

7. What is your best memory?

8. What inspires you to write/practise your art form?

9. What is your favourite blog post that you’ve ever written?

10. What is your favourite novel?

11. What is your favourite holiday destination and why?