Month: February 2014

Most Books Don’t Sell

– Most Books Don’t Sell | Hugh Howey.

a really great post.

beyond the slightly technical talk about publishing (I’ve never tried allowing myself to think about the P word much, if at all. but undeniably, that is a dream word for anyone who enjoys writing), the whole post sets me dreaming of greater courage, added faith, increase in boldness with regards to my dream of writing.

it was my number one dream since young; a FT author. Yet it’s also one that was easily abandoned too many times. Nevertheless, it always keeps coming back; I always see some flicker of a hope, no matter how quickly its extinguished, reignited just as easily by plenty of things. It lures me like a temptation almost. I say this because, (& its my whole point of this post,) dreaming like this just keeps feeling wrong. It really isn’t of course. Yet I can’t help questioning, whether I really really really have the right to dream of this exclusive possibility.

no matter the many other dreams i have, writing is always found to be still a part of each of them.

  • i dream of being an architect – who writes all sorts of things; from theories to ideas (to even work woes…),
  • i dream of being a shop owner (a all-in-one bookstore/ bakery/ studio/ ice-cream shop) – who writes sideline while tending the shop,
  • i dream of being a traveller – who writes her explorative & learning journey (or think travel journalist),
  • i dream of being a children art educator/ teacher – who still thinks & writes on pedagogy,
  • i dream of being in the theatres – who writes anything that should be written,
  • i dream of being a theologian – or rather, one who writes anything to glorify God,
  • i dream of being a mother – who writes her love for her children regularly,
  • i dream of being a combination of all the above, & found one beautiful word to describe it – writer.

Basically, I have resolved to write this life away. It’s my best way of expression. Without writing regularly, I feel really lost & disorganised & unprepared & lousy. (pardon my crudeness, but i guess its like shitting? i won’t die like if i don’t breathe, yet i’ll be a terribly cross person. unable to write when i should, like constipation, really do sucks.)

Back to the point of the link – it is intimidating to think about materialising one’s thoughts & ideas & opinions into a physical thing; a book you can actually loudly proclaim you penned.

I realised, as with the direction of Mr Hugh Howey’s article (especially all those areas with bolded words), that if I keep allowing myself to look around me & feel inferior to everyone else, I, really, will never go ahead in materialising my dream.

Jeff Goins has always been a great reminder. I was inspired by him many years ago. The disgusting problem with me is, years later I am still not secured enough… to the extent that I don’t even dare to dream too much about it yet.

Thank God for MRT :)

28 Jan
As I randomly landed on Channel News Asia & stayed to watch SG+, it further accumulates onto a few random ponderings I’ve been having with regards to this country.

As expats & foreign workers consistently flock over, resulting in many locals complaining about plenty of problems that thus arises, I wonder about the issue of xenophobia & I once again, find myself rechecking my own feelings about my own country.

There’re plenty of blogs & status updates on various blogs & social platforms voicing (often very critical) thoughts & ideas.

I didn’t want to add on more because there are a lot of very comprehensive & extremely well written ideas floating around in the net.

Besides, I really hesitate in voicing my opinions on such sensitive issues. I am neither gonna stand here nor there (I just don’t find any one side being better than the other.)

I’ve been led to write, simply because I felt the need to give thanks.

These couple of days sees me constantly struck with a sense of gratefulness for this country despite the increasing (in both) amount & level of drama(s) happening.

To think about it, whenever one pauses to consider certain issues, it’s just natural to be simply thankful for many things. One should train oneself to always be thankful.

I was on the train & I was reminded of how wonderful it is that our late president Mr Ong Teng Cheong, brilliantly brought in & implemented the idea of this new transport system – the MRT. Indeed the MRT has brought about ‘a better life for all of us’. I am glad he won the debate & successfully introduced one of the best investments that truly bettered the lives of Singaporeans.

All the hiccups aside, I am just simply thankful for the very existence of the rail-based system.

After 20 over years, we seem to have grown so accustomed to this mode of transport; we don’t realize how amazing this system, all in all, truly is. (Just for a moment, imagine how life would be like without it? People who don’t take trains got to be thankful still, simply for the reduction of crowds on the roads.)

I just want to appreciate Mr Ong. I always admire this great ex-president. Apart from being an awesome & admirable person, I appreciate him best for being a man of integrity. (No doubt him being architecturally trained is another added factor to his coolness! :D)