Tell someone you’re a writer, and you’ll get all sorts of questions thrown your way. “What’re you working on?”, “Are you published?”, “Do you know [famous author]?” are ones I’ve encountered. However, this one the other day stumped me: “Do all writers read?” I get that people unfamiliar with the… Continue reading
Bettina cantered through the building, checking her wristwatch every few steps. Her Styrofoam cup (appropriately labelled “Dunkin Donuts”) decorated one hand, and a file of paperwork bound to her chest filled the other. As she stepped through the door to the conference room, she spotted a prepubescent boy leaned back… Continue reading
Jaws dropped. My next words stammered from my lips. “I… don’t… drink… coffee.” Several dumb-founded faces stared back at me, generating vibes of discomfort. I reached behind me, feeling for the edge of the counter and stumbled back until I found it. Might as well be an alien, I thought… Continue reading
“Hey! There’s no smoking in my head!” Bettina shrugs, puffing smoke into my face. “I’m harming no one but myself.” “No harm?” I grab the cigarette from Bettina. A clump of ash lands on her fingers. She jumps back, shaking her hand against the burn. “Bloody hell!” I hide my… Continue reading
INT. PRODUCTION ROOM – MORNING Close-up side shot of a woman’s face, focusing on cheeks and lips. A cigarette rests in her mouth. She inhales. Ashes wither away the white stem as the orange tip burns. A slow pan-out reveals the woman outfitted in business attire. Clipped to her jacket’s… Continue reading
It’s been a few weeks since my layoff. Which means it’s only fitting to discuss that fantabulous full-time job… as a career-seeker. Theoretically, this is easy for us writers. Writing is our oxygen and blood. It’s how we interact with the world, therefore we must have lots of ideas piled up… Continue reading
Stress exists in many forms—bullies, peer pressure, parents, academics, nagging bosses. Equally various are the ways in which to deal with tough, stressful situations. I used to think my imagination distanced me from my classmates. With several psychology lectures behind me, the more logical answer is that my imagination shielded… Continue reading
It’s hard to imagine actively enjoying a class that starts at 7:30 in the morning. Three times a week. Especially with Final Semester Fever running amok. Yet I somehow have a professor who has managed to help me do just that… Scientists Vs Writers Our class recently read Fitz-James O’Brien’s… Continue reading