Now, I’m 33.

When I was 3, I got a train set for Christmas or a birthday. Can’t remember which, my memory is fuzzy here, but it was definitely around the time I was obsessed with Thomas the Tank Engine – even with his creepy ass face. I was fascinated: to be able to create a mini-world withContinue reading “Now, I’m 33.”

It’s so sweet

Our breathing slows. Deeps breaths after deep breaths. He flips over and reaches for a cigarette. He lights it in bed and offers me one. I hesitate but he places an ashtray in front of me. Don’t worry. We’ll crack the window open. The landlord already knows anyways, he says without worry. After I takeContinue reading “It’s so sweet”

The Writer’s Diet // Helen Sword.

Lately I’ve been feeling my writing sluggish; it reads like thick moss. I’ve hit writer’s block and slumps before, and most of the time they smooth out with time and grit. But I decided to try my hands on something quicker—a diet of sorts. True to the title, The Writer’s Diet dishes out the minimum,Continue reading “The Writer’s Diet // Helen Sword.”

Eats, Shoots and Leaves // Lynne Truss.

Here’s a book about cringing at misplaced apostrophes and commas, about being sticklers, about Aldus Manutius the Elder (1449-1515) and his innovative printing standards, about raw potential energies of semicolons and colons, about the high duty of a writer to her audience, about itches and sensibilities — in short, a book about punctuation. I bet,Continue reading “Eats, Shoots and Leaves // Lynne Truss.”