A whole day spent working and writing: that is my resolution for the day. After the rather unsettling, rainy days this week, today seems to be a bright day, and I’m hoping it would stay that way. Sunny, so I can talk my notebook and go for a walk, and productive, because I would have written the ending of a draft.
I have been agonizing about removing my story from the CCC Press anthology.
It is supposed to be “post-colonial” literature from Singapore, but the behavior of the the CCC Press shows it is stuck in colonial times. They want to retain the right to abridge my work and to continue to publish it not just for one year, but till they decide to let it go out-of-print.
And in the meanwhile, they are going to charge sub-licensing fees to any publisher who decides to publish the story again, including, hypothetically, my own anthology!
Love and Lust in Singapore is a collection of stories from some of the best known Singaporean writers.
I feel quite honoured, because I am such a beginner in comparison with some of the much published authors and poets in the anthology.
I have heard of people drinking or smoking to get into the mood, some set music, each person has a different writing routine, addiction. They have on days and off days in their writing. I can’t call yesterday an ideal “on” day for me, but the chocolate salvaged it from being an “off” day.
And I recommend this book for everyone, writers, and non. Great way to pass away ten minutes, an hour, a day, a week lazing and writing. I learned a new Italian verb, Oziare: to laze around, and I think “oziare” with this book is the best thing I could do for myself.
For the first few minutes, he kept perfectly still, as if he were still in that tiny packet where he could barely turn around. And then the aquarium was lit up by flashes of cerulean, aquamarine, cobalt, topaz, plum as he flashed about, his long fins trailing him, making him look much bigger than he really is.
A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream.