“The year was moving too quickly. Soon it would be Seventh Month. Mother called it ‘Gui Jie’, Hungry Ghost Festival. I was finally getting somewhere with the Dark Claws, with Cedric now working on my side with the threat of expulsion from our clan and a painful death hanging over his head. Leaders of the clans were surfacing names now, and carrying out their own purges. Some, I heard, were just entire sub-clans gone overnight, no questions asked. Drake law. Humanity normally dared not interfere with us. At least we did not continue the tradition of duelling in drake form.”
11 Nov 2016 Leave a comment
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10 Nov 2016 Leave a comment
I weave dragon silk,
the cloth of mermaids
– wave by wave,
thread by thread.
09 Nov 2016 Leave a comment
I watched the US Elections with horror and felt the total despair and terror from my US friends. All I could do was write. I am working on a space opera and these paragraphs feel apt now:
“Ready?” she said. Already the sky lanterns were floating about us, rising up into the night sky. The scene was magical. We lofted our sky lantern up and it began to ascend. We stood close to each other, watching it join its compatriots in the sky. It was courage, it was brilliance, it was our clan’s collective wishes for the new year. It was our howl shining with lights. Heaven would hear it. Heaven would hear our song.
Holding April now, the memory was just nostalgia. No. The memory was power and strength. Our clan would prevail, as it had, for many generations. We would continue to lit sky lanterns for ourselves, if not for our children and descendents. Our lights would grow stronger, brighter. Even if they faded, more would take our place and join the multitude. After all, was hope stronger than despair?
(not a sky lantern, but it gives light in darkness!)
08 Nov 2016 Leave a comment
We stand before a threshold. The earth dares not breathe. Choose wisely, America.
07 Nov 2016 Leave a comment
I can’t wait for Advent, my favorite liturgical season. Waiting, waiting in a month known for honoring the dead and lost souls. The skies darken. Rains are often. The temperature dips a little, as if the tropical island tries to mimick autumn or the coming winter. Indeed, for many, we still follow the lunar calendar, with spring, summer, autumn and winter cycles.
What’s waiting? The lesson of patience. What happens when things don’t happen, or dreams seem very far away? You wait. You plan. You get ready. But at the same time, you conserve your energy, you marshal your strength.
I am impatient. This is a character flaw I acknowledge, and try to change. Indeed, for this Advent, I will wait and learn patience.
05 Nov 2016 Leave a comment
The panel was awesome! We read from our books and answered thought-provoking questions from moderator Lin Xueling ( author of The Island In The Caldera) as well as from the audience.
(from left to right: Lin Xueling (moderator), me, Xie Shi Min (Dragonhearted), Nicholas Yong (Land of The Meat Munchers))
Some take-aways: Things that anchor us to story (Singlish, places we remember, our own cultural traditions etc), writing for an international audience vs writing for local readers, Singaporean literature, diversity, how to market our books to regional countries like Indonesia – translations etc.
Also: Never give up, keep on writing.🙂
Also: Gave away copies of Halcyon Days.
(My eldest’s sketch of us, done in 10 minutes!)
Photo credits: My lovely husband!