I started writing this but went with another post instead so now I’m back to this post but now the books I said I was reading are books I have already so. So.


Let’s begin again. I am currently reading too many books at the same time but I got hit by this sense of transience last night, especially where life and living are concerned. So I’m going to gorge on words while I still can because, you guys, thing change so easily and quickly.

There are the titles I’m reading:

  1. The Clothing of Books – Jhumpa Lahiri
    This is a musing on book covers and not especially startling or insightful. However, I really like Lahiri’s writing and her style comes across even in this translated form (she wrote this originally in Italian). I should finish this quite soon since it’s a tiny little book.
  2. 100 Works of Art That Will Define Our Age – Kelly Grovier
    Well, I reckon this should have been 100 Works of Art that Will Define Our Age In My Opinion by Kelly Grovier because art is subjective and what she thinks is not necessarily absolute and unanimous. You know what I mean? I’m no art connoisseur but my friend is and reading out of your comfort zone is always a good thing, right?
  3. The Impossible Fairy Tale by Han Yujoo
    This is incredibly bleak and not going to lie, difficult to read because of this bleakness. So far, I haven’t yet found any verve in the prose. I am only at 29 pages though and I will plough through this because I feel it will be more profound as a whole than midway through or in parts.
  4. Good Immigrant by Nikesh Shukla
    I have yet to start this but it’s on the list because I intend to quite shortly.
  5. The Unquiet Dead by Ausma Zehanat Khan
    I know Ausma from Twitter and I have always intended to read this. I’m only one chapter in but so very intrigued.
  6. Saints and Misfits by S. K. Ali
    Sajidah is also a friend and I have been wanting to read this book for a while. I’m about five pages in and yep, I see how important this book is going to be.
  7. Sacrifice by Cindy Pon
    My library took forever to process this. I put it on hold last August so it has been a while. Stone and Skybright. I’m not sure if they’re going to be OTP but I have hopes. And well…I want Skybright to come into her own. I’m curious.
  8. Culture & Imperialism by Edward Said
    It’s so important in this time and age to be aware and educated and I’ve always meant to read more Said. I’m reading this super slowly because it’s very dense and requires attention to parse through and understand. So like 5 pages/day. I will finish it one day, iA.
  9. A Crown of Wishes – Roshani Chokshi
    Roshani’s prose is so beautiful. I’m enjoying this immensely so far.


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April Reading Wrap Up

April was a time of tumult and madness. Not really. It was just not my favourite month but it has passed and I read a lot of good books.

They are:

  1. A Short History of Fantasy by Farah Mendlesohn
  2. Paper Girls vol. 1 – Brian K. Vaughan
  3. Paper Girls vol. 2 – Brian K. Vaughan
  4. The Cold Eye – Laura Ann Gilman
  5. Underground – Haruki Murakami
  6. Animal Ark – Kwame Alexander
  7. Colette’s Lost Pet – Isabel Arsenault
  8. Take It As a Compliment – Maria Stoian
  9. The Gauntlet – Karuna Riazi
  10. NewsPrints – RuXu
  11. Arabella of Mars – David D. Levine
  12. A Perilous Undertaking – Deanna Raybourn
  13. Heartstone – Elle Katharine White
  14. Fuzzy, Furry Hat – Etienne Delessert
  15. Do Not Bring Your Dragon to the Library – Julia Gassman
  16. Miss Muffet or What Came After – Marilyn Singer
  17. Shrill – Lindy West
  18. Dear Ijeawele – Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
  19. Reflections – Diana Wynne Jones
  20. The Door in the Alley – Adrienne Kress
  21. Dream Fossil – Satoshi Kon
  22. Compass South – Hope Larson
  23. The Island – Alison Croggon (short story)
  24. Cast in Flight – Michelle Sagara

This Is Me

I do not know why I choose this night out of all nights to unburden myself on this page but here I am. Knowing I will regret baring myself to the world almost as soon as I press the post button.

And yet, here I am. Unable to stop writing because keeping these words inside will hurt more than letting them out.

When I was in grade five or class five as we call it in Fiji, I got diagnosed with psoriasis. It started in one spot. On the back of my upper arm. I had no idea what it meant and why the doctor looked so sombre when he told my dad what that spot was. I didn’t understand what incurable meant.

That December, (in Fiji we get our summer holidays in December), the government cut off the water supply intermittently so my family was often at the river to do laundry. I spent a lot of time outside in the sun and just before school started, all these bumps appeared all over my skin. I still had no idea what lay in wait for me.

In the following months I had the first outbreak of the skin disease. I was given strong pills that I needed weekly blood tests for; I spent countless hours in the dimly lit corridors in the hospital in Lautoka with either my mom or dad waiting for some blank faced doctor to call my name. And school? I couldn’t go; I was a girl on the way to becoming a monster and refused to show my face in public.

I started grade six late but managed to have a wonderful year despite the fact that I wasn’t a prefect and all my friends were. The psoriasis had retreated to some extent and I could go back to being a kid. I think I almost forgot about it as busy as I was sprouting breasts, studying for exams, and memorizing oratory speeches.

Then high school started and with it the psoriasis returned. It was still okay; the school uniform allowed for long sleeves and a scarf was obligatory so I could pretend I was normal. That I had skin.

Have you ever imagined longing to wear short sleeves with the kind of desperation one has for water on hot days? A time when your greatest desire was to wear your hair up with your neck bared–a luxury. When everyone had skin and yours just didn’t work the same way and you didn’t know why.

When I was in form four or grade ten, the disease ravaged my face. That year I learned never to raise my eyes, to never meet anyone else’s gaze because I couldn’t handle the disgust, pity or a mixture of both I was sure I’d find there. I fielded questions with a determined smile and a flippant attitude while inside I shriveled.

I remember when the dermatologist said in perhaps what he thought was a kindly tone that I must be worried about marriage with my skin disease. My world screeched to a halt. Until he told me so, I had never considered that I was undesirable even with my skin a mess. I was smart. I was funny. I was sixteen.

I still can’t meet my eyes in the mirror and having someone else take pictures of me feels like violence is being done to me. In this age of selfies, I can manipulate camera angles until the image reflected satisfies me and I can pretend for a little while that I look like that.

I know that a lot of people who don’t suffer from intense form of psoriasis will not be able to understand the trauma of it. Who will reduce its impact or trivialize the effect it had on me.

I speak about it right now because as I grew up, I learned to like myself despite my skin. My journey isn’t complete and I won’t lie that there aren’t times when I don’t feel more monster than girl.

But I can’t be the only person in the world who feels this way so this is for the girls who hate looking in mirrors because the reflection feels like a lie. You may not feel it but you are beautiful.

You are smart. You are brave. You matter. I matter. No matter the skin you wear.

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On Writing: Figuring Out Your MC

Every writer has their M.O but if there is one advice I am going to give (and you know, if you think I am worth taking advice from), I would tell you to know your MC character factually at least before you start writing their story.

You may think this would be obvious but you would be surprised. I am not saying that you have to know the colour of their eyes or their physical measurements (which you do) but that you have to engage with your MC on a deeper level.

A person is the combination of nature and nurture. Their landscapes shape them as much as the people around them do. So have a conversation with your MC before you start writing their story. What’s their favourite colour? What’s their deepest fear? What flavour of ice cream do they prefer? Sometimes what they don’t like is more revealing than what they do.

Are they afraid of the dark? If yes, then why? Is there a childhood trauma or incident? Do they have any triggers? There’s no reason your main character cannot be as complex and layered as a person.

Chances are, figuring out your protagonist will give you insights into the story you are writing. So open a word doc or a fresh notebook and have that conversation with your MC. Write your notes. Watch them grow and come to life before you. It’s a grand feeling when they do.



So I finished the last batch of books I was reading (and then some) and since it is a Friday night and I have nothing better to do than talk books, here I am. Talking about books.

I really need a social life.


For The Wild Ones, I’m reading:

  1. Shrill by Lindy West
    And oh, I have been through many of the things she’s writing. Lindy, I feel you. Not always mind you, but most of the times.
  2. Take It As A Compliment – Maria Stoian
    Oh man, this is going to be so painful. I have only read the first 10 pages but already teared up.
  3. Culture and Imperialism by Edward Said
    Okay so this is not strictly for The Wild Ones but I have been meaning to read this for a while so I may as well use this time to make a serious dent in it. I’m learning so much but the reading is slow. I should finish this sometime this year. Hehe. He’s accessible and interesting though.

My girl Runa’s book finally got to me so I’m reading:

  1. The Gauntlet by Karuna Riazi.
    And it is so wonderful I want to eat the words. Yep.

And finally, I’m also reading this collection of short stories:

  1. Wicked Wonders by Eileen Klages

I get the sense that Klages is somewhat a big deal in the short story genre though I haven’t come across her before this collection. I’m super enjoying the collection though so it’s my loss.

What are you guys reading?

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March Reading Wrap Up

I accomplished a number of things in March. One, I finished the first draft of The Fire Within. Two, I read 22 books. I’m quite pleased with myself. Of course the high number is due to the many picturebooks read but still, achievements are achievements.

(I also re-caught a cough so there’s that.)

Here are the titles I read:

  1. I’m Judging You – Luvvie Ajayi
  2. A Curious Land – Susan Muaddi Darraj
  3. The Lonely Hearts Hotel – Heather O’Neill
  4. The Road Home – Katie Cotton
  5. Pandora – Victoria Turnbull
  6. If My Love Were a Fire Truck – Luke Reynolds
  7. Princess Cora and the Crocodile – Laura Amy Schlitz
  8. Lint Boy – Aileen Liejten
  9. This Is How We Do It – Matt LaMothe
  10. Real Friends – Shannon Hale
  11. The Bear and the Nightingale – Katharine Arden
  12. bone – Yrsa Daly-Ward
  13. Wires and Nerve vol 1 – Marissa Meyer
  14. Cigarette Girl – Masahiko Matsumoto
  15. How to Find a Fox – Nilah Magruder
  16. Puss and Boots – Ayano Imai
  17. Dream Big, Princess – Andrea Posner-Sanchez
  18. Lila and the Crow – Gabrielle Grimard
  19. The Last of August – Brittany Cavallaro
  20. FukuFuku – Kanata Konami
  21. Seventh Day – Yu Hua
  22. Questions for Ada – Ijeoma Umebinyuo
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On Writing: A New W.I.P and A New Method to my Madness

I took some time off between restarting the job search (erghhh) and finishing the first draft of The Fire Within. Just one week. And realized that I am most happy whenever I’m writing. I miss being sunk into a different work, miss my characters, and miss their lives. No matter how much I whine and whinge (sorry), writing is what makes me happiest. It only took me 33 years to make this realization. Heh.

So I decided to start a new WIP.


So this new WIP is inspired by Peter Pan in exciting ways and I’m super keen to begin it except you know, I’m kinda still working out the structure. Somewhat.

I mean, also, the story.

The actual meat of it. The thing that will make people invest their emotions and care and right now, it’s really too early to say. So, like fungus, I’m in my absorptive stage. I’m going to read and read and read and see what I can come with.

This will be my 4th novel and I have learned that each one requires a different method, i.e. what works for one probably will not work for another. This one in particular is totally experimental and unconventional which is exciting but at the same time requires a lot of thinking.

Anyway, so I have decided to create a reading list for The Wild Ones. So far, I have read:

  1. Bone – Yrsa Daly-Ward
  2. I’m Judging You – Luvvie Ajayi
  3. Here We Are – Kelly Jensen
  4. A Bestiary – Lily Hoang
  5. The Geek Feminist Revolution – Kameron Hurley

More titles to be added as I read them.