Working on new things

It’s been nearly a month since there’s any new content posted and I feel obligated to provide an update of sort.

I have recently got myself into a new habit of waking up at 5.15am in the morning to go for a 30 minutes run around my neighbourhood. It has been going on for the past three weeks now and there are multiple reasons. One, I promised myself that I need to be healthy and reduce my stress level. And since I do enjoy running, it’s the best kind of exercise for me. Second, my working hours, especially that of the evening, is unpredictable given my recent change to a new project. And usually by then, I will be too exhausted to exercise. So, a morning run is the best.

I have also signed up for a short Udemy course on Creative Writing and is currently undergoing the lessons.

Next, I also decided to do commercial writing. And no, no money involved just yet. What I meant is that I write for companies, using my technical skills and experience. It’s also a good place for me to start if I need to do writing as a career.

Finally, I’m still working on my novel; still trying to work out the kinks of the first chapter. And I’ll be honest. I’m having a writers block of sort because I recently find myself not feeling passionate about this particular storyline set in the Intertwined Fate universe. Initially I started the project because I felt like I need to do a slightly bigger fiction project before I go to the next level. I’ve tried writing space opera a few years ago and my skills then didn’t allow me to do a good job. That’s why I would be stupid for me to attempt it again.

The sci-fi LGBT-themed short story I wrote previously for the Intertwined Fate universe was a good starting point. You can read the first chapter here. That story was small enough and manageable for me. Furthermore, I felt the passion for it and enjoyed writing it. Now, it’s just really hard for me to find that passion back.

No one cares about your personal journal

Personal journal do not serve anyone but yourself. It’s selfish, possibly self-absorbed writing.


No one cares about what you have for breakfast.

No one cares about what you have for lunch.

No one cares about what you have dinner.

No one cares about your daily life because it’s just like everyone else. Mundane, average, meaningless.

No one cares about how you feel or think about certain things because you are not a celebrity. You are not marketable, sellable or popular.

You are a fucking nobody.

It’s harsh but it’s the truth.

Whatever I have written over the past few months has only one purpose.

It’s to help me.

Help me find my way in life.

Help me understand myself better.

Help me put down my thoughts into words—to set it in stone if you will.

It has another use. It’s to help improve my own writing overall as a friend had noted.

But does it help anyone else? No. Not to my knowledge anyway.

What you should do instead is to write for an audience. Write something that you know about, think about or have tried that will help someone. That’s what it means by being authentic.