Why I Started Medium
I want to blog. Not necessarily about my life, not about what is going on or what I am doing with it, but to document my thoughts. To track my progress with life instead.
We often say how we are always changing but I myself have not really been able to pin point exactly the reason for it.
But I guess the bigger question is “why only now?”
While I have wondered why I didn’t start earlier or wished I had, it boils down to my purpose. It would have been nice to see the growth…
My second 2000 word assignment is due tomorrow night.
I handed the first one just last week.
It was not easy. And this isn’t any easier.
And not only because they’re of different styles of writing, it’s the flow. It’s the ‘where do I go from here’ kind of thing. Sounds like a writer’s block, huh? It sure as hell is eventhough I rather not admit it. Because I can write. I am writing right now, aren’t I? But only because I am procrastinating doing that assignment. And I am trying to get over that block by free writing. Also…
I just want to remember this boring, but hard, day.
It’s boring because it’s what my normal Thursday night would look like. No big disruptions, no dramatic event. It’s just this same day but at a level higher. A normal day would be beginner, a breeze, I had that on Monday I think. But today was a solid level 7 out of 10. Not boss mode yet, but one close enough to leave me battered mentally.
I woke up as usual at 8. Physically. My mind was up only at 8.45 in the shower. By 9 I was already shutting…
The first thing we had to do in class was write.
Write about what we hear when we closed our eyes.
I hear the sound of the fan working hard blowing out air from the aircon and yet I still feel warm as ever.
Indeed, that is my short mouthful writing for the exercise. Amazing. What I should have written upon revision (we did not share it):
I hear the fan. It’s working hard, blowing out air from the vent. Yet, heat radiates off me and a trickle of sweat goes down my spine.
Shorter sentences. More imagery. …
I’m relieved. Let me tell you why as I write this on the train home. And then park it in drafts and post it when I’m home.
Remember my intend to write about an ekphrastic portrait by responding to an Instagram Story about Reading Rumi by Zirrar?
I had to ask. It was only right, right? May Allah bless this humble human.
Anyway, I did just that. But funny story, as usual, I did it an hour before class started high on iced black coffee at the cafe in school while listening to a Naruto Lofi mix. Pumped? No, I…
We just had the 6th class and I am only updating about the 2nd. And honestly I can’t remember what went on during the classes anymore. I’m just here to chuck my writings down here, so here goes.
The assignment to bring was to write about the place outside of the room we wrote in the 1st class. To write about the history, some sort, about Singapore, and tell a story with it.
I actually seem to have written out a passage a day before. But I remember doing my writing on the phone while having lunch with a friend.
I told the class the writings were all in my head. Yo…
See, we were supposed to do a 500 word piece to bring to class so it can be looked over. But it was only in class just now that I had a clearer picture of what I was supposed to write. Not that was any excuse since everyone else wrote something. You can’t edit a blank page. But my lame excuse was excused. I did share something anyway.
And hey, it’s almost 2 AM but I wanted to get this out right after class so I would only…
CNF, Creative Non-Fiction, is part of the Research & Methods module. The first 4 weeks were classes on Academic Writing. What is an abstract, what type of research to do, how to end the thesis yada, yada.
The fun starts in week 5 where we have to lump what we have learned in all those weeks (huh, I actually have to look at the slides to remember) and make sense of it as a Creative Writing (CW) student. Simply said, my thesis has to be relevant to CW.
The lecturer is once again Dr. P, and before I go into…
The first class in ‘Story’ module was held on Thursday via Zoom.
I hardly remembered much from the lesson other than the disrupted connection through Zoom and freezing screens, so I will get straight to the writing exercises.
The first one actually took me by surprise because it was kind of immediate. When I went in (slightly late), everyone had introduced themselves on their background and why they wanted to join the program. And I guess part of introducing yourselves is introducing your writing. You get to know more about a person through their writings too. …