English is not my mother tongue.
It is the language I’m most at home with however. I speak three other languages, but English remains my natural medium of expression.
Someone asked me today whether I think in English, and my unthinking, immediate answer was, yes.
But I remembered snatches of other languages from my dreams, and my everyday mundane thoughts. I wonder if I also think in the other languages, and how it affects my fictive dream– the dream-state I slip into when I’m writing?
I find local words strolling into my fiction, whether in Malay, Hokkien, Italian or Hindi, not all of which I speak! I hear those words (or versions of them, till I ask around and find the right ones when editing), and can’t help taking them down– because I don’t make up most of my stories, they happen around me in the movie inside my head, and I try to put it on paper to create another movie in the reader’s head.
I know that most of the audience of this blog speaks English as native tongue, but I also know there are others who do not.
If English isn’t your mother tongue, how do you relate to it as a reader and as a writer? Do you think in the language in which you write? If English is your mother tongue, do you speak any other languages? Have you ever written in them?