Very few things in the past weeks have been worth cheering about as I try to recover from burnout, and stay at home amid the coronavirus (controlled, but very much present) in Singapore.
Then, You Beneath Your Skin hit the Amazon top 10 in a category or two, and that wasn’t so bad. There’s other potential news I can’t talk about yet, but the best bit is that I’m writing again.
Not big things. Tiny flash pieces. And it is this that keeps me going. The small beginnings and tiny endings.
On my balcony there’s a tiny bittergourd plant that sprouted all by itself and now has the run of a small thatch I’d made for another creeper that died. I was traveling for more than a month, and upon my return I discovered among all the greenery in the thatch, a perfectly ripened deep yellow bittergourd. No one had noticed it in my absence.
The next morning, I found the thick bittergourd body burst open, its seeds glistening in the sunlight like plastic rubies from a toy princess wardrobe.
And that’s what writing is, gifts that come unbidden and lie there, perfectly commonplace, in a moment of uncommon grace.
In other news, I’m speaking with Yolanda Renee on her beautiful blog, about writing, and among other things, my addiction to butter. (Yeah, you read that right. Can’t keep my grubby hands off butter!) Every time I sit down to write, I head off to the kitchen, hack off some butter, soften it under the grill for 20 seconds and gulp down this melty-golden-salty slice of heaven. And then, the writing flows easy.
What has your week been like? What does writing mean to you? Any unlikely addictions you’d like to confess to?
“You Beneath Your Skin,” published by the fab team at Simon and Schuster IN is making its way into the world.
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