Category Archives: Creative Writing
Keep writing
Sometimes I surprise myself. Especially when I look back on the things I wrote in my paper journal or blog entries. The emotions, the opinions.. even short stories I write during my free time – if read once more makes me feel like I’m reading someone else’s work.
To be a profesional writer was never a proper ambition. After all, I do have a proper job. I am happy enough to write in a blogosphere and entertain myself or readers if any, with my mini crap here and there.
Plus when you write, you have to look up to great writers and take example. I mean, how do you compete with those who are able to create a stand-alone world in their head. Filled with characters described in great detail right from their physical traits to their personalities! The Harry Potter series was amazing enough and then we have Game of Thrones and The Hunger Games! Not to mention world of Hobbits and Twilights! Amazing brains I have to say. It does make me wonder at times – if say, I quit my job and become a fulltime writer, do I have the potential to force my brain to create at least a storyline in our modern world?
Yet I have perfect examples around me who made it to the publishing world. Normal, ordinary people like you and me. I guess if one have the passion for whatever he/she is doing, anything is possible. For the time being.. keep writing.
The Drive
“Driving is a spectacular form of amnesia. Everything is to be discovered, everything to be obliterated”
Jean Baudrillard
My attempt at doodling. Heh.
Dream Diary : Quest for the furry coat, with a price!
“It was a dark and stormy nightmare”
Neil Gaiman
This post is tagged Dream Diary
I left Baby Zeeq in the care of someone I know (but couldnt recall who). We were living in an unknown era but full of mystique creatures for I remembered seeing an ogre somewhere in my dream. It was a cold, frosty winter . Though Snow Queen did not make a cameo appearance, I had a feeling that my mission was to bethrone her.
And to do that I needed to find this brown, furry, thick coat.
It was a very mixed up journey. First I was in the woods and suddenly I was in the bustling heart of KL until God knows for how many hours.. I finally reached my friends home, Mimie. Miraculously, she had what I was looking for.
Then, everything was fast forwarded. Without a glimpse of any scenes after that.
All of a sudden, it was already summer. [wow, that was a long journey] and it was time to take Baby Zeeq back from the carer. What I saw next brought me to tears, Baby Zeeq was in his cradle but hung on the edge of the window under the blazing sun. His face was scorched from the sunny heat and he had the worst diaper rash ever.
I was shocked. Frustrated. Disappointed. For I know I would never ever put Baby Zeeq in this misery ever. I confronted the carer (who had no face) and all the carer could do was shrug the shoulders. And this was supposed to be someone I know!!!
The next thing I knew I woke up and straight away checked on Baby Zeeq. The dream was a terrible one but Im just glad that he is alive and cute . As always..
Minci Moss 