Size Seven Shoes

I was having a drink with an old friend from my college days the other day, and it got me thinking about this blog. I realise, one of the troubles I have nowadays in maintaining a blog is that I can't seem to decide on a fixed voice from which to write these posts. Whether first or third person, whether fact or fiction, etc. So, I guess, it's time to narrow it down to a definition. This blog shall be purely about writing - its products and processes and everything in between - and perhaps, occasionally about anything related to the arts in general. Hence, for the personal thoughts and life experiences, please hunt me down on Facebook or click your way to my Twitter page. I contemplated deleting previous posts to clear the way for a new direction in this blog, but then again, I thought to myself, let history be, as it is the marker that points us in the right direction, showing us the way forward into the imminent future. So I shall let it be. I hope you'll st...

I wonder if it's just a writer's thing, to face various experiences in life and to think all the while, 'This would be such a good story to tell/write about later on'? Because that's just the sort of thing that keeps running through my head lately. Everything that happens is pretty much a worthy story. I suppose it boils down to how you decide to tell it. One story I'll definitely want put down in words is how I am slowly arriving at a writing profession. It's not all there yet, but I can see such a huge progression from when I first started out right up till now. It's fascinating. I'm one of those kind of people who thinks that the process is just as important - if not more important than - arriving at the desired result. Ever thought of your life as a story before? Did you venture the thought of what it would look like on the big silver screen or the paperback novel? Would it enthrall audiences the world over, or keep readers turning the page...