Alicia Lidwina started writing when she was ten, back when imagination felt like a place you could actually live in. Her first “novel” was fourteen pages long. She finished it with the proud certainty of a child and kept going, as if the act of putting words into shape could become a lifelong habit.
These days, she moves between forms the way some people move between rooms. Novels when she needs a long breath. Prose when she wants precision. Poetry when a feeling refuses to behave. Short stories when she wants to trap a moment before it slips away. No matter the container, she keeps returning to the same fascination: memory, longing, and the soft violence of time. The small distances that appear between people. The quiet decisions we make without realizing they will change us.
Lately, she has been especially drawn to personal essays. They feel like a different kind of honesty. Less architecture, more confession. A place to look directly at the things she usually turns into story, and to admit that sometimes writing does not need to be profound to be true. Sometimes it only needs to exist.
Published Works:
- 3 (Tiga), 2015
- Unspoken Words, 2017
- Maybe Everything, 2018
- Polaris Musim Dingin, 2020
- Celebrating the Fallen Leaves, 2021
Alicia Lidwina 