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I somehow made it like a trend not to include the acknowledgements page in my recent books. There is a valid reasoning for that, however, in case anyone thinks that I simply don’t have anyone to thank for. On the contrary, I would much rather post the acknowledgements on my blog instead, out of time…
I’m going to be brutally honest; I never had any intentions of publishing “Polaris Musim Dingin”. It’s true, you can ask my editor about it. It took months for me to let the very idea of publication simmer in my head before I finally relented, and let the book meet its readers.
Tomoki Miyoshi – Winter Journey’s Tale Aimer – Ito I have to admit, I wrote Polaris Musim Dingin so fast that I didn’t have the time to look for songs. For the longest time during the drafting process, I just listened to one song, and it carried me through almost all the scenes I wrote.
My ideal writing day starts at 7 in the morning, and usually happens only during the weekends. The morning routine is not that complicated; I usually wash my face and brush my teeth, apply a light toner and moisturizer to my face, and check my phone for messages as I boil some hot water for…
The other day, I fell face down in a parking lot–ripped my upper lip, chipped off my front teeth, sprained my knee, cracked my phone screen, and dented my laptop. Not even a week after, I fell again–this time hitting the back of my head against the floor. I wouldn’t lie; this has been one…
I don’t really feel like writing today. And that is okay. You see, the thing with having a hobby is that, people start to think that we would enjoy doing it every day and every second of our lives, which is just wrong. Of course there are days when I dread the very thought of…
The other day, I tried something new: I sat completely still for several minutes in the middle of a busy day. No, I wasn’t sleeping, in case you’re wondering. I merely took several minutes to decompress right there on my desk, in-between my bustling schedule. For around ten minutes, my small desk became my solace…
Lately, I feel like life has been throwing me with rocks. Not the literal kind, of course. I meant figurative rocks, which has been causing me a great deal of stress.
Fear is a language everybody speaks. It lingers like a silent whisper in the middle of the night that keeps you awake until daybreak. It awaits in ambush for your vulnerable moments, and hunts you down whenever the chance for first strike arrives. My whole life—I’ve been afraid of so many frivolous things that it…
Alicia Lidwina 