Some of you may be aware that I’ve been working on a Webtoon/webcomic with a friend.
At 5 parts, Maybe Psychic is now complete. You can check it out here or search us up in the Webtoon app. If you have an account it would be great if you can support us with a like or a comment 🙂
Blurb for Maybe Psychic:
‘All I have is two things. My name is Jonah, and I am a psychic.’
Jonah wakes to find his memories gone while helping his client find his missing niece. He doesn’t remember how to be a psychic, but his client is insistent, and well, it wouldn’t hurt to try, right?
It’s day 5 of NaNoWriMo. I haven’t started writing for today yet, but so far, I think I’m doing ok.
It’s actually been a pleasure to be able to write a bunch of words without needing to care about quality. Not sure if I’m using the right word? Just write whatever I feel it might be and move on. Need to transition between scenes? Just brush it over with a few words (or a few hundred words. Gotta hit that word count).
I find that I’m doing a lot of discovery at the moment. Especially of my characters. The caring, motherly character I planned in my head, after I start putting her on paper, turns out to have a mischievous, sadistic streak who loves teasing interesting reactions out of people. The character I was considering taking out of the story is turning into quite the worrywart, worrying over things I originally thought the motherly character would worry about.
By the end of this mad exercise, I may only keep a quarter of what I write, or maybe even less, but I’m excited to see what gems I’ll find under all the nonsense l’ll be writing just to fill the word count.
All the best to everyone participating in NaNoWriMo. And remember. It doesn’t matter what you write, just that you do.
In this world you will face troubles and tough times, but do not worry, for I am with you. I have placed tools in your life and positioned people in your path to help you. Listen to wise advice, and turn away from those who seek to pull you down.
Like gold refined in fire, these tough times will strengthen and perfect your character. Rest in me and give me your burdens. I will not give you more than you can handle.
Loving you in every moment,
I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world. ~John 16:33
Not long ago, I celebrated my birthday with a party, and it was a day of warm, fuzzy feelings.
I am blessed to have family and friends willing to take the time to help make the party happen.
I am blessed to have friends willing to take the time to celebrate me.
I am blessed to have friends who care and know me enough to give me gifts I would actually love to use.
I’m recording this here because it’s easy to feel blessed and loved now while the memory is fresh, but there will be darker days in the future. Days when I think:
No one cares about me.
God has forgotten me.
When that happens, I can look back to this and remember that I am so loved, by people and by God.
If you have moments like this, I encourage you to write them down, because it’s easy to forget the good times when you need them most.
For the Chinese, Chinese New Year is a time where extended families gather together from all around the world, and friends and relatives visit each other.
Which means kids. And this set of kids I ended up with one day wanted to play Monopoly.
There were six of us, so we randomly split into three groups of two. Already, we had an issue. Someone wanted to team with someone else. Fortunately, no one else actually cared, so it didn’t become a big deal.
So we distributed the money, chose our tokens, and started the game. It was pretty normal, other then the fact that theth kids had trouble remembering whose turn it was (maybe that, too, is normal). One team was super unfortunate, but they didn’t fuss much, which was great. One team that had a lot of money actually decided not to buy a house when they could because they would ‘lose money’.
After some time, one kid introduced the rule that people could ‘cheat’ if they give all the teams 1000 Monopoly money (bribery!). In this case, it let the rich team get a hotel straightaway for their property. But that wasn’t all. They rolled a special red dice to get a ‘3’, and that let them roll four times in a row during their turn for the rest of the game.
The rest of the game kinda fell apart some time afterwards. I don’t remember who won. I left when they said they would start counting to see who won. I’m pretty sure they didn’t really do it in the end though.
National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) is a challenge where writers around the aim to write 50k words in November (30 days). A common way to break 50k words down into more manageable daily chunks is to use the formula 50 000 words/30 days = 1667 words/day.
I don’t do that. Not because I want to be different, but because I know there will be days where I can’t write a word, either because of writer’s block or because life gets in the way. Instead, I go by a combination of these two formulae:
50 000/20 = 2500 words/day + 10 off days
50 000/25 = 2000 words/day + 5 off days
My goal every day is to write between 2k to 2.5k words, which would give me more leeway to take breaks during the month if I need it. Just in case, it would also be great if I can write about 500 words even on the ‘off days’. Anything to buffer the bad days when I can’t put anything on paper.
That’s it for day 1 of NaNoWriMo. I happened to have a day off today, but still couldn’t hit 2.5k. Not great. But I did hit 2k, so not a bad start.
Sigh. If I only I can count this blog in my word count.
Today’s word count: 2147
If you have been keeping up with my posts in the past few days, you would have noticed that unlike my usual one-shots, these posts are all parts of the same, continuous story.
There’s a reason for that.
One of my goals for October is to create a multi-chapter story. I didn’t have anything planned when I set that goal. I just thought that I had a whole month to think about it.
At the same time, to help me post something every day, I’ve been writing posts inspired by daily prompts.
So, what has happened so far this month is that I, in the process of responding to these prompts, am crafting a longer story than usual. I have a general idea of what kind of story I want to write, but I don’t know exactly what would happen until I’ve seen the prompt of the day.
It’s pretty exciting.
As of this writing, I am nine posts into the story, which is enough for me to finally give this cluster of posts a title: Mission Gone Wrong.
Navigating the different posts could be pretty confusing, so here’s a list for easy reference.
- Collecting Duty
- Leap of Faith
- Good News, Bad News
- Foolish Boy
- Unrealised Potential
- Questions and Reasons
- Injured Parties
- Flattery for Hillary
- Promise Me This
- Just Keep Walking
- Cursed Blessing
- New Member
- Team Meeting
- Troubleshooting Theo
And that’s a wrap. Hope you enjoy the story 🙂
When people say they are ‘lucky’, it’s usually a good thing, like winning a lottery. But I’ve always wondered, what about bad luck? Isn’t that luck too? By that logic, someone who is truly ‘lucky’ would have had both good luck and bad luck intertwined.
Like what happened to me a while ago.
Good luck – I rushed to train station and barely caught the train.
Bad luck – The train I caught was experiencing a disruption, so we had to take replacement buses.
Worse luck – The buses were there, but none of them were moving, and quite a large crowd had gathered waiting for those buses.
Worst luck – When the buses finally started operating, there were so many people I couldn’t squeeze in, so I had to stay behind and wait for the next bus.
Good luck – As the last bus left, we received news that the train was back on track, so we could just go back to the platform and wait for the train, which would be faster than taking a bus.
Bad luck – I was late to work anyway.
Good luck – It didn’t matter.
? luck – If I had missed the train, I could have skipped this confusing event completely.
Not long ago, a cousin’s wedding brought my extended family together, and I had the chance to hang out with my three youngest cousins, aged around 4 to 9. One of the things we did together was to play hide and seek in a park.
I was the first seeker, so I dutifully counted down and pretended not to hear their squeals as they scrambled to their hiding spots. The moment I finished, I turned around. The first thing I saw was my youngest cousin crouched under the slide, in plain view, with the largest grin on her face. Well, she’s still pretty young, so it’s ok if she didn’t really grasp what we were doing
A few seconds after that, the oldest cousin jumped out from his hiding place and dashed for the to the toilet. That was fine too. Better not ignore nature’s call just for a simple game.
As for the last cousin… My youngest cousin led me straight to him.
She wasn’t the only one to do so. In the next few rounds, if I found one, I’d basically found all three, because those who had been found would lead me straight to everyone else.
So, for those wanting to play hide and seek with kids, here’s a tip: Don’t just hide from the seeker. Hide from everyone else too.
I took a few classes in anatomy in uni where I learnt a lot of very practical stuff (how can I not? It’s about this human body I use day in day out). Part of the syllabus was learning the many, many ways fetal development could go wrong.
They range from not too bad (having the heart on the right instead of the left), to deadly (not having a brain at all. It’s pretty gruesome picture).
Then I look at myself, and I have no such problems. I (and many others in the world) have dodged all kinds of these dangers before we were even born. It’s like an untold epic battle of survival, right in our mothers’ womb.
For some of us, the victory isn’t as flawless, with battle scars that can be life threatening, superficial, or just downright bizarre. But even if we’re missing limbs or have extra limbs, we’re still alive, and technology is on the quest to fix everything and anything.
What’s the point of this post?
I don’t really know, to be honest. It’s just something that struck me while I was in class looking at all the different ways my body could have betrayed me.