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  • If you were paying attention, you might remember in Oct 2020, I had given up on the idea of writing another book on being single. “I would just blog about it,” I wrote to you all. I mentioned my dilemma to a writer friend, and she said, “You can write about being single. Just end there. Your current dating life and what happens next doesn’t have to be in this
  • I am stuck. My writing for the second memoir is messy, incoherent, and fragmented. I am still searching for that solid backbone that would run through the book on Being Single. “I am very happy living my life as a single! And what’s what I want to talk about.” I said to Wendy while we were hiking. “Why then are you dating?” Wendy asked. “I am open to meeting someone
  • Even though the writing journey is done when the memoir was published on May 30, 2019, Becoming Whole the book has taken on a life of its own. Since day one, I heard from many friends and family near and far who all bought and read my book. The support I received is incredible. Not only did they buy and read it, they thought the book is pretty good. The
  • Jane Austen famously wrote: It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. What about the single woman? Let’s talk about this single woman: me.  At forty-five, I am single and childless. I can’t decide if I want a man in my life or not. Obviously, I would want a man who is right for me
  • My experience with schizophrenia affected my thinking. For Kurt, his body took surprise breaks giving up on him as frequently as every other day. His college days were heartbreaking. Becoming an independent adult and looking for a job with a pre-existing condition was tough. I can’t imagine how he survived through all that. Kurt’s memoir is inspirational; I could not put this book down once I started. Again, I am
  • When I first started writing, I just wrote. I didn’t have any specialized training in English, Literature, or Writing. After a while, I did not feel very productive. That was when I started reading books on writing. I always turn to books when I am stuck. Here are my favorite ones so far. As I am wrapping up my memoir, I am rereading them again.
  • It’s been an incredible journey to write down my experience with schizophrenia and sort through my imperfect thoughts. After writing about it on and off for about 5 years or maybe longer, at the most, I had about 65,000 words. I googled “how many words in a memoir” and found out that I just barely made it. My first editor Ben took off about 20,000 words while I was still
  • Iceland is a place where it has not yet been disturbed by human beings. People to horses is three to one. There are not that many trees but plenty of lava rocks. It’s possible to see glaciers, volcano, black beaches, and waterfalls within one day . My favorite spot was the Blue Lagoon which is a geothermal spa.  Chasing northern lights was as fun as seeing it! (Unfortunately, I have
  • “It should always be remembered that the behavior of persons with schizophrenia is internally logical and rational: they do things for reasons that, given their disordered senses and thinking, makes sense to them!” -Torrey, E. Fuller. Surviving Schizophrenia. 1983. Page 49. “The ideas I had about supernatural beings came to me the same way that my mathematical ideas did. So I took them seriously.” -John Forbes Nash Jr. *~*~*~*~* My friend
  • I have seen some videos online that try to show what it’s like to hear voices. Often, the videos show someone doing something while recorded voices shout out words. In my experience, the voices sounded just like from real people and not just a recording. They sounded three dimensional. They were not random phrases but specific to what I was doing. Other than not having a physical presence, they almost
  • I love reading about someone else’s life, to learn and experience life through another mind and heart. Here are my five favorite memoirs from the last six months. Educated by Tara Westover I learned how to be an adult through my family. Growing up, my father made sure that I did not have to worry about anything but just being a happy kid. I had a loving home. I was
  • Today it snowed. She checked her watch again, not wanting to be late for the doctor’s appointment. In a small conference room, she looked out of the window as a men talked on. His voice hummed in the background. For a second, she thought she smelled the fresh air through the glass window. The snow was like powdered sugar spilled from a jar, fine and sweet, however, lighter than sugar,
  • In the last week of the year, I finally have the guts to call myself a writer, a label that I had been very hesitant to give to myself. Instead of a writer, I called myself “writer-wannabe” or “scribbler.” I hold quotes like “don’t be a writer, be writing” to heart, using them not only as inspiration to keep writing but also as excuses to avoid clearly defining a part

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