There’s been a long silence on this blog, not because I haven’t been eating and reading books, but because I’m almost done writing my second novel. I say this with some trepidation because to be honest, I’ve been claiming I’m “almost done” for a while. And all the time, my book keeps getting longer and longer andContinue reading “Late Night Coping Mechanisms”
Everyone has a mistake or two hidden in their closet. Mine just happens to be elephant-sized. A number of people have very kindly (and probably untruthfully) expressed an interest in seeing my ill-fated elephant detective novel. This was the first book that I attempted to write, and it was a disaster.
I’m heading off to NYC today for Page Turner, the Asian American Writers Workshop Festival, and one of the things that has stumped me as a newbie author is “what do people wear to these things?”
Some foods are so addictive that they raise the suspicion that they’ve been adulterated in some way. Like the 215 restaurants in southwestern China that were shut down by narcotics police for adding opium to their food.
As the publication date of my novel looms ever closer (August 2013), one of the things people have asked about is if I am going on a tour. “What sort of tour?” I said, wondering if I could possibly repeat the first and last time I joined a real sight-seeing tour.
I have now reached the age when I am regularly addressed as “auntie”. Widely used across Asia to refer to a middle-aged lady, this is supposedly a term of respect – or is it?
Since the arrival of our children, my husband has been steadily pushing a variety of child-rearing books on me. Thoughtful, interesting books like Po Bronson’s Nurture Shock, and Brain Rules for Baby. Unfortunately, I haven’t read any of them.
I’ve been thinking very hard about my priorities, and have finally come to the conclusion that what I really, really want is a handsome butler.
I had many good intentions to get some work done when I stumbled upon a blog purportedly written by a cat.
I’ve been having a hard time concentrating all day because the house smells like bacon. This is nobody’s fault but my own, since between bouts of “working” at my computer, I’ve been rushing off to fry batches of bacon.