Little House in Segamat

I’ve been thinking of writing a personal memoir that has a house I lived in as a child as its centre. Although I lived in 281 Jalan Pawang for only eight years (from age three to eleven), this house had a huge impact on my life and my imagination, and it continues to be a source of inspiration in my writing.

This blog post describes the house in terms of it being haunted. It’s what comes up most frequently when my sisters and I reminisce about living there, but of course it was much more than that. Those years I lived at 281 were definitely the happiest of my childhood. My best friend lived across the street; we had a large beautiful garden filled with flowering shrubs and fruit trees; my mother’s siblings and their families, and my grandmother (before she died, when I was eight) and great-grand mother came to us for large, loud and merry reunions every Christmas and Chinese New Year; there was even one morning when I looked out the window and saw a pony in the garden.

I’m going to push myself to work on this. My tendency is to think about writing for a long time (years even) before even putting down a single word, but I don’t have time to wait. I would like this book to be written before I turn seventy. Is that too ambitious?

And I’m Back!

I didn’t miss being away while I was away — I needed the break — but I am now ready to blog again, and I am excited.

As before, I’ll be mostly writing about books and reading, but other things will creep in.

In November, I will be joining NaNoWriMo. I won’t be writing a novel though, just using it to motivate me to work on my next project and reach a decent wordcount. I did finish writing a novel in August, and writing it was necessary because it showed me how it shouldn’t be written. Truly, I would not have seen what doesn’t work otherwise. So, not an total waste. I will be returning to it, but from a different angle. Let’s see how it goes.

I struggled somewhat with reading last year. My depression had never affected my reading before, but I had a longer than usual depressive phase last year that stretched to early this year, and it was hard for me to stay focused, which is so important for reading. Thankfully, I’m reading and enjoying books once again.

A few days ago, I reached my 2020 reading goal of fifty books. It’s a good number considering how addicted I am to social media. I have started making a list for next year, but my real goal is to read more thoughtfully and attentively. I should also spend less time on my phone. But blogging is good. Blogging is writing, which I want to do more of.

We are two days from November and soon it will be 2021. Let’s hope for a better year next year.