In Between Worlds

What I Am When I Am (NOT) With You:
here.

Breaking Nuts: My Nose Tells A Story:
here.

I hate to do this... But I have to change the posting frequency of Of Oysters, Pearls And Magic to once a month (if I am lucky, twice a month). I just do not have the luxury to post that frequently.

As for The Book Of Phoenii, the same: very occasionally.

They often come in droves, in groups or in pairs. Men, women, young and old – they walk down the paths with tools in their hands, shielding their eyes from the glare of the sun and fanning themselves from the heat. They often pick their way through the over-grown weeds – the la lang, the Cupid’s Shaving Brush and the love grass – and search for that one particular grave stone with the looks of lost drivers or lost travelers.
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Check out this page by Crossed Genres: Post A Story For Haiti. Free fiction by sff writers - and if you like it, please donate generously.

For me, it's Doctors Within Borders: DONATE.

And edit, of course.

1. My Nanowrimo 2009 werewolves-in-Singapore novel.
2. A YA novel about fairies and teenagers.
3. Steampunk-ish stories.
4. And the odd human condition story.

Legal deposit to NLB (National Library Board of Singapore) sent and received. Now I am in their system.

Mulling over a few things about my writing and how it might reflect existing bias and prejudices.

Well, that's how it felt like today: Busy busy busy.

We attended Cub's orientation session at her new primary school (elementary school, for US folks) in the afternoon. It was quite overwhelming, in a good sort of way. The school is an all-girls' school, established by the Canossian Sisters. Neat, tidy, well-managed, with clear instructions for the hordes of parents arriving. We met her future form teacher (teacher-in-charge) and she struck me as a nice lady.

After a slew of talks by the principal and the sister in charge of pastoral care, it was a controlled rush to get the papers done, her uniform bought, her school books purchased (and they had them nicely-packed in a box!) and extra curricular activities looked at. She was interested in archery and wrote her name down on the list.

I don't believe I actually volunteered for the Parent Support Group (!!!!).

And I am amazed that my little girl is now going to primary school. I remember her as a wrapped-up peanut, sleeping contentedly. Now she is SIX. Many thanks to the folks who have followed her development from day one. I really appreciate your love and concern.

Dot smiled at everyone she met. She is such a cheerful baby. :)

And I caught up with baka_neko, chibiporn, anarch_kitty and harlzen. It was great talking about the JAFWA days and fandom. We have all moved out of that period now.

Now to relax and write, with rose tea and Greek honey and gingerbread cookies. There is a pleasant coolness in the air and I feel like snuggling up with my throw around me.

Didn't take off: the blah.

Clearly has talent... but is awkward: the so-so.

Dry: the dry.

Bad: bad bad bad.

Bland: Bland.

Well, let me just say that English is my first language.

And they hardly touched Phoenix With A Purpose.

On Smashwords: here. Also links to Lulu where you can get it in print.

On RPGnow: here.

Wave Fourteen effectively concludes the web-novella: Part I and Part II.

If you like the novella and want to see it continued, please donate or give feedback. :)