#StoryOfMyLife: Lost in Oxford

It was December afternoon. Not late enough to be described as evening, but already dark. As it is in December. My first time visiting Oxford. It was before the days of having GoogleMaps on my phone, days before free roaming. The year was 2012. Feels like a lifetime ago now. I had a simple enough… Continue reading #StoryOfMyLife: Lost in Oxford

#StoryOfMyLife, Writing confessions

Writing a novel: pointless or fulfilling?

It's now been almost 8 months since I put the first words in an empty Word document, which I later named┬áJeremiah and Natasha (which is also the working title of my novel). Fast forward 8 months, and this document has grown to be 136 page, containing 74,000 words, most of which I am proud of.… Continue reading Writing a novel: pointless or fulfilling?