Word of the Week #148:


Well, everybody hurts sometimes
Everybody cries

That’s what the guys over at R.E.M. taught us, many many years ago. And everybody heard them, because it does make sense, right?

Unfortunately, they seem to have forgotten to mention that everybody processes the pain in their own ways. I suppose that is why nobody realised that a person can be in pain even if you don’t hear them whining about it.

For years, people have been telling me that I need to discuss my problems, share my pain, express my feelings… And I just cannot understand why.

Empathy? Please. As if I can be understood.
Sympathy? Please. As if I need pity.
Counsel? Not interested.
Perspective? Resolution? Catharsis? I can get that from within, thank you.

You know what I need when I am in pain? Some space, some time. Perhaps some sugary drinks.

You know what I do not need? People encroaching on my space, taking up my time, giving me grief. As if I don’t have enough of it already.

Or, to put it very simply, for all intents and purposes…

Word of the Week #42:


It is almost bizarre, if not simply incorrect, that I have not broached this topic in the past 41 weeks.

But, on the other hand, I have not really been writing, the entire time, so perhaps it does make some sense.

Nonetheless, it is a big part of being a writer. Many would agree it to be a necessary part of being a writer.

We wander the world, we watch, we listen. But one would not write facing a maddening crowd, with a bunch of buddies cheering at every successfully executed metaphor, while that one snippy guy jeered at every clumsy turn of phrase.

You know, it is a great feeling, when you are totally immersed into your work, so much so that you completely lose track of time, inadvertently end up missing your meals, and often forget the entire world around you. It is your own personal cocoon, a blissful oblivion.

It is, however, not perfect.

After all, nobody wants to be alone.

Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous—to poetry. But also, it gives birth to the opposite: to the perverse, the illicit, the absurd.

—Thomas Mann, Death in Venice and Other Tales

Word of the Week #15:

A little of the promotional stuff, before we dive into the post… I hope you don’t mind…

Arrkaya: Origins, coming soon…


Not to be confused with Stationery, okay… It can happen, and when it does, your dear friends would make your life a living hell…

And no, I do not speak from experience…

You know, this is the kind of word that comes to mind when all your friends are moving away for further studies or some gloomy job. Some are even going out and hunting Pokemon! I mean, that is the dream!

Meanwhile, you just sit in your musty bedroom, and stare into the computer screen… Continue reading Word of the Week #15: