The Death of Farmer Yan, Part VI
Shi Min Xie Horse and I sat opposite each other at this long table. The prince sat to my right and the princess was on Horse’s left. The mood was sad and solemn,…
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The Death of Farmer Yan, Part V
The funeral was to take place in the temple’s great hall. Monks were constructing a wooden platform to put my master’s body beneath it, with Master Yu giving directions. Some…
The Death of Famer Yan, IV
Nothing happened. Horse and I took a sip. It was sweet–perhaps a bit too sweet for me–but I saw that Horse enjoyed it. We waited for a while, and waited,…
The Death of Farmer Yan Part III
We found Prince Huang in the city. He was sitting in one of the inns, drinking wine. Horse and I bowed, and he gestured for us to sit. We did.…
The Death of Farmer Yan Part II
Horse and I turned to walk back to our master’s house. It was the same wooden house, and yet, everything had changed. Sadness enveloped it, or perhaps it was only…
I am not OK.
I don’t know where to begin when writing about how not OK I am. I am just… not OK. In real life, I look like I’m OK, or that I’m…
Cactus–A Valentine’s Day Poem
A while ago, I was inspired by Carol Ann Duffy’s Valentine and wrote this poem. I have a tricky relationship with poetry. It was all I used to write until…
On my favourite mug, and why objects are so important to us
I just spent the last hour combing my house for my favourite mug. It is a mug that shows my sense of humor–it is black in colour, has the words…
Please don’t pirate my book
When Dragonhearted came out, I was pretty sure that no one would want to pirate this book because it wasn’t from an international publisher or anything like that. But a…
My own nanowrimo pep talk
It is National Novel Writing Month, also known as Nanowrimo. I started doing this for two years as a teenager, coping with A levels and school during my first few…