Writers take things that are deeply personal, things said to them in confidence, often during moments of great intimacy, and strip them down into words. Then they take those words, naked and vulnerable, and give them to the world. Yet in spite of this, writers struggle more than most when it comes to sentimental attachment. They only write about things they’ve felt deeply. That’s the thing about writers—on one hand everything is sacred to them, but, on the other, nothing really is.
—Lang Leav, Sad Girls—
Having just finished reading Lang Leav’s debut novel, Sad Girls, my brain is currently swimming in a sea of her evocative quotes. This one in particular, located near the halfway point of the novel, resonated so deeply with me that I actually closed the book, placed it down on my lap, and took a deep breath before steeling myself to continue reading. Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Sad Girls”
His gift to me came threefold:
First, the soft whisperings
Of the wind dancing
Through the trees brushing
Against the window pane
As our bed grows cold.
Second, the rose petals
Littering the wooden floor
Like casualties of war—
The blood-red and broken
Remnants of us. Continue reading “[Poetry] Three Gifts”
You: You’re always disappearing from this blog, you know that?
Me: *sigh* I know…
You: I understand you have responsibilities—
Me: This is going to be a lecture, isn’t it?
You: And that Life can be hard sometimes—
Me: Yup, definitely a lecture. Continue reading “Weekend Coffee Share: The One Where I Start Again”
In all my years of living in New York, I have never stepped foot in Staten Island.
Queens? I know it like the back of my hand.
Brooklyn? Bronx? Sure.
But Staten Island? That place across the water where no subway lines connect to? Uh…brain does not compute.
Cue the Staten Island Ferry! Continue reading “Blue Skies & The Wind in Your Hair”
You are my life and my death.
And I like you.
Thus, I keep this secret
And ask Heaven for permission.
May you not know for one more day.
May you not know for 100 years more.
WHISPERS AT MIDNIGHT
I have a secret I will not speak of
Except in whispers at midnight
When the world is a shadow
That turns a deaf ear
And the star-studded sky is my light.
Before the sun meets the stars
I ask the Heavens this-
May he not know for one more day
How my heart has loved him by his side
And how I dream of his kiss.
© Jade M. Wong 2017 Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Whispers At Midnight”
Me: One Peppermint Mocha for you, One Green Milk Tea for me.
You: Green Milk Tea? Is your body even supposed to consume drinks that are green?
Me: It’s green tea blended with milk, and delicious. Besides, the person drowning their body in sugar shouldn’t be criticizing my drink.
You: Drowning in sugar…or drowning in flavor? I prefer to see it as the latter.
Me: *laughs* Well, I suppose that’s one way to ring in the new year. Continue reading “Weekend Coffee Share: Baby Steps”
October is about trees revealing colors they’ve hidden all year.
People have an October as well.
Through my bedroom window, I see business people dressed in sharp suits, the men with immaculate ties and the women with their pumps click-clacking on the concrete.
Through my bedroom window, I see children with swinging ponytails and backwards caps leaving a trail of ice cream that sizzled in the heat.
Through my bedroom window, I see the air muggy with heat, and the tempers barely holding together under the vengeful gaze of the sun. Everyone is too hot, too sweaty, too grumpy.
But me? Continue reading “Farewell…And Hello”
“I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and it’s very difficult to find anyone.”
-Gandalf, The Hobbit
THE WORLD IS OURS
Late night drives and midnight ice-cream
Running down sidewalks chasing moonbeams
Watching the sun paint the world with gold
Holding the only hand I’ll ever need to hold
Fluffy pancakes drizzled with chocolate
Counting the raindrops, every glittering droplet
Rambling conversations whispered under the stars
In this moment in time, the world is ours.
© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] The World Is Ours”
“I always wonder why birds choose to stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth, then I ask myself the same question.”
This way! That way! Which way? Wait, where?
Just cordial commands, because they care,
So I packed my things,
And I stretched my wings,
And off I flew in search of fresh air.
© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Escape”
Last week, I did the Three Quotes Challenge, and today I’m doing a sequel to it because
1) I hoard quotes like Smaug hoards gold…
2) Fellow blogger Annabeth was the first to nominate me weeks ago for the challenge but I completely forgot about it…
Continue reading “3 Quotes, 1 Day, Part 2”
“The beautiful part of writing is that you don’t have to get it right the first time, unlike, say, a brain surgeon.”
Wrapping up this Three Quote Challenge with a little humor. This quote always makes me feel better when I find myself struggling with a first draft that makes me second guess every decision I’ve ever made thus far. Don’t doubt yourself, guys! And be grateful you’re not a brain surgeon. Continue reading “Day 3 Quote: Writer vs. Brain Surgeon”
So I love Doctor Who, in case my fanfiction didn’t give it away. This is one of my favorite quotes from the series, and it constantly motivates me to live my life the way I want to, huge dreams and all. I hope this encourages you never to settle for less than everything you want. Because this world truly is big enough for your biggest dream. Continue reading “Day 2 Quote: Stranger. Darker. Better.”
“You can’t force art? BULLSHIT. Can too! Sometimes, you gotta. Does that make me a hack? Then fuck it. I’m a hack. But I’m a hack who’s making art and you’re an artist who can’t hack it.”
I usually don’t post profanity, but sometimes, you need to use words most people don’t like to use to deliver a message most people don’t like to hear. This isn’t the first time I’ve posted a Chuck Wendig quote, but the guy knows what he’s talking about. Sometimes, we need a little bit of tough love. Continue reading “Day 1 Quote: Can You Hack It?”