It’s Asia. It’s the Equator. And it’s hot.
I started this blog when I realized I approaching the big 4-0 and there was no time to waste. I’ve had this yearning to be a writer since I was six. Corporate life got in the way, but journalling helped me through it.
Today any attempt leaves me feeling like an imposter. I hope that by writing daily for an audience, I will learn to ‘pity the reader’ and some form of decent writing style with emerge.
In ‘Groundhog Day’, the Bill Murray character gets trapped in the same day for a year. He starts off not being able to play the piano, but after a year of practice he masters it. I guess all those cliched sayings are true. Like, practice makes perfect and genious is 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration.
I adore books by V S Naipaul, Paul Theroux, Haruki Murakami, Peter Mayle, Bill Bryson and Yann Martel. I admire Naipaul’s searing honesty. Paul Theroux brings me on long train journeys to exotic locales and I am thrilled, but safe in my armchair. I enjoy the charming wit of Mayle and Bryson. Murakami’s poetic words soothe my soul, while Yann Martel’s beautiful language and stories touch a chord in me.
Because I am painfully shy and extremely self conscious (although I may not appear that way in this blog), I enjoy the freedom of being an anonymous blogger.