Mondays seemed crazy before the pandemic. Now they feel even madder. The weekend brimmed with activities: celebrating birthdays - eating special meals, making a cookie cake, picking up boba tea drinks, opening presents - in addition to the usual doing chores and cooking. My tension headaches decreased in intensity for awhile. Spending time with people… Continue reading Mad Monday
Momentary glimpse of light in darkening clouds. Freezing wind blowing. Lily Chang © 2019
Magenta fires blow puffs through the changing sky, as blue turns to gray. Lily Chang © 2019
Writing fiction doesn't involve putting out imaginary inventions and that's it. Anyone claiming otherwise is delusional or isn't fully ready to come to terms with the fact that personal or familial details will be broadcasted in no uncertain terms. Writing already qualifies as risky. I'm putting my authentic and real self out there. Even though… Continue reading Risky Writing
I've never been one to fit nicely and neatly into any category or niche, and my fiction is no exception. I get that in a world where the publishing industry has changed and sizable profits make or break the business, having some sort of indication that the unpublished novels under consideration will generate large revenue… Continue reading Why Adult Fiction vs. YA?