Update on Project: 5 Weddings

Inspiration really does come out of nowhere. That’s probably why I don’t sleep a lot because you just never know when an idea will hit you.

I started writing 5 weddings with the intention of the story to follow a man as he journeys through 5 major weddings that have occurred in his life. Now that I think about it a little more, I’m going back to re-write and re-work my original two pieces: Lady Minute and Lady Second. 5 Weddings will be reworked into the finale of the “Lady” series. I still need to come up with a good name for this though.

Lady ______

Coming soon


An Interview with… Myself

Have you ever wanted to be interviewed by Jimmy Fallon or Conan O’Brien or Jay Leno, or any of the great late night talk show hosts? I’ve always imagined what it would be like, sometimes coming up with questions and answers on my own. I know I may sound crazy, but I recently found out that it was a great way to calm yourself so that you can sleep with ease no matter how tired, or “untired,” you are.

Since I probably won’t be getting any interview requests any time soon, I figured I would play out one of these scenarios for everyone to enjoy. I don’t want to infringe on anyone’s rights so I will be interviewing myself.

Side note – I’m not crazy.

“So glad to have you here tonight, the author of ‘My Blanket’ and the soon to be released ‘The Sunflower, The Peony, and The Casablanca.’ How are you doing?”

“Great. It’s really great to be here. I’m very excited!”

“Tell us, what inspired you to start writing?”

“I knew this would come up” (insert uncomfortably forced laugh) “I don’t really know what inspired me. It just kind of happened.” Continue reading

Food for Thought: A Little Inspiration

The few people who know me in person will have probably heard this story at some point during my random ramblings, but I’d like to share it with you in 250 words or less (not including this intro):

Traded everything for love – credit to Tumblr

Where does my inspiration come from? It always comes from the people around me, whether I know them or not. In this case, it was about 8 years ago when I was inspired by a homeless man. He approached me as I was waiting at the bus stop. Being Chinese, and him being Caucasian, he immediately struck up a conversation about race with me.

“You should ride these buses for free,” he mumbled incoherently at my general direction.

I tried to ignore him, but he knew he had my attention.

“We’re all the same: you and I. We all get hate,” he continued.

I smiled and nodded at him, trying not to offend him. I wasn’t worried about coming across as an asshole, I was more worried about whether or not he was going to touch me, stab me, or worse, lick me.

A few more pointless lines later, the bus finally came. The homeless man knew it was his cue to leave.

He didn’t ask me for money; he didn’t ask me for food; the only thing he wanted was a pair of ears to listen to him deliver a message. The final message he delivered was the one that stuck with me.

“I’ve read many books in my lifetime,” he said, still slurring his words, “and you know what they say about love?”
“You can’t live without it.”