The Liminal Margin

September ends nicely with But Won’t I Miss Me by Tiffany Tsao, whom I later found out has translated a lot of Indonesian writers’ works, including those of Intan Paramaditha and Norman Erikson Pasaribu.

I have far too many books to read in a very short time.

I think that's what I have figured out in the past almost 2 months of focused writing and trying out different voices and genres.

More specifically, how do you measure a serious achievement in a creative field?

You wake up in the morning, look at yourself in the mirror, and see that your face is puffy and red.

Two days ago, I submitted a piece for a prestigious international literary award.

Someone said to me the other day that much of what writing is is finding your reader.

Let me tell you about Jayakarta.

Have you ever wondered why so many of the great stories of our time centre on one unfortunate protagonist—usually a boy—whose entire arc is about becoming the very thing he was born to be?