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Tender Cuts

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Here’s the funny thing about poetry. I hated it in school,  avoided it like the plague, and glowered at it from the other side of the room even while I took classes analysing poetry in college. Lost in the heavy words of the likes of Hughes and Heaney I was convinced I didn’t understand poetry and would never come to appreciate it.

It’s a strange thing. Sometimes the things that you never thought you would love come to find a way into your heart.

On Friday evening my sensitive lungs and I waded through the haze to attend BooksActually’s launch + reading of Tania de Rozario’s first poetry collection, Tender Delirium. It was one of the bounty of poetry collections being launched that day. What a delight. BooksActually was keeping its doors open until the dawn as it marked a global 24 Hour Bookshop event, sponsored by Red Bull, which gives it something in common with Sebastian Vettel. When it gets this busy, its narrow aisles develop clots, and you have to fight your way through human thromboses just to get anywhere. A great deal of fun.

I’ll be brief about the event itself. It was co-hosted by Tania and her mentor Cyril Wong. The reading was lovely and tinged with humour throughout. Tania said there was not a single happy poem in the book (and having read it, it’s true) – but you wouldn’t know it from the energy and joy that filled the room.

As a bonus, the Q&A session turned into a lively discussion of the arts, literature and censorship in Singapore, particularly with respect to queer literature. There’s a lot of it published here, but you’ll never see it get into the mainstream, or discussed in schools.

I had a good time. Good conversations, good books, which I’ve spent the past few days reading over and over. I picked up several other poetry books that day, but Tania’s really resonates with me, with its tales of loss and longing. If you can’t make it to the bookstore itself, BooksActually has a BigCartel webstore! And plenty of other lovely books on offer as well.

Right. Selected photos of the event under the cut, featuring cats, people, and a Shameless Selfie.

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A Novel Idea (Perhaps)

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Two weekends ago I attended a novel writing masterclass organised by Writing The City (a project of the British Council), taught by Jean McNeil and Julia Bell. It was held at the Arts House (one of my favourite places in Singapore), and it’s the first time in a long while that I’ve sat down and given my fiction writing 100% of my attention without drifting off to check tumblr do other things.

Like the procrastinator I am, it’s taken me more than a week to get around to writing this, at which point I’ve mostly forgotten what I’ve wanted to say. (Whoops.) It was a fantastic three days, I have to say. We went over concepts that should be familiar to anybody who’s been writing for a stretch of time: Character, point of view, time and narrative… Yet as a developing writer you can never discuss and explore these topics enough. We had themed writing exercises every day, and we got to share our work with each other. It was a small class, about 14-15 people, so we all got several chances to read our own work. I even read them Google Car At The End Of The World. Although I didn’t read them the title, because spoilers. (At the end of the class, one of my classmates came up to me and said, “I liked your story about the car.” I had to ask, “…which one?” The tragedy of being me.)

Quite honestly, I think the most valuable lesson I learned from this is that I not as slow a writer as I’ve feared myself to be. Under conditions of duress, I am able to put my nose to the grind and churn out writing– and not just that, but writing which actually satisfies me.

Maybe, just maybe, I won’t die a terrifying death by writer’s tardiness during the course of Clarion West.

 

Writing exercise I: Observation

“Heavy-waisted and large-bottomed, she stood fixing her hair while her baby played at her feet with dusty hands and knees.” Something about fleshing out character with minute details.

Writing Exercise II: POV

“The car had belonged to the old man. It was a Nissan Sunny, bought back in a year when Nissan was content to be seen as that plain and reliable friend you had, the one who could be relied on to get enough sleep and file all their taxes on time.” Telling a story about a neighbour’s neighbour, from two different POVs.

Writing Exercise III: Time & Narrative

“She can’t find a dry bench to sit on and she isn’t wasting tissue to do the public service of wiping them dry, so she squats on one of them to eat breakfast.” Thinking of an event, and writing about it from one set of time points before/after.

Writing Exercise IV: Character, Event, Setting

“Before her shift starts Mary goes to the washroom and washes her hands twice: Once after she exits the cubicle, and once after she’s fixed her hair.” Like a party game, we got a random character, event and a setting. I wrote a short piece set in a story world I am currently inhabiting.

 

Well. All in all, I met great people, was introduced to great ideas, and wrung a few pieces of microfiction out of myself over the course of three days. It’s not a bad way to spend a weekend.

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Our instructors, Jean McNeil (left) and Julia Bell (right).

A Tale Of One Cat. And Two Boxes.

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Okay, we’ve all seen that nifty thing where Lego sent free stuff to a kid or Samsung sent a man a free customised phone with a dinosaur on it.

I never thought something like that would happen to a friend of mine, but it totally did. Call it Sarah-Luck.

See, my friend Sarah Coldheart, she has a cat named Dawn. Like all cats, Dawn likes perching on things. Previously, it used to be the cable box from Starhub, one of the two cable providers in Singapore.

Then her family’s contract expired and they recontracted with SingTel, the other cable provider. Their set-top box turned out to be a lot smaller. Which meant that the new cat-to-cable-box ratio was, shall we say, less than ideal.

Sarah made a macro to illustrate this.

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As with all things containing a cat, it made the rounds of Twitter, and SingTel’s social media folks. According to Sarah, they then contacted her on Twitter to ask her address so that they could send her “a surprise”.

Fast forward to a few weeks later. Surprise arrives. I’ll just let the pictures do the talking, here:

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I’ve got to say, I might complain about SingTel’s service or their customer service every now and then, but they did good on this one. This is the kind of social engagement, that gives the sort of publicity, that you can never buy with ad money. Because it needs as much heart as it does head to come up with something like this.

After all, there’s a happy cat at the end of the affair. What’s not to like?

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(Thanks to Sarah for allowing me to use her photos!)

Speculative Fiction Tea-Party!

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A bunch of months ago, The Arts House put out an open call for literary events they wanted to host as part of their 9th anniversary celebrations. A bunch of us spec-fic-writing-types here – Joyce Chng, Dave Chua, Alvin Pang and I – decided to do something. So we came up with the idea of doing a speculative fiction write-in. With randomly assigned items used as prompts. We called ourselves The {؟} Collective** and booked ourselves a slot.

So that’s how we found ourselves at the Earshot Cafe at 2pm last Saturday, hauling a bagful of Random Shit I’d collected from friends over a couple of weeks. When I say Random Shit, I mean Random Shit, because there were dinosaurs and a squeaky plastic chicken and a discarded cellphone from the 90s and pages torn from French novels and a menu from a family restaurant and a pair of blue latex gloves. And a harmonica. And a jumbo pack of playing cards.

We handed them out (by lottery) and let the writers get to it. About 20 people showed up, which pleased me — we hadn’t publicised the event very well and I had actually expected only us chickens to be there. It was good fun — more photos after the jump!

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Kickstart something great! (A signal-boosty post)

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Me (on the right) and my friend Joey, whom I hadn’t seen in a while, catching up at the Body Boundaries reading last weekend. Photo c/o Gwen Kwan, via Etiquette SG’s Facebook page

A couple of brief signal-boosty updates before I have to run to work! No, this isn’t the specfic tea party post. Not yet.

ETIQUETTE 2013 FUNDRAISER

Etiquette are registering as a non-profit arts group dedicated to showcasing creative and critical work by  women artists. To do so, they need to raise money. Run by two amazing women, they’ve done a number of wonderful art projects in the past: Photography, written word, theatre… I’m involved with one of their projects: I have a story in their anthology Body Boundaries, which is coming out in July. There was a reading last weekend, a preview of sorts, which is where the above photo of me comes from. Anyway, they need to raise S$10,000, and I encourage everyone to contribute if they can. It’s a good cause, there’s a great community built up around it, and the art scene in Singapore could do with more woman-centric spaces, particularly those that explore women’s issues critically. Indiegogo page here! 46 days to go!

**Fun fact: I submitted two stories to Body Boundaries and the editors like both, so I asked them to take the one that was more personal, as I thought I could place the other story in other markets. The other piece ended up being the bulk of my submission to Clarion West… But I haven’t actually submitted it elsewhere because it needs a fair bit of editing and I haven’t gotten around to doing it. Argh!

 

Crossed Genre’s Long Hidden: Speculative Fiction From the Margins of History

4 days to go! An anthology to collect stories of people whose voices are not often heard. It’s already met its base goal, hit two stretch goals (for a bigger anthology with more stories!) and is now pushing towards a US$30,000 goal so that each of the stories featured can get a B & W illustration. The anthology sounds like an amazing idea and the folks at Crossed Genres have been doing some fantastic work in representing diversity in genre fiction, so I’m always all out for their projects.

Clarion West 2013: And one day, I got in

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It was around this time last week that I got a call.

I was at work, manning the desk on a solo Sunday shift, playing my role as a one-person news service that my colleagues and I often get to on weekends.  My phone rang. A +20 number. I had no idea what that was, so I Googled it. My phone was still ringing. I found out that +20 was international dialing code for Egypt. Right, except that I don’t know anybody in Egypt and there’s no way anyone in Egypt would have reason to call me — my life is parochial, and does not extend much further beyond the cramped borders of the island nation I call home.

So I rejected the call, thinking: Prank, or international scam. (It’s happened before.)

A minute later, the same number calls again. I reject the call a second time, thinking, what the hell, right? Wrong number, get your shit together.

Two minutes later, I get a call with a +1 code that said it was from California. By this time, my mind is in full WHAT THE FUCK mode because I hardly get any international calls, ever. If the +1 number had called first, I might have picked up, because I had a colleague in New York covering the Samsung Galaxy S4 launch. As it was, I immediately rejected the call, by now convinced that an international network of scammers with fake numbers was trying to hack into my phone.

Seriously, what the hell. I’m at work, I’ve got stuff to do.

My shift ended. I stayed in the newsroom for two more hours because the first race of the Formula 1 season was on, and the sports desk gets ESPN and I don’t. It was a good race, I had a good time. While celebrating the Iceman’s well-deserved win, I forgot about the strange calls entirely.

Then I got home, and I checked my personal email account.

The calls hadn’t been from Egyptians, hadn’t been from spammers.

It had been from the folks at Clarion West, trying to get a hold of me.

See, I applied for Clarion West this year. Completely under the radar: I told no-one. Not friends, not family, not fellow writers or colleagues. I just put together a couple of stories I’d written, wrote up a short essay, and sent it in. It was a pipe dream, and in the grip of particular superstition I didn’t want to jinx it by talking about it.

It was apparently a strategy that worked. Because the calls finally did get through. And the news? I’d been accepted. I was one of the eighteen. In the words of Kevin Flynn set to a Daft Punk backdrop: I got in.

I am a first-time applicant, and if I had done my due diligence, I would have known that acceptances come in the form of a call, not an email as I had been expecting. Instead, I had tried my best to forget about my application, burying myself in work, thinking if the acceptance email comes, it’ll come, and so be it. Thus: Blindsided by the call, like a complete and total butt.

It’s been a week since, and I still can’t quite believe it. I am thrilled, honoured, nervous, excited, or some unholy combination of all four. Since the embargo on our acceptances was lifted earlier today I’ve been stalking some of my fellow attendees on Twitter and getting myself worked up over the idea that in just three months we’ll be together in one place, being taught in turn by Elizabeth Hand, Neil Gaiman, Joe Hill, Margo Lanagan, Samuel R. Delany and Ellen Datlow.

I asked — and I am the first Singaporean to have been accepted into the program. Possibly because not many have tried — I’ll never know.

I want to thank the Clarion West organisers, the staff and the readers, for taking a chance on me, for giving me this rare, priceless opportunity to work on the craft that I love.

I am grateful. I am happy. I am not yet convinced this is not a dream.
I suppose I have three months to get used to the idea.

** Photo is a selection of the items we randomly gave out at yesterday’s Speculative Fiction Tea Party, which I’ll get to blogging about… Soon. I promise.

Join us for an afternoon of RANDOM SHIT

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I live!

I return, ignominiously, to the world of blogging to announce, quite belatedly, that as a part of The Arts House’s 9th anniversary celebration, a group of writer friends and I are hosting an event this Saturday and we would like you all to come.

The short of it:

A SPECULATIVE FICTION TEA-PARTY (WITH LESS TEA AND MORE WRITING)

Date: 23 Mar 2013, Saturday

Time: 2pm-3pm

Venue: Earshot Cafe, The Arts House

 

 And a longer version:

What’s going to happen? It’s a one hour write-in where you get to invent stories about Random Shit. See that picture up there? That’s a selection of some of the Random Shit you might get.

You turn up, you draw a number, you get an item of Random Shit. You then sit down and write about said piece of Random Shit for the next hour. It can be anything: a poem, a Wikipedia entry about its history (entirely made up of course), a story in which it plays a crucial role. Make it fun, make it fantastic, make it a serious, sobworthy tragedy: It’s all up to you. Write about spacemen. Write about vampires. Write about dinosaurs. (Hell, some of the Random Shit IS dinosaurs.)

When the hour is up, we collect all the stories. Then we put them together into a chapbook and share it with the world.

So come along, meet other writers, indulge in a hour’s worth of delightful weirdness. Looking forward to seeing you guys there!