For the longest time since I created this blog – two years and seven days long, to be exact – I let it sit here, like a placeholder for something significant I had hoped would come.
This was once the sight that greeted readers who made their way here before this.
And because I’m someone who values symbolism to the extreme, I often wondered what would make for a, well, symbolic first post. Would it be an announcement that I’ve secured a book contract for my first manuscript? Or an indulgent essay detailing the emotional rollercoaster ride of my quest to getting a book published?
I thought about this space that I had reserved, intermittently – while I was stuck in traffic, in the shower… Sometimes, I let random ideas lull me to sleep, only to wake up with no memory of any late-night inspiration that might have struck in the seconds before my brain powered down.
I thought I might publish one of two short stories I’d written for an anthology (Pulp Toast/Roti Bakar, #1). Or both of them. Or write something new. Just to breathe some “life” into this space and to keep my writing going.
But time was the only thing that kept going.
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Even after I got offered a book contract, and my manuscript had undergone a round of structural edits and copyedits each, and then a couple of rounds of proofreading, and I can almost imagine holding the physical book in my hands.
So today, I bit the bullet. I put away my e-books and dramas. I ignored the temptation to scroll through my social media. I shoved away the excuse that typing a proper post on my mobile phone might blind me.
… all to address the title of this post, which is the author’s bio that I wrote that did not manage to make its way into my upcoming book:
It now seems that there’s nothing more apt than having this blog begin with something that’s been rejected. After all, getting rejected is an oft-stated job hazard of being a writer.
And oh, remember the part about me being big on symbols? Well, 10th December 2019 was supposed to be the launch date of my first novel “The Night of Legends”. I say was because, of course, it’s not out yet.
PS: I’m publishing this post a little past midnight but I did start writing it on 10.12.19. Deadlines are the bane of a writer’s existence.