Dear Readers,
I hadn’t realised the congenial number of Malaysian readers, who happened upon my few recent posts. Had I known, I would have written more. This is a new blog that somehow miraculously squeezes its way into my already heavily-occupied time. I am presently in Dublin, the Republic of Ireland and this places me seven hours, behind regions in The Far East.
I am writing a novel on my Malaysian childhood at present - a personalised account – dealing only with a certain segment of society. As you know, Malaysia shells exciting cultural complexities. This was actually evident decades ago even while cynics preferred to nag at what they perceived to be the dominating influence of British rule, rather than to seek the overshadowed but vibrant and thriving communities, already present.
My personal leaning at the moment for the novel is towards a traditional publishing format in England. I don’t know at all if this will succeed – it does literally feel like swimming into an ocean of sharks, doesn’t it – but I do thankfully, possess a remainder of leftover confidence. I feel a spiritual call to this novel on my childhood so my world currently unfolds in layered peels and there is so much food for thought attributed to the broader realm of memory and introspection.
Be back shortly.
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