For this final post, I have compiled a list of tips and highlights from my previous posts.
But instead of worrying about asking for permission or how others will react, I focus on the writing.
In recent years, I find myself applying for more opportunities because when I am rejected from one, it helps to know that I have other seeds planted. Maybe a different seed will bloom.
I realized then that feedback was an essential part of the writing process and that I couldn’t write the best possible book without the perspective of others.
Writing poetry often felt like making a painting but with words. The medium is flexible and open for you to make it your own.
There’s no one right way, and that’s my favourite thing about comics.
It sounds silly but it was quite surprising to realize that my novel wouldn’t write itself.
The more songs you write, the better your songs will get.
In my experience, an intriguing cover has a greater impact on potential readers than knowing who published the book or even the blurbs on the back.
During the writing process of many of my books, I have usually used a prompt in the form of a question.
An unfortunate consequence of my jealousy is that it has impeded friendships with peers whom I have kept at a distance because proximity to success I have craved has felt too painful.
Planning a book tour can feel daunting, especially if you have never done it before. Where do you start? Who should you contact? Who is going to pay for it?
When the machines are gone, all we will have is each other, and we need to figure out how to be with each other, to appreciate the magical beauty of these other human beings, to ask them questions and get to know why and how they do what they do.
I worried about the impending closure of these remaining bookstores, which had been, and still were, vital sites for community-building and activism.
When I asked friends what they would want to know about the literary world, the consistent response I received was: How does someone get published?
I like seeing what the words can sound and feel like off the page, flexing them into new meanings.
Why are there still all-white juries, panels and line-ups in Toronto in 2015?
Anyone who you meet who is Indian generally asks you ‘Are you studying?’ within the first few minutes so it’s almost in our blood.
When you’re at the top of the food chain, as white men are in the gay community, you’re going to have much fewer negative data points to work with, at least in terms of race.
Authenticity is such a fraught concept, but I idealize my high school self so much because it was the last time I was in a predominantly non-white environment.
As artists we are not limited to the way things are or have been in our world. Everything is up for re-assessment and rearrangement.
Facebook is funny because everyone wants to “network” until they know how you live your life, then they wanna jump ship.
Why is it that white, straight writers aren’t accused of writing solely about whiteness and being straight?
At its best, literature is about being alive, in every sense of the word.
For me, a good title is evocative of the work without straining to contain or cover it.
I’m a fan of showing the concrete and specific and shunning decoration and emotion in favour of specific symbolism, and while I didn’t realize it at first, Hindu symbolism actually does that too.
I identity as a human-alien hybrid. I am gender alien.
I make art to build bridges, further into myself, between ourselves and out towards unknown others.
femme is defiance, femme is the deepest red lipstick.