“You can, you should, and if you’re brave enough to start, you will.”― Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft

I’ve been writing ever since I was a little child.

I’d make plans to write at night during my summer breaks: I’d get some tea, a blanket and sit down at my chair, fingers vibrating from excitement. I was never a child prodigy, mind you – I’d mostly write continuations to stories I’ve read, games I’d played and movies I’d seen, but quality never mattered to me in those early years. I just loved writing. I loved it to bits.

But as I grew older and more awkward and bitter and jaded (and actually a little too cool to care about something so dearly), quality became this oppressive force in my writing. Is this any good? Should I be embarrassed by this? Is this too weird? I let my insecurities get the best of me – I stopped writing for many years.

Nowadays, I wish I’d honed my craft without fear. So what if it’s bad? Practicing and putting yourself out there is the only way you learn. So that’s what I’m doing now. “Sharpening the saw” as Elizabeth Gilbert of Eat, Pray, Love-fame would say.

I’ve spent years working as an editor and copywriter for several companies across different industries, including insurance, game design, traditional publishing, marketing (…)
Right now, I’m working on my first book, trying to establish myself as a freelance journalist and running this blog, Vinegar & Wine.

New articles are published fairly regularly, spanning across a large range of topics such of travel and tourism, identity politics and pop culture.
On a monthly basis, I also publish my column #thatmillenniallife, in which I write about other topics that influence my daily life including literature, media, healthcare, self-improvement, etc.

Follow my journey! Maybe we can help each other become better.

“Writing is like sex. First, you do it for love, then you do it for your friends, and then you do it for money.” ― Virginia Woolf