It’s never the finished product, but more like a dairy entry. A diary entry that I can rework easily.
I keep editing as I discover embarrassing errors (mostly due to autocorrect), and new information, especially for my biographical posts.
I find it easier to type in my thoughts than write with ink on paper. I require the speed, and pen on paper is just too slow for my racing thoughts.
Don’t get me wrong. I actually prefer the old art of writing and will never consider it inferior in any way. But just for the purpose of jotting down thoughts as they appear, typing works best for me. The ability to edit is a great bonus too.
The slow form – pen on paper, I find more meditative. I still do this regularly into my favourite kind of journal – a moleskine.
My hope is that a publisher will be interested in a story about a third generation Singaporean Ceylonese person who doesn’t have any accolades or a success story to promote, but rather a more relatable one about loss and fear. And also familial love.