Hi there. Thank you for stopping by my blog. It’s always pleasure communicating with people through writing, which I believe is the most authentic vehicle of expression of a self. Not that did I major in English at Rutgers University (a Scarlet Knight) with a sense of duty to exercise the field of study but that I like reading and writing prompted me to publish my thinkings in this blog. So Welcome All with my Whole Heart.
My name is Stephanie, living in a suburban New Jersey town in the vicinity of the New York City. I work in the City for livelihood and write at home (or sometimes on the Second Floor in a Dunkin’ Donuts’ shop nearby my workplace) for selfhood. The great psychologist and thinker Viktor E. Frankl, who is also the founder of Logotheraphy has urged us that we humans must strive for realizing our values that are: Creative Value, Experiential Value, and Attitudinal Value in order to arrive at meanings of our lives. How true the maxim it is! I believe those who write are united spiritually in fulfilling such noble deeds. We are kindred spirits.
I may not write perfect English prose due to English being my Second – surrogate, that is – language. I may not sound ordinary in the sense that my writing speaks with certain streaks of foreignness. Nevertheless, it is my quest for actualizing what I possess inside, Something that is yearned for its being unearthed by means of literary expression. And I have to purge it out, unravel the mystery in me that is dying for the discovery of the truth in me.
Hence this little blog has come into being; it is the birth of my brain child, or rather the manifested ego qua meaningfulness as in terms of Logotheraphy. So many thanks again for your readership, which is also meaningful to me.
Merry Christmas and God Bless Your Hearts.
All the Best,
As I was walking down the bank by the river
I met a woman sitting by the bank, who wasn’t there!
She’s not there yesterday, today!
I prayed, I wished she’d leave away!
Tuesday, December 22nd, 2015
On a wide uncharted sea,
One boat sails hither and another sails thither
In the company of the selfsame winds.
It’s the will of the sailer
Not the forces of the winds
That decides a way.
Like the winds of the sea,
So are the ways of destiny.
It’s the decision of your soul
That leads you to the goal
Of life full of meanings.
Here I am at the end of the first day of a new week. Upon just returning from working on the evening shift at school in the City, I should go to bed instead of writing this post to rest my weary soul coping with daily rituals of emotional ebbs and flows. Yet this is the best time of me to purge out all my angst, fears, and insecurities I am possessed by; the best time because I can walk out of all my daily duties as an administrative assistant at work, as an eldest daughter of my parents at home, and any other status as a functional member of society. This is my time, mine, and mine only to express myself freely without supervision. So here I am, writing.
I like writing: Poetry, essay, letter, email, and notes – in English. Since English is not a primary language I did not pick up from the infancy to the adolescence, I still have to work hard thereon to make my writing perspicuous for telling the world what I mean to say. The grammar may not seem flawless in my writing, but I have got ideas that few can think of. No, this is not a pretentious glib, nor is this a simulation of writer’s confidence in the English language. Yes, I’ve got it for sure.
I have recently bought Stephen King’s On Writing from Amazon.com, and this is a magnificent book! I had never enjoyed any book by American writers until I found this book! It’s a bit hasty to talk about my review of the book at this point because I am still reading it, but King is truly original and ingenious in divulging his biographic tales of how he came to write in his childhood; of how he overcame his dypsomania and drug addiction; and of how he arrived as a successful writer in order to help us write well. I shall return to the subject of his book and the review thereof in another posting later, but the most vivid advice from King registered in my mind is that it is not how many vocabularies I know but how well I use the vocabularies that I have already acquired. This is truly an Eureka moment. King’s advice is worth a million. And this has become my axiom for writing since this day.
And I will not be afraid of writing in English any longer in fear of receiving criticism on some grammatical errors because the purpose of my writing is to tell stories, to entertain ideas/feelings that people can connect with, not to wow English teachers/professors/grammarians/conservatives who may disparage a foreigner’s (especially of East Asian ethnicity) English writing skills.
Thus wrote Stephanie S. I write, therefore I am.
The year’s at the winter,
And the time’s at night;
Night’s at eleven;
The street’s emptied;
The moon’s on the sky higher;
The puppy’s in delight;
This day’s driven,
Saturday, December 5th, 2015