Tag: creative writing

  • Prompt 5

    What is your middle name? Does it carry any special meaning/significance?

    Sometimes I wonder what if I had a different middle name. Would I have been living a different life – for brighter and better? Nominative determinism is not entirely superstitious because your name gives you an identity, an existence. My middle name is Joori, the first name used in Korea, while my first name Stephanie is my baptized Christian name, used in the church community.

    Korean is a unique phonetic language of the Ural-Altaic linguistic family, which includes Japanese, Finnish, Hungarian, and Turkish. “Joo” means red, and “ri” means beneficial. My paternal grandmother named me after the family tradition of using the same first letter of the name according to the gender of the progeny. For instance, my cousin’s name, the daughter of my father’s elder brother, was “Joohyun,” meaning red wisdom. Then the grandmother was then in a cult of an angel called “Chulrikyo,” from which the word “ri” originated. Hence my name is a work of a family tradition and angelic cult.

    My mother has recently revealed that I had no name for a year after the birth for reasons unknown. During the unnamed time, I was called “the baby.” A fortuneteller once told me that I should change my Korean name because it would bring no happiness to my life. Whether or not it is true, I don’t want to dwell on it because, anyway, I am not in Korea, where the spirits of the land may not/will not exert their supernatural concoction to frustrate my life to the extent possible.

  • Prompt 4

    What is the last thing you learned?

    When good things happen to me, I should not speak about it but lock it in my heart’s cabinet because otherwise, luck will soon be frustrated by jinx. Silly or superstitious as it may sound, but that is my empirical fact of life. I can write about good things happening to me but not manifest them in spoken words. For instance, if I say one of my co-workers at a workplace is pleasant, then all of sudden, the next day, that person’s attitude toward me betrays my trust in humanity beyond foreseeable and unforeseeable reason. Methinks there are evil spirits who swore a generational curse on my well-being because of unknown umbrage at my ancestors in the foregone times. So I have to keep good news or fortunate events sealed until such things actually bring me good results with long favorable effects that stay with me for a long time. This truth is the truth to the end of reckoning.

  • Prompt 3

    How has a failure, or apparent failure, set you up for later success?

    Truthfully, in every mistake I am making and have been making and will make, I am yet to learn. Perhaps, such a cycle of faux-pas will continue until I meet a psychopomp on my final day on earth. Yet, I move on and march forward to whatever my destiny is. I will most likely be making the same mistakes over and over, falling again and again. Yet the resilient spirit is indomitable, and even fate cannot destroy it unless I voluntarily abandon it to the force of darkness. And I think it is this spirit of resistance against a series of failures that strengthens my will to stand on my feet even after the losses, which makes all my attempts all the more sublime in triumph over despair like Santiago uttering, “Man can be destroyed, but cannot be conquered,” in Hemingway’s Old Man and the Sea.

  • Prompt 2

    You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?

    In the beginning, there was chaos out of silence between the earth and the sky. The Three Sisters of destiny were in a pickle because they ran short of the thread. So they were in haste without their lapidary meticulousness by allotting such hastily weaved fate to the new little star that traveled all the milky way from the celestial palace to be transformed into a girl at a cold snowy January night with the fire from the starlight still kept within her, glowing in her heart’s chamber.

  • Prompt 1

    What are three objects you couldn’t live without?

    Okay, this will be my first prompt blogging recommended by WordPress after I changed to Jetpack. I am glad that something inspiring will help me spark my spirit to write. Hence here it goes.

    1. My iPhone: Let’s be honest. Who wouldn’t these days? Forget a Galaxy phone, which I hate simply because it’s not user-friendly, as I have been an iPhone user since its genesis. All my information is in my palm: from the bank account to books on hold in an online public library to my shopping cart on Pandora.

    2. My Kindle (3rd generation): I am an ardent Kindle reader. Physical books may have that quaint charm that makes readers look intellectually distinguished from the mass. Still, Kindle is much more convenient to read in the dark, especially in bed, on the subway, on the bus, and almost everywhere. With my weakened eyesight, Kindle has been kinder than an actual book. Besides, I can always move from one reading to another, depending on my mood.

    3. My traveler’s notebook: I like writing short entries in my journal as well as jotting down my mind notes and reading points, so it is my writing companion I carry about. Of all the traveler’s notebooks, my favorite is Midori Traveler’s Notebook because of its smooth suede-like cover and slim size fit in my hand.

    So this is my first prompt. That’s it all, folks!

  • In spite of everything

    Today, whatever the Fates weave

    Shall still be worn with beauty by me;

    Today then don’t let you be told,

    How many chapters of life are turned;

    That you are old, and so I am indeed;

    Nor think dreams are waned with tears,

    And talk of the youth wasted with sighs.

    Tomorrow will be always tomorrow

    And nothing will change even sorrow. 

    But reason brings truth of the truth

    An everlasting and brilliant truth,

    Which can, in spite of all smirks,

    Open your eyes and and my ears

    To the evening star twinkling bright 

    With sweet soft winds fluting in twilight, 

    Made of fire, spirit, and dew like you and me.