I’d like to think of myself as an idea person. I often come up with great ideas, and I never have enough time to carry all of them out. One of my loose goals is to write books. I don’t really care about becoming a publishing author. I just want to write for myself. To me, writing is a very fulfilling experience because it’s a creative process. It feels great to create something of your own. Given what I do for a living, I don’t have a lot of opportunities to truly create something. That is why I resort to writing random stuff as a hobby. Anyway, I have many good book ideas, but I have not yet found enough time and discipline to write a book. Since I don’t want my ideas to go to waste or forgotten, I’m going to write them down here. One day I’ll get to actually writing the books!
1) Falling Through The Cracks (a tribute to my mom, my cat, and all the clumsy people, and pets, in the world): My cat, Lana, often falls through the cracks, literally, due to her clumpsiness. Similarly, my mom is quite accident-prone. You may think it’s stupid to write about people hitting their head on nails or falling into holes, but anything can be as tasteful, or tasteless, as you allow your writing to be.
2) Nature Calls: Yes, it’s what you think it is, except more tasteful. How in the world can you make such a topic tasteful? Well, that’s a writer’s challenge, and I enjoy a challenge.
3) Biography of a Nobody: People often tell me that I should write an autobiography. Yeah right, as if the world needs another autobiography. On the other hand, I’d like to record some of my adventures (most of them happened before I turned 18) so that I can peruse them in my old age, when memory starts to fade.
4) Tsunami (a story about nothing): On February 27, 2010, the islands of Hawaii were anxiously preparing for a tsunami that was supposed to be created by the famous Chilean Earthquake. Since my family lived in Hawaii, I was watching the news nervously. For hours that day, the TV showed an empty beach with very calm waves, up and down, up and down, slowly. It was like watching paint dried. The newsman seemed to be disappointed that nothing happened, and that he had to talk about nothing for hours. This book is not literally about the tsunami. It is a collection of stories about nothing.
5) A beautiful hand (and the other one): This one is a little bit abstract, so it’s hard to explain. Suffice it to say that it’s more of an art book (with pictures).