Dear reader,

By some twist of fate, an accidental click of a mouse button, or a sudden stroke of curiosity, you’ve found your way to my virtual writing desk. Feel free to poke around for something that captures your interest and, meanwhile, excuse the messy, unfinished state of the pieces you find here. Virtual writing desks, much like real ones, are bound to be littered with post-it notes, half-written pages, and crumpled paper balls ready for the trash bin.

There’s a small project I have been working on that you could check out here. Otherwise, take a look around and, if you wish, leave a few thoughts of your own. Sometimes a writing desk just needs another set of eyes to find meaning in the storm of papers and ideas. Happy reading!




In a world divided between the gifted and the ungifted, something unimaginable happens, fueled by the burning resentment of one man and the fierce resilience of a young girl without a past.

Read the full page here.

The Academy

He just smiled and said, “Well, then what should I call you?”

She stared at him for a minute and then finding her voice, mumbled, “Jing… You can call me Jing.”

“Jing it is then,” he agreed.

Read the full post here.

“Her Name,” The Academy