Ever since I opened Scribblory (my writing business), I keep getting this nagging thought of you-don't-have-the-right-to-do-this or you-are-not-good-enough. You see, there is this glaring fact that I have no formal training in writing nor huge accomplishments in the craft save, of course, my dear memoir, Finding You, which has found a seat once in the "Best-Selling Books" shelf,... Continue Reading →
I never imagined myself getting a hand on any type of business. The term "business" used to sound foreign to me. It may run in my blood since my mother's family used to own businesses, and my parents themselves built one before. But I never explored that world, never attended any seminar about it. I... Continue Reading →
You might find this question uncomfortable but... Have you seen a dead body? I have. I've learned that once life escapes the human body, it turns stiff. It becomes unresponsive that it no longer looks real. The body turns into an object, a mere vessel, an empty place where a person once was. But it's... Continue Reading →
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