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Polished Edges: Sneak peek
I’ve been staring at the words “THE END” for three days now, barely believing they’re actually there. After eleven months of false starts, midnight writing sessions, and more self-doubt than any reasonable person should endure, I’ve somehow managed to finish my second book. Polished Edges is done. Well, the first
Temporary Access Is Out
The book is done. Published. Available. Temporary Access, twelve stories about women navigating borders that exist on passports, screens, and inside consciousness. I finished writing it in October. Spent November wondering if anyone would want to read stories told through chat logs and visa applications. Spent early December checking the
First Collection: Between Languages
Over the past year, I’ve shared four short stories here: “The Name on Pinyin,” “Window No. 7,” “Boxes from the East,” and “Chat Survival Manual.” Each explores what happens when people move between cultures, languages, and identities. Those four stories are just the beginning. I’m collecting them, along with several
Chat Survival Manual
My fourth story in this series is about Anya, who creates rules for surviving professional chat in a multicultural remote team. Her careful manual helps her navigate cultural differences, but it takes a mistake to teach her that authenticity matters more than perfect performance. This emerged from my own experience
Expo Diaries: Future, Fashion, Fusion
Walking through Expo 2020 feels like stepping into a fever dream curated by the most ambitious futurists on the planet. I’ve spent three days wandering between pavilions, and my notebook is overflowing with observations. The fashion pavilion stopped me cold. A traditional Japanese kimono woven with smart fibres that respond
Boxes from the East
My third story is about Irina, who works in a London warehouse unpacking products from China. When she finds a hidden note from a factory worker named Meiling, a small act of kindness bridges continents. This emerged from thinking about global supply chains during lockdown, when everything felt both more
Return to the Atolls
Six months ago, I sat on this exact stretch of sand with thirty pages of notes and questions about whether I could actually do this. Today I’m back with two separate projects taking shape: a collection of immigrant stories nearly ready for publication, and 15 pages of a beauty industry
From Marketing to Meaning
The resignation letter sat in my drafts folder for three weeks before I hit send. Three weeks of staring at those two paragraphs that would officially end my relationship with spreadsheets, quarterly projections, and the peculiar anxiety that comes from watching conversion rates like a hawk. Today marks exactly one
Window No. 7
My second story is about Oksana, a translator at a visa centre who must choose between accurate translation and human compassion. I wrote this after conversations with friends who work as interpreters, who described the impossible position of being simultaneously invisible and all-powerful. The responsibility of choosing which truths to
