Your Author, Ruri

I sometimes wake up at 1 or 3 a.m. and I write. The moment I meet with my thoughts, I write. Write each day, as if it's the only thing you know. Write, even if you don't know how. Write still, without feeling sorry for yourself. Write, to release the frustration of not being good enough. Write, to ease the longing of not writing. Write, to make a promise. Write, as if telling your day to someone you love. Write, because it means so much to you. Write, knowing it's a suffering you choose, maybe for the rest of your days. Write, knowing you just have to do it. Write, but don't forget there's as much happiness to it as despair. Write, and not forget. Write, because you were made to.

As a fellow writer and a reader of her work, I can't help but to think of Ssamba, the author of Fluttering Feelings.

There's this interesting memory where I lied to my teacher in 3rd grade.

The beauty of a shooting star is that it shows unexpectedly.

In the early times, there was only darkness in the World. Alongside Low Spirits or humans, High Spirits were born in the Land to be nurtured as light entities, whose duty was to give light in the sky when the time comes. Certain humans were assigned to assist each High Spirit until they reach the right age to fulfil their tasks.

The first time I remember hearing Debussy’s Clair de lune and Tchaikovsky’s Dance of the Sugar-Plum Fairy was during games of Solitaire,  Hearts, and FreeCell with my sister in the old desktop computer at home.

The only thing I'm proud of is my cooking. My writing needs more exercise, though.