I’m a New York City girl named Jade M. Wong. In short, I’m a writer in my heart, a fan-girl by DNA, and a struggling human until further notice. I’m often up until 4:00 am at night battling inconvenient words and fantastical stories. If I were a gazillionaire, I wouldn’t buy a mansion, but a cozy apartment in every city I love. In the meantime, I make do with cozy corners across the internet-sphere.
2. When Did You Start Writing and Blogging and What Does It Mean To You? Why Do You Write?
I’ve been writing and blogging on and off for as long as I can remember. But life has a way of kicking my butt. It’s only this year that I’ve finally been writing and blogging regularly. I’d like to think that ‘life’ and I are now reluctant dance partners and not bitter enemies.
I write because its a way to put myself onto the the page with words. This helps me when I’m trying to revise my writing. I learn where in a particular piece, I am writing badly and where I am writing well.This is a kind of therapy for me and medicine for whatever I’m dealing with in life at the moment.
“I’m often up until 4:00 am at night battling inconvenient words and fantastical stories.” – Jade M.Wong
3. Where Do You Find Your Inspiration and Motivation to Write? Is There a Time of Day You Most Enjoy Writing?
Figuratively speaking, I have a muse. She’s a little fairy with thin arms, tiny hands, a sarcastic sense of humor, and a brilliant mind. She’s been with me as long as I can remember, always sending me bits of inspiration at inconvenient times. As a result, I find inspiration in every moment of every day. Not writing, well, it’s simply unthinkable.
My favorite time to write is after the sun sets, when the world is asleep except for me and my muse, and I don’t have to worry about what tomorrow brings.
4. Do You Have Any Current Writing Projects? Can You Tell Us A Little About Them?
I’m currently working on a collection of poetry, as well as playing around with a novel idea (or two). I’ve noticed, the more I write, the more excited my muse becomes and the more ideas flow into my mind. Uncanny how this works, isn’t it?
My published works include a short story titled: Glow In The Dark Stars, which can be seen in The Ghouls’ Review, along with anything I may publish in the future.
:Figuratively speaking, I have a muse. She’s a little fairy with thin arms, tiny hands, a sarcastic sense of humor, and a brilliant mind. She’s been with me as long as I can remember . . .” – Jade M. Wong
5. Can You Briefly Describe The Process You Have Gone Through To Publish Your Writing? What Is Your Writing Process Like?
*Disclaimer: I am definitely not an expert in the world of publishing.*When it comes to publishing, I’ve found it most important to follow the guidelines for each individual magazine I submit to, and to keep my fingers crossed.
My writing process is one part on-the-go and one part wrapped up under my covers like a burrito. During the day as I’m commuting, I write a lot on my phone. When I get home at night, I grab my laptop, get comfortable on my bed with a cup of tea, and write until my muse falls asleep.
6. Do You Have a Preference For Certain Areas of Writing or Reading Styles or Genres?
My favorite genres to write and read are fantasy, romantic-comedy, young adult fiction, and cozy mysteries, but I’m always willing to try new genres. For example, I recently fell in love with a memoir, Lucky by Alice Sebold, despite the fact my whole life up until then, I tended to steer away from nonfiction.
“When I get home at night, I grab my laptop, get comfortable on my bed with a cup of tea, and write until my muse falls asleep.” – Jade M. Wong
7. Do You Have Any Helpful Advice to Give to Other Writers?
The advice I have to pass along comes originally from a writers more successful than myself. Who better to learn from, right?
J.K. Rowling, the author of the iconic Harry Potter series says: “Sometimes, you have to get your writing done in spare moments here and there.”
Many of us dream of having long days filled with nothing but writing. Perhaps one day, our dreams can be a reality. Right now, however, most of us have jobs we need to pay the bills but we also realize words don’t write themselves. Sometimes, the best time for a writer to write is in the small seconds we have between responsibilities.
8. Is There Anything Else You Want To Share With Us, Pertinent to Your Writing or Yourself?
To everyone trying to be writers, artists, doctors, or architects (etc.) I hope we never give up trying to achieve our dreams.
To everyone trying to change the world, one moment of bravery at a time, I hope we remember love will always trump hate. The world will always needs dreamers as much as it needs doers.
To everyone trying to be themselves, I hope we remember that we are always worth it.
“Many of us dream of having long days filled with nothing but writing. Perhaps one day, our dreams can be a reality. Right now, however, most of us have jobs we need to pay the bills but we also realize words don’t write themselves. Sometimes, the best time for a writer to write is in the small seconds we have between responsibilities.” – Jade M. Won
9. Please Share With Us Your Top Three Favorite Blogs?
In no particular order:
Cooking With A Wallflower – This is a cooking blog, hosted by a lady namedAndrea. I love her recipes and all her wallflower finds!
Terrible Minds – This is the blog of Chuck Wendig. He’s a novelist, screenwriter, and game designer. He blogs about everything from writing to pop culture, and he always makes me laugh. He also uses a lot of swear words and other not-safe-for-kids language, so that may deter you, but I hope it doesn’t.
I’ve also ‘met’ several bloggers on WordPress whom I consider friends, even if I have yet to meet any of them. Their blogs are my favorites, because they are so dear to me. A few of them include:A Reading Writer, Doodles and Scribbles, and Melinda Kucsera, but there are many others!
10. Please Share With Us Some Writing From Your Blog Which You Most Love:
What was it like to love him?
To answer that question, you need to ask me another, What was it like to know him?
The man I knew was not known to any other.
He was shy and he was kind,
And he struggled relentlessly with a broken mind.
He showed the world a face that was empty
And he saved his shattered soul for me.
Loving him was loving those pieces
It was taking his soul and smoothing out the creases
It was loving a man so in tune with my needs
He’d rather my heart be whole while his own bleeds. Why did you love him if it was so hard?
Hard? Loving him was easy, as easy as breathing,
As easy as letting the light in, healing,
Because loving him was embracing both the light and the dark,
It flowed like a stream and like hot fire, it sparked. Why did you love him?
I loved him because I loved myself
Because I deserved a love like nothing else
I loved him because I had the right to choose
And together with him, we had everything to lose.
Stuck – By Jade M. Wong – If you’ve ever felt trapped.
Thank you to Jade for agreeing to be interviewed and answering the interview questions with such personality and care.Jade is an amazing writer and here is her blog link again, in case you’ve missed it: Jade M. Wong
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One thing I detest about chronic fatigue is that on different weeks and days I can feel very different. Some days my body just wants to lay in bed all day and some days I actually feel quite normal and want to go to the mall, the art gallery, the Beauty Lounge, or some other place that is not a doctors office. Yesterday was one of those days I spent in bed. My ears were so plugged up and I had such a headache that I spent the day sleeping. This was not CF related just a cold/flu and once I went to the drugstore that evening to get some Buckley’s I felt so much better just like that. It is my go to medicine for congestion but Neocitran is also very helpful at night.
This morning I feel okay. I was almost considering going to the mall but I still feel quite tired. So, I stayed home and did school work for my Fiction course. We are critiquing the beginning of each others works of fiction and I had a couple of stories to go through this morning. Both quite interesting and I feel how will I compete? But I know my style is just different then the people I’ve been reading. So my story which is basically chapter 1 is my 10 pages that I will be submitting from How Was Last NIght For You and I did do quite a bit of work on a setting which the first chapter was missing. I hope it fits in okay because the rest of the story, especially that first night, is dark and chaotic for Nina and John. Anyways it’s been a helpful course and I hope it can manage two at the same time as I’m starting the Copywriting course next Monday. Both will end around the same time and I pray they will balance out so I’m not trying to do two big assignments at once.
Hence, with the school work the last week of Photography 101 kind of went down the drain and I felt I had enough taking pictures for awhile. It’s too snowy here now and everything is covered up it. So last week of that course shot to hell but that is okay. I would very much like to do Writing 101 again but know I cannot handle that with my other two courses.
Also, I told A I had enough of his “sleeping bags” which are pilling and not very big that he calls blankets for his bed. They are either to hot or freezing. So I looked around and found him a nice duvet it’s a mix of down and microfiber so he won’t get too hot and I got him a nice white and grey stripped duvet cover to go with his red sheets. Finally, I will be comfortable when I sleep over and there will be enough blanket for the two of us. So, looking forward to introducing A to what an actual bed should be like. Just have to get him something to make the mattress a bit softer later and it will be perfect — a padded mattress cover I think.
Everything else is good! I think I will go up to the mall tomorrow and go a few places I need to go and then I am not sure what this weekend holds. A is at work for two weeks. Not sure what my friends are up to yet but I do feel I will need a bit of recuperation after this flu finally goes away.
It has been a tough two weeks. This week I made a friend who turned out to be a fake and only wanted one thing. It’s understandably difficult for me making friends my age so it was a bit disappointing after all this talking to have the relationship come to nothing. Some people are disappointing but they are who they are I guess.
I struggled withe break up with A. We made up and then broke up again all in the expanse of one week. But I finally feel right again having painfully worked through our issues, this time I hope for good. Nothing worth having is ever easy and I feel that we are both stronger because of our difficulties. I don’t know how many couples break up and get back together a bunch of times, I am told. But I guess this is weird for couples who just stay together to understand. But I feel now our relationship has direction and that A will treat me a lot better. Having him home going to school helps a lot right now. Because sometimes I think distance creates problems between us but I’m told since he takes my good and bad, I too have to accept his good and bad. I think I can work harder at doing that.
I was so busy going to a doctors appointment on Tuesday and then off to Winner’s because I’m really trying to organize the space I call my room. There is still vacuuming, dusting, and organizing to do but I organized my scarves, jewelry, and got a new duvet and cozy flannel sheets with Christmas gift cards. There is so much left to do I wish I could do more at once.
Wednesday was the dentist and I was just exhausted after. And today I ended up staying up too late chatting with said bad friend and was exhausted even more by 2 am when I finally fell asleep. Today I woke up at 11 am and didn’t get much done. I fell down the stairs yesterday and am so bruised up I am moving like an elderly women. I did do my nails. I love bubble gum pink by Quo Orely and got a non chip top coat to help it last on my fingers in the same brand.
I am going to dinner with A tomorrow after his class and that will be so nice. In the day I plan to relax and clean up a few more things in my room. The next week I have to go visit my Great God Mother Evelyn at the hospital and I’m looking forward to some Winter Fest at the U of A with a couple friends.
How would you describe yourself to the people around you? Would you give a physical description, talk about the things you are good at, and describe your internal qualities? What if suddenly, the idea of who you thought yourself was, disappeared and what you were left with was some broken version of yourself, a shadow that you didn’t know and you weren’t sure how you had become the way you were.
That’s how it felt for me when I became very ill at the age of 23 years. It began with some very bad days in the office, days I could barely get through because I just didn’t have the energy. I would leave the gym at the end of the day dragging my feet and barely able to make it home on the bus. Then I began to cry, little things would bother me and I couldn’t concentrate on work just as I used to be able to do. Then something even stranger happened people began to say extremely rude comments to me almost as an after thought. They would tell me whatever they had to tel tell me ‘ Photocopy this for me…” then something very mean. This was particularly the case with certain people. Then I had trouble sleeping, I would lie awake all night, I began to lose weight, and I didn’t feel much like eating.
What I didn’t understand then, was that this was the beginning of a psychotic episode. To this day my doctors and I don’t know why I had it but I have never quite healed from it. Everything became so bad that I couldn’t work, I had a break down. Then I would sit at home and the thoughts in my head would go round and round and I began to hear more voices not just after comments people made to me but from the Television or Radio, from my dog. When these thoughts became nearly suicidal, I went into hospital at the Royal Alex and it was awful being there and hearing things. But one day my doctor started giving me this anti-psychotic drug called Invega and the voices stopped. What remained after my psychosis had passed was the shell of a person. A person it took me at least 3 years to get back and still even today I realize I will never be the same person I was before my unexplained psychosis.
After the psychosis followed a mini-depression. I could barely read after that and I had so much trouble filling out the application for long-term disability because my writing was very shaky and looked more like a grade 4 student’s writing then someone who had recently gotten their BA in English with a 3.7 average.
I was slow to heal. At first I could only go out for 1/2 hour before returning home exhausted. I still needed to sleep a great deal of the day and I had the sharpest burning pain in my shoulders and neck. I felt entirely lost. The conversation of my friends was too fast for me. I couldn’t go to 3/4 of the events we had planned because I didn’t have the energy. I had gone from 160lbs, a healthy weight for me, to 143 lbs, I weight I hadn’t weighed since I was 15 years old and as skinny as you could get. Soon the effects of the medication set in and my weight sky rocketed to 175 lbs. I was uncomfortable in my new fatter body and I didn’t like it. I did not have the energy to do exercise or barely more than a walk or a Pilates 20 minute DVD.
And to tell you the truth, somethings I have just never recovered from. It is 6 years later and I still have trouble concentrating and paying
attention. I have days where I can get much done and days where I can’t get anything done. My doctor’s and I are pretty sure I developed Chronic Fatigue Syndrome after the Psychosis and I have dealt with that constantly. The other possibility is since we have most likely determined my psychosis occurred because I was so depressed, is that I have chronic fatigue from depression. But most signs point to the syndrome.
In these past years I have seem my friends develop careers, make many new friends, and start families. In many ways I feel left behind, that my path changed course and I don’t know why. And I don’t why what I have won’t heal. For me this is the biggest personal sense of loss I have felt in a long time because it as if somewhere in these past 6 years, I have lost myself, my dreams, my goals, and I’m not sure what the future holds. I just take things days by day because that’s how I can get through it.