A room of my own

"A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction; and that, as you will see, leaves the great problem of the true nature of woman and the true nature of fiction unsolved. I have shirked the duty of coming to a conclusion upon these two questions—women and fiction remain, so far as I am concerned, unsolved problems..." Virgina Wolfe.

I have only a rented room and a monthly paycheck, for labouring away in a human rights organisation in Bangkok.

But what I really want to do is to be a writer. An artist. Eventhough no one buys or read my stories, art.

My journey begins here, at my balcony, with only the trees - one tamarind, the other mango - as my constant companions.

And the breeze...my sweet distraction.