the teacup trail

So, Carnegie Hall.

So, Carnegie Hall. Let us speak of this - soaring ceilings, itching dresses, the sound of medals clanking against one another. Increasingly, I am realising how special it is to be part of a community in which the first question asked of new friends is not what's your name? but which award did you win?

How could I possibly encompass with words the beauty of being surrounded by those who live and breathe their art?

The Scholastic Art & Writing Awards ceremony was something rather magical this year. I am realising these days, as I tiptoe into these communities of creative abundance, that my soul thrives on being around those who immerse themselves in art the same as I do. They are so rare, so difficult to find - and so endlessly gorgeous when I finally stumble upon them.

Afterwards was the Maker Prom, a dance for the medalists. Though I am truly not one for parties, as you lovelies certainly know, I think it was worth it. If only for the experience of meeting the intensely lovely AnQi, with whom I work on The Teacup Trail, in person - to bask in her wonder in real life, to speak with her as if we had known each other for years and years. I find it so beautiful to make connections such as these. The Internet is an utterly incredible medium, but I believe typos and Instagram will never replace Freudian slips and eye contact.

Alas, the loud music & constant balloon popping did not do wonders for my anxiety. I did have the foresight to bring along medication, but I still had to evacuate the premises slightly early. Nonetheless: though it was beautiful to get out of my comfort zone, I think it was a wise decision not to push myself too hard. And besides, currently I am sitting in our hotel room eating room service-provided cheesecake, so that is not a bad ending at all, I think.

I am still reeling, mostly, from the gorgeousness of connecting with souls who spin my own magic, whose hearts beat in time with mine.

I did not expect to find what I did today. One tends to become slightly cut off from the creative world, packed into one's own small box with one's own self-created stardust, stifled by an outside world that knows only greyness. But to step into a room of other softly starlit souls was enchanting. And so very needed.

I think I will go as far as to call us a family. All 900 of us, from the sculptors to the filmmakers to the short story writers to the poets, stuck together with love and Elmer's glue and pencil shavings.

A rather disjointed and slightly eccentric family, a family centred in so many different universes, a family made of hope & kindness & strangers in love. A family that is odd. A family that is unconventional, as art always is.

But a family, nonetheless.





p.s. one more family you may wish to investigate: my small love letter list, comprised of the same radiant, artistic souls. more stories such as this one come once a week, without fail. magic abounds.

Exciting News!

Before you get worked up over the title of this post, I have to burst your bubble—unfortunately, the news for today isn't the exciting news that I've been hinting at for the past couple of weeks (that'll be soon! Promise!). Instead, this one is something that I haven't mentioned at all since I wasn't actually sure whether it would work out, but I'm so happy it's happened at last.

So, here's the story. Three weeks ago I had a bit of free time, so I was going through my Submissions document to see if there were any magazines or competitions that I wanted to work on a piece for. Now, that doc is about four pages long (or at least, it was at the time—I've cleaned it up since then, thank goodness!), so when I stumbled upon a link to a literary and art magazine entitled The Teacup Trail, I didn't recall it at all. Nevertheless, I loved the title so I clicked on to the magazine, which turned out to be in the form of a Tumblr blog. What I found was, to say the least, unexpected—the magazine was whimsical yet elegant, and the pieces showcased were poignant and poetic.

Originally I was planning on submitting a flash fiction piece and moving on, but to be honest, the opportunity was too perfect to pass b— it just seemed to fit with my own tastes and writing style, and when I saw that they were open for new staff members I thought I'd email them and see if they had any positions I might want to fill.

Fast-forward to yesterday, and after corresponding with the lovely girls behind the magazine and sending over a few of my own writing and critique samples, The Teacup Trail has a brand-new staff member: yours truly!

I'm the newest writing editor, and I'm so insanely excited to begin reading and working with the other staff. It's such a wonderful magazine and I'd highly encourage all of you to take a look right here—and, if you're looking for lit/art magazines to submit to, you know where to go. I fell in love with it at first (okay, so maybe second) sight and I know you guys will enjoy it as well. My favourite piece is “To You Who Liked ‘Pretty’” by Rona Wang, so don't forget to check that one out if you do decide to drop by!

More updates on that in the coming days. xx