Ya lah, I'm
Anya / Singaporean / living in Melbourne / grey-ace / a graphic designer / working in advertising / an ex-lawyer / an illustrator / a writer / a food snob / a cat herder / a briber of dogs
huh? where is singapore?
You don't remember us? It's ok. I know we're easy to miss. Never fear, this is why tacky map modules were coded. Behold:
I just want to read your stuff
I write so that my cats can get a better life. And to get better at writing. That too.
My post-apocalyptic dystopian novella, CRADLE AND GRAVE, is out as part of Neon Hemlock's Novella series. I'm excited to join a great slate of diverse authors for this project, and I'm looking forward to everyone being able to read the book. If you're looking for some new novella reading, check it out. The paperback is available on Amazon, but ebook distribution might not be available yet outside the USA on Amazon: if you'd like to buy the ebook, buy it direct from the publisher here.
2020 Short Stories
Older Short Stories
What about nonfiction?
I run my agency's blog, which you can find [ here ]. I remain surprised that I've been given near-absolute power over the blog, which has resulted in classics such as Writing Online Dating Profiles: Advice from an Ad Agency [ x ], Long Live Avocado Toast [ x ], and The Rise of Evil Photoshop [ x ]. Don't @ me.
Didn't you publish a novel?
I published THE FIREBIRD'S TALE in 2016 with Less than Three Press. It starts with a familiar story: a kingdom on the edge of Faerie, a Prince Who Never Smiles, and a royal mandate—whomsoever can make Prince Aleksei smile will be awarded his hand in marriage. But life is never neat, and the one who succeeds not only does so by accident: he isn’t even human.
Unfortunately, Less than Three Press closed in July 2019. I'm still trying to figure things out, but I'm working on the sequel, and I'll probably re-release this book under a pay-what-you-want model after some editing. I'm grateful to everyone who's read and supported the book and to the lovely people at Less than Three Press. I wish them all the best.
where's your portfolio?
I work at an ad agency in Melbourne and in my free time I write SF&F stories, so I don't tend to take freelance clients. You can see some of the packaging I've done out in the wild for Melbourne City Rooftop Honey though, a green initiative in Melbourne focused on ethical beekeeping. Buy their stuff [x]. It's super tasty.
you should have a blog
I’ve never done one of these posts before. Each year when it’s award season I’d kinda just turtle up out of embarrassment. Maybe quietly submit my work on my own steam to places like Aurealis that allow self-submission. Asking for other people to consider my stuff though? That always just felt so weird. Impostor syndrome, …
Finished Hades after a number of clears, including the ‘true’ (final?) ending. I’d be the first to admit that I’m not great at games, especially games like Hades, so I did need to run the game with a high God Mode to get there, but it was fun anyway. It took me forever to figure …
So I started playing Hades. I’ve been avoiding trying it for a while since it was a roguelike game, and I’m not very good at those: only for it to suddenly be everywhere. I guess the game exited beta. Snapped it up once it popped on the Switch, and I’ve had to play it on …
tell me about your cats
Here are Russ and Pascal. They are totally friends. Totally. Russ loves Pascal. You can see it in his face. Their ceasefire has been in effect since 2018.
Russ is an 11+ Birman cat with food allergies and a terrible addiction to tuna. He does not think he is a cat – he thinks he is God. He considers all cat toy offerings with supreme disdain and attempts to teach him how to "sit" with contempt. Pascal is a 1+ ginger domestic shorthair with one (1) brain cell, imperfect object permanence, and an incorrectly installed cat operating system. He likes to fight all the things. Yell at all the things. He's a 24/7 perpetual motion noise machine.
Cats make great companions for writers. Mine like to cuddle up when I'm writing on the couch. Pascal often tries to add to the word count with his butt.