Florid Eyes: A Novel may never become a bestseller, but it has brought me many opportunities nonetheless. A friend has just referred his friend to me because he is writing an app with potential to be turned into an ebook, and he needs someone to spice up the language.
This 25,000-word app is more like a travel guide than anything. It’s not even a novella, but it still manages to trigger so many memories, memories that signify an innocent, doe-eyed me.
Things always look better in retrospect, and I tend to always look forward to a better future. I wonder if I could ever just enjoy the moment as it is.