prosaic

i wrote my first short story - a submission for verena tay's balik kampung 2, a collection of short stories about place. the criteria for submitters was that they have lived in one place for at least a decade. 

i also discovered that i am not very good at prose. if writing begins with imitation, i clearly have not been following the hemingways and orwells, or even the woolfs and joyces... no, i think my style draws on the glorious tradition of ferrell, rogen and apatow. sigh. i suspect i might suffer the ignominy of being rejected from a collection i was invited to submit to...

one wonders: is it literature if you're trying to be funny?