A Totally Impractical Expat Interview #15: Miranda Ward of A Literal Girl
This one has been a long time coming. Today I bring you the lovely and talented Miranda Ward of A Literal Girl.
Poor Miranda’s interview and photo folder lay dormant while I was off galavanting in the wilds of Sri Lanka last month, neglecting most of my (perceived and actual) internet responsibilities. It’s awkward to blog on a tiny iPod touchscreen with intermittent wifi, so I didn’t even try to somehow move her words from the Pages document to WordPress. Miranda is worth the full 13″ of my laptop screen and all the bells and whistles that go with it. I’ll tell you more about her in just a moment.
I’ve been back in Shanghai for just over one full day. It’s hideously hot and humid in a way that makes Sri Lanka seem quite temperate (and really, Nuwara Eliya in hill country was downright chilly most of the time).
The cicadas up the the plane trees are deafening. Men are walking around in cotton shorts that I’m sure were meant to be worn under trousers, with their singlets pushed up over their smooth, hairless bellies. Women are wearing sandals with tight beige anklet nylons. People walk around carrying paper fans, folded out like a peacock’s tail. Just walking seems exhausting.
And walking, we did.
We got back to Shanghai stupidly late Friday night after a really, really long journey from Colombo. I may write about that later- or not. We’ll see. We got back to a hot, starless night, whiffy polluted air, a humid flat, an empty fridge, empty potable water bottles, a moldy coffee maker that I’d forgotten to rinse before we left a month ago, and a bathroom sink with a nest of perky baby spiders running around on it. Oh, and our internet connection had been, well, disconnected.
We spent most of Saturday running around Shanghai in the heat, trying to get everything sorted out, trying to avoid being run over by cars and scooters, trying not to pass out.
I thought to myself, oh crap, what have I gotten myself into (again)?
Now let me tell you something about Miranda. We first met, as it were, through the MatadorU writing course. At one point we were both featured on Matador Pulse because we were crazy enough to be doing the NaNoWriMo novel writing challenge. I’ve followed her path as a writer on both Twitter and on her blog as she quit her day job and started to work as an honest to goodness freelancer.
Which brings me back, in a roundabout way, to our return to Shanghai and to what went on in Sri Lanka.
You may recall from a post waaaaaaay back in springtime that my job disappeared. My day job, that is. My full time teaching job at that university simply dissolved one day in late April without warning, the program dropped suddenly, taking me (the lone staff member) with it. I was, rather disorientingly, a free agent. I have a residence permit to keep me here legally until next summer and a pretty easy part time job that pays the bills. Who needs a day job when you have this kind of enviable set up?
I will write, I told myself. I’ll finish that blasted novel! I’ll be a prolific blogger! I’ll transform like a nerdy chrysalis from haggard teacher to radiant, witty Writer! Capital ‘W’ Writer! The kind of writer that actually gets paid (kind of) to write stuff!
And in Sri Lanka I wrote exactly five blog posts, one of which suddenly and unexpectedly went viral (well- viral by my standards). I was deluged with comments, emails, notes on Facebook, mentions on Twitter, mentions in other blogs (like here and here). Almost entirely from Sri Lankans. It was like being big in Japan, except better. After a year and a half of blogging obscurity in China, I was stunned. They liked me! They really liked me! Someone even compared me (favourably) to P.G. Wodehouse. They said I was witty and interesting and talented. Several suggested I really ought to stay in Sri Lanka and become a full time writer. Some offered to help me get started. One even pointed me to a small publishing house that was located right around the corner from our guesthouse in Galle. His book (published through that house) could be found in the cafe where we paused for lime juice most days. Yes, being a writer in Sri Lanka was a definite possibility. If I stayed.
However, I’m back in Shanghai for now and I have, potentially, a lot of time on my hands. How I make use of this time is still up in the air. If I get my act together and write with, say, some semblance of discipline, this might actually be an interesting year.
Which brings us back to the lovely Miranda and her new writing life. Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to introduce you to a literal girl…