A refined writing desk scene with a tropical feel, featuring a dark teak desk with a slim open leather-bound notebook at its center, filled with faint illegible markings. A sleek black fountain pen rests diagonally across the page beside delicate tortoiseshell reading glasses. In the background, lush tropical monstera and palm fronds frame the scene, with soft afternoon light filtering through plantation shutters. A small orchid in a ceramic pot sits in the corner. Photographic realism, shallow depth of field, warm golden-green tones, sophisticated literary atmosphere with a Southeast Asian tropical ambiance.

Lurenda Suplido

Imagine stories that haunt and heal

About

Meet the author

Lurenda Suplido thought she would finish writing a novel before she turned thirty, which seemed a long time when she was twenty. Now that she’s almost sixty, it’s time to reorder priorities and get this done.

My Journal Notes
What I’m Reading
Essays on Substack

I think hard times are coming, when we will be wanting the voices of writers who can see alternatives to how we live now, and can see through our fear-stricken society and its obsessive technologies, to other ways of being. And even imagine some real grounds for hope. We will need writers who can remember freedom: poets, visionaries—the realists of a larger reality. Right now, I think we need writers who know the difference between production of a market commodity and the practice of an art.

— Ursula K. Le Guinn (October 21, 1929 – January 22, 2018)

Goal:

Don’t let her down.