Interview with Iyana Jenna
Hi Iyana Jenna, thank you for agreeing to this interview.
Oltobooks : Tell us a little about yourself and your background?
Iyana Jenna : I'm Iyana. I live in Jakarta, Indonesia and I mostly write guy on guy short stories.
Oltobooks : What are your ambitions for your writing career?
Iyana Jenna : I just want to share my stories to readers out there.
Oltobooks : When did you decide to become a writer?
Iyana Jenna : I've been writing since I was at the elementary school. I decided to publish my work in 2013.
Oltobooks : Why do you write?
Iyana Jenna : At first because I didn't find stories I want to read, so I had to write them.
Oltobooks : What made you decide to sit down and actually start something?
Iyana Jenna : Many things.
Oltobooks : Where do your ideas come from?
Iyana Jenna : I am mostly inspired by what I read, what I watch, what I listen to, etc.
Oltobooks : What is the hardest thing about writing?
Iyana Jenna : To write fast enough.
Oltobooks : What is the easiest thing about writing?
Iyana Jenna : Nothing is easy about writing.
Oltobooks : If this book is part of a series, tell us a little about it?
Iyana Jenna : No, it's not part of a series.
Oltobooks : What are your thoughts on writing a book series?
Iyana Jenna : I think you have to have elaborate ideas that can be developed into several books.
Oltobooks : What is your favourite positive saying?
Iyana Jenna : Being busy is a privilege.
Oltobooks : Where can you see yourself in 5 years’ time?
Iyana Jenna : I hope I will still work at my office.
Oltobooks : What advice would you give to your younger self?
Iyana Jenna : Open your heart.
Conversation By :
Oltobooks Team
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone