Isabella Jeong is the author of The Guest, one of the short stories in Wafting Earthy; and is a newly published writer. She graduated high school in 2020 and is currently on a gap year to explore her passion for literature. She intends to finish her next short story by the end of 2021.
Her favorite reads are: The Stranger by Albert Camus, Hamlet by William Shakespeare, A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway, The Sorrows of Young Werther by Wolfgang von Goethe, You are the Apple of My Eye by Giddens Ko. She loves reading fiction in any genre. Her favorite genre to write is romance.
Writing for Penfluenza, Isabella says: Writing for this theme provided an opportunity to identify what I need to work on in the future!
We asked Isabella a few questions to get to know her better. Here’s what she had to say:
I have been writing since…
I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember.
My favorite author(s) and book(s)?
The Stranger by Albert Camus, Hamlet by William Shakespeare, A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway, The Sorrows of Young Werther by Wolfgang von Goethe, You are the Apple of My Eye by Giddens Ko
My journey as a writer:
My journey as a writer was full of confusion and imperfections. I know it will continue to be that way and I’m in for the ride.
Why should we read you?
My favorite genre to read / write
My favorite genre to read is any genre of fiction. My favorite genre to write is romance.
What advice would you give young and aspiring writers?
Although I am extremely unqualified to give out any advice to anyone, I would tell them to experiment with anything they can think of.
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Here’s an except from Isabella’s winning story The Guest that’s now published in Wafting Earthy:
A friendly smile and a warm greeting. Hazel pushed up the corners of her mouth with her two fingers. It had been exactly two months since she started working at the front desk of Rosewood Hotel, her each and every day bored by the rigid structure of her work schedule. It was almost enough for her to quit – almost.
The paychecks kept her going. Besides, her life was already a constant, mechanically repetitive recurrence of routines anyway, with or without the job. The last time spontaneity was a part of her life was back in high school. With a particular person. And quitting now would only introduce unwanted disruption – she’d already gotten used to the artificially sweet scent of warm coconut and fresh lime that wafted through the first-floor lobby. When she heard a familiar creaking sound from the hotel entrance, she instinctively faced the glass door held open by a colleague, her eyes naturally falling onto the two guests who were stepping into the hotel.