Hi! I’m Faizan Aslam Soofi and I’m a fourteen-year-old writer from Lahore, Pakistan. I like to have a taste of everything, so I experiment with different forms of writing every now and then. But no matter if it’s poetry, prose or drama, somehow, I always end up going back to read my old work and wondering…what was I thinking when I wrote this?
I’m an author of four published books and counting (and this blog, too). I’ve been in love with writing every since I can remember. Currently I live in a literal cave of books (I’m not even kidding, my room is actually a cave of books) and am stuck in the endless creative cycle of writing something and thinking ‘yeah, this is great’ and then two months later looking at my work and asking myself ‘what the hell did I write?’
I originally started writing poems (some of them actually made it into my books), and I started novel-writing when I was eight by hand in a notebook. I didn’t really realise how serious this piece of writing was and didn’t deem it worthy enough to be shown to my parents, but one day, my father found out as he was going through the papers on my desk (he’s not as strict as it sounds, trust me). He encouraged me a lot, and we had little ‘readings’ in the family where we’d all sit down as read my work or my brother’s and appreciate it. I think it was the age of nine when I demanded a laptop of my own (I previously had shared one with my brother) and a few days later when my father came back from his office, he dropped a brand new Dell laptop on my bed. I started writing immediately, (it already came installed with Microsoft Word and all), and I continued to write on it for the next few years. I loved writing. After I got my laptop, my exposure to the world of books increased through watching book videos on youtube and reading book blogs. And the more I read, the more ideas I got. Back then I had a folder in my computer called ‘ideas’ and it was full of outlines and plots and stories that I had ideas for but wasn’t writing yet. I started spending my time in typing what became my debut novella, Howl. I also started writing what was then, a book called ‘Ravannah‘.
I first published Howl in January of 2015, and officially become known as ‘Mr. Writer’ among my relatives and friends. None of them really read my book, but they did appreciate it nonetheless, and I had no problem with that. I continued to write and a few months later, I had already finished writing my second book, Instrumental Kings. It was originally set to be three separate novels, but I added them all together in one. In August of 2015 my mother finished editing it and in the end of August I continued to write and a few months later, I had already finished writing my second book, Instrumental Kings. It was supposed to originally be three separate novellas, which I decided to combine into one book. Before editing it, I became intrigued with two of the characters which I wanted to explore more. So I decided to write three prequel novellas about these two mysterious girls, which ended up being Instrumental Queens. Then, around July, my laptop broke down and I lost a lot of my works. Some of them were recovered, but huge chunks of Instrumental Queens weren’t because I used to make a new file for a new chapter, just to be organised. So I had to write them again on a new Apple laptop, and it was a huge pull back for me. In August of 2015 my mother and I finished editing the book and in the end of August five-hundred, newly printed copies of Instrumental Queens arrived at my doorstep. Later that month we had a signing and reading session of Instrumental Queens in Islamabad. In January 2016 I had already finished the sequel to Instrumental Queens, Instrumental Kings a long time ago but before moving to that, I had compiled a collection of short stories, plays, and a novella, and in February of 2016, it came out as Belle and Other Stories, my third book.
Now, I’ve become a lot more secretive of my work, but I am working on a few projects. Currently, I’m doing revisions for a new novel, the same one that I wrote in NaNoWriMo. I don’t know when this’ll be ready, but I know that I will be taking my sweet time with it to make sure I’m satisfied with what comes out–the process of which, I’m documenting through dreadful snapchat filters.