My new writing space is the top of my intimates' drawer. I know, I have a completely decent desk with a view (featured here), but after several unproductive writing hours I realised I can't be creative in the same space I do my day jobs. My resolutions (not New Year's because I came up with… Continue reading Of Resolutions and Weird Writing Spaces
As if to make up for my hectic October, I'm having an unproductive November. I missed the registration for the next PM course. I signed up for Nanowrimo and as of today, I only have 400+ words to show for it. One would think I should be inspired. There is hope in the air, with… Continue reading Writing Desk: Postcard from a Lazy November
I surprised myself this fall by enrolling in a Project Management course. The original plan had been to attend a TESOL program, but admissions required my transcripts from Manila, as well as proof of my English language fluency (smirks). I couldn't take the TOEFL test in time for fall registration and the only way to… Continue reading Autumn Busybody’s Pandemic Poem
My heartfelt thanks to pinaymamasg.com for making my first Liebster post possible. It took five years-plus having a blog up to be included in the chain. In any other avenue, say on social media, I ignore chain requests. But for this one I'm making an exception because it's the first and I came to this… Continue reading Hump Day Liebster
A quick and jubilant note: two of my short stories found home. Have to be coy about the details for now--I'll let you know as soon as they're available for the reading public. It's been a while since I published a piece. From time to time I've succumbed to the thought that every moment I… Continue reading Two stories
In my mind, I call him Baygon man. I saw him dancing in front of our house. I might have been nine or ten when the young men in black uniforms showed up at our home. Probably sent by the pesticide company to demonstrate a product, convince us our house was crawling with pests (not… Continue reading Baygon Man
There are many ways I can forget.I can get busy with work, chores, other stuff.I can read all night,go through my days with a foggy head. Look ahead, mark dates on the calendar.Many ways.But I fall asleep and dream,and wake up remembering.
Meanwhile, writing (besides this blog) is still happening. Found a way to advance the second novel without being paralyzed by impossible word counts. Two hundred fifty words into the manuscript each day. Achievable, right? The weekly 2400-word goal I naively set last year was too hard, took away the fun in the process. But turns… Continue reading Writer’s Update