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My Blog

Since I started my blog, a number of people have sent me messages asking what exactly is my niche. Why is there a lot of categories in my blog? Shouldn’t there be just one category – if it’s poetry then it should all just be poetry, not a smorgasbord of different writing genres. I beg to differ.

My blog is what it is. It is a reflection of who I am, both as a person and as a writer. I had trouble fitting in since I was young, not for lack of trying but I never really got along well with people. I was always the odd one out and the fact that it didn’t bother me that much made me the weird one. I’d be a hypocrite though if I said it didn’t make me sad, of course it did but I did not dwell on it. Just like me, my blog does not and will never fit in. It is the lone wolf-the odd one out. It was created for the sole purpose of sharing my writing, a big part of myself, to the world. And because I enjoy different types of writing then that’s what people now see: articles, poems, random thoughts, essays, short stories, and book ideas.

I guess all I want to say is, if someone passionately loves to write then they shouldn’t limit themselves to just one genre. They can concentrate on poetry or novel writing if that’s what they want but that shouldn’t stop them as well from exploring article writing or short story writing. Kind of like an actor who focuses on making movies but does not shy away from starring in tv shows once in a while or in a theatre play. As a writer, one should also explore every niche to quench one’s imagination and creativity.

I believe that writing as an art form should be freeing, not limiting and in that sense I am proud that my blog reflects my belief even if it does confuse others. As the old adage goes, “Write for yourself”, because only then will you be able to write well 😉

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Almost at the Finish Line!

Hi everyone! Just wanted to remind you that there is only 13 days left before the Book Giveaway Raffle comes to an end. Don’t forget to join everyday to double your chances of winning 😉 Good luck and God bless! ^_^

Rambling, ranting…whining. Haha

Three months after finishing my poetry novel Unmasked, I still haven’t persuaded my imagination to come back from its exotic vacation. I don’t know, maybe I overworked it and didn’t give it the loving care it needed? What does an imagination need anyway to feel loved? Loads of junk food? Caffeine? Soda? Pint of ice cream? Forgive me for depriving it but I’m getting married in April and I’d like to abstain from all those kinds of food – until after the wedding of course (come on, let’s not kid ourselves, I’m no health buff :P).

It sucks though, to want to work immediately on my graphic novel (which of course I haven’t mentioned here in my blog – curse you rest and relaxation!) but getting distracted by Sims 3 and the growing pile of books I’ve bought and haven’t read. Yeah, I’m banning myself from going into a bookstore for the next 3 months or so – let’s see how long I can keep it up! Haha!

Anyway, as long as I’m not writing I wish my imagination took me with her to Bora Bora or some other exotic place. An alternate dimension perhaps? That would be really cool!

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The writing books I’ve read say that there’s no such things as inspiration or a muse but I guess I’m stubborn that way. I bull-headedly cling to my notions of inspiration and at least it did me some good, I was able to make my first ever book. Yay. But how long will it last? Don’t follow my footsteps. Unless you want to write for a week and stare at the wall for the rest of the month, consider yourself warned. Serious writers do not believe in inspiration. There is no such thing as inspiration. Now repeat that 100 more times while I go back to staring at my wall and waiting for my muse to visit me again.

Happy New Year!!! ^_^

I would like to wish everyone a very Happy, Happy, Happy New Year! May this year bring all of us more success, happiness, peace, and love. May God shower us all with more blessings than we could ever imagine.

Thank you for joining me in my journey in the literary world. I hope you’ll continue to support me in the years to come, I really do appreciate it. I promise to work on more books that are full of of inspiration and moral values but are also high on the entertainment factor. Thank you so much. Again, happy new year and God bless ^_^

Never Alone

It was all so sudden. Aileen still feels like she is in a nightmare.

“May God welcome him into his kingdom…” Fr. Valdez looked sober enough while saying those words but was all those true?

Memories of the past flooded her mind. They were coming home from the grad ball. The sky was sparkling with stars; the wind was warm enough to excite the senses but had a bit of a chill for some cuddling with that special person. It was one of those nights that people read in books and watched in movies.

Next week was the graduation but it was not the only reason why her spirits were up. That night, under the diamonds of the sky, Jeff proposed and she accepted.

She wanted to decline at first but looking in his eyes she saw her future and all else faded. This is her destiny. Then, in a horrid twist of fate, she was robbed.

“Why did he have to arrive at the exact moment we made a turn?” Aileen wondered aloud. Her voice was full of hatred and tears welled in her eyes.

“It was that damned drivers fault. Him and his damn truck and damn alcohol.” Aileen said as she absent-mindedly beat the gravestone with the flowers she brought. Hopelessly, she lay next to it and tenderly traced Jeff’s name.

Tonight was the same night as last year but now, she’s alone. All alone with no one to comfort her. Weeping silently, she gazed at the stars twinkling brightly at her. She hated those stars; their seeming cheerfulness feels like they’re mocking her.

Suddenly at the corner of her eyes she saw something different. It glowed brighter than the rest but something in it seemed to comfort her. It felt like it was watching over her as if it were her very own star.

“The north star,” a voice behind her said.

Aileen carefully stood up and smiled at Mang Pedro, the cemetery caretaker.

“The north star is the brightest of all the stars,” he continued. “It doesn’t sparkle that much but it offers comfort to those in grief.”

Aileen stared at it, feeling hope surge through her for the first time since the tragedy. “Could it be my star?” she shyly asked. “My guiding light?”

Mang Pedro smiled sympathetically and lightly touched Jeff’s gravestone. “It can be anything you want.” Winking, he turned around and headed towards his cottage.

Aileen sighed and looked back at the once nameless star. She still feels empty inside but the star was starting to warm her heart. She knew now – she will never be alone again.